ImPerfectly Matched! (The Match #2) by Mj Fields Page A
Authors: Mj Fields
Tags: General Fiction
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to walk toward the door and follow her out.
I walk over to the couch and very carefully pick Natalia up, Darby stirs and her eyes open slowly.
She starts to say something and I place my finger over my mouth. “Shh.”
Natalia wraps her arms around my neck and sighs in her sleep. I quietly walk in the bedroom and lay her on the bed, Kat follows me in with a comforter.
I sit on the edge of the bed knowing damn well as soon as I put her down her eyes will pop open and it’ll be twenty questions and go time.
“Need anything else?” Kat whispers.
“Got everything right here,” I nod. “Thanks Kat.”
She seems a little uncomfortable but nods then walks out of her room and very quietly closes the door behind her.
It’s one hundred percent. This little one is my life.
CHAPTER NINE
Last night
KAT
@rider1: Hey sexy, what are you doing?
Kat: Trying to sleep, you should do the same.
@rider1: Wanted to check in, you’ve been offline. Tell me you aren’t seeing someone.
Kat: I’m not seeing someone.
@rider1: No action, no fuck buddy, nothing. Just you, me, and your fingers.
Kat: You have issues.
@rider1: Don’t we all?
@rider1: Kat?
@rider1: Tell me you’re already wet for me.
Kat: I’ll tell you again, I’m trying to go to sleep and you keep blowing up my phone. No, I’m not wet fuckstick. I’m tired.
@rider1: And bitchy.
Kat: I have an idea, why not roll over and poke your cellmate in the ass instead of using our conversations as a means to get off.
@rider1: My fucking hand is flexing, but not because I am beating off, but because I want to smack your ass for being such a little bitch.
Kat: Dude, seriously what do you want from me?
@rider1: The list is long and filthy. But to start with, I want your damn attention. Then I want your honesty. And it’ll end with you and I meeting up and seeing where we go from there.
Kat: Look I’m not into playing games.
@rider1: Perfect, I’m not into fucking around with someone who is nowhere ready to commit and I want you begging.
Kat: This bitch doesn’t beg.
@rider1: Oh sweetheart you will.
Kat: Hey rider1?
@rider1: Yeah sweetheart.
Kat: Go fuck yourself.
He doesn’t reply. Which is good. I don’t require his services tonight anyway.
God I’m tired.
My phone lights up again and I growl as I hit the app.
@baller1: I wanna take you out.
Kat: Take a number.
@baller1: How far back am I? I’m sure you’re worth it.
Kat: Are you that desperate?
@baller1: Not at all. Just think you’d be worth it.
Kat: Not interested.
@baller1: I’ll check back.
“Don’t bother,” I yawn as I roll over and plug my phone into the charger.
I lay back on the single bed mattress in a room I use for an office or studio, whatever the hell it is.
The bed is hard as hell and I am an idiot for not sleeping on the couch, but if Ricco and his mountain cock came out, there is no way in hell I would be walking in the morning, and there is no way in hell I was going to fuck him and allow him to tear me apart.
Not yet anyway.
This will work. This arrangement is just fine. There will be no ‘feelings’ aside from physical ones fucking me up.
I got this, I think.
I got this.
CHAPTER TEN
Morning Sugar
RICCO
I wake to a finger poking my chest. “Daddy.”
I keep my eyes closed and roll to my side. “Sleep Nat.”
“But Daddy,” she whispers slowly, “we had a sleepover.”
I reach back and grab her up and swing her up and over me.
“Morning sugar,” I say rubbing my two-day scruff against her little cheek. Then I tickle her and she laughs. She laughs like a three-year-old laughs straight from her belly, not a care in the world, holding nothing back.
“I’m gonna shower,” she squeals and I immediately stop not wanting to chance it.
She looks up at me, her eyes are mine, but less jaded. I want her to be this happy all the time. I know it’s not going to always be possible, but I’d give it to her as often as I could.
“Daddy,” she
I walk over to the couch and very carefully pick Natalia up, Darby stirs and her eyes open slowly.
She starts to say something and I place my finger over my mouth. “Shh.”
Natalia wraps her arms around my neck and sighs in her sleep. I quietly walk in the bedroom and lay her on the bed, Kat follows me in with a comforter.
I sit on the edge of the bed knowing damn well as soon as I put her down her eyes will pop open and it’ll be twenty questions and go time.
“Need anything else?” Kat whispers.
“Got everything right here,” I nod. “Thanks Kat.”
She seems a little uncomfortable but nods then walks out of her room and very quietly closes the door behind her.
It’s one hundred percent. This little one is my life.
CHAPTER NINE
Last night
KAT
@rider1: Hey sexy, what are you doing?
Kat: Trying to sleep, you should do the same.
@rider1: Wanted to check in, you’ve been offline. Tell me you aren’t seeing someone.
Kat: I’m not seeing someone.
@rider1: No action, no fuck buddy, nothing. Just you, me, and your fingers.
Kat: You have issues.
@rider1: Don’t we all?
@rider1: Kat?
@rider1: Tell me you’re already wet for me.
Kat: I’ll tell you again, I’m trying to go to sleep and you keep blowing up my phone. No, I’m not wet fuckstick. I’m tired.
@rider1: And bitchy.
Kat: I have an idea, why not roll over and poke your cellmate in the ass instead of using our conversations as a means to get off.
@rider1: My fucking hand is flexing, but not because I am beating off, but because I want to smack your ass for being such a little bitch.
Kat: Dude, seriously what do you want from me?
@rider1: The list is long and filthy. But to start with, I want your damn attention. Then I want your honesty. And it’ll end with you and I meeting up and seeing where we go from there.
Kat: Look I’m not into playing games.
@rider1: Perfect, I’m not into fucking around with someone who is nowhere ready to commit and I want you begging.
Kat: This bitch doesn’t beg.
@rider1: Oh sweetheart you will.
Kat: Hey rider1?
@rider1: Yeah sweetheart.
Kat: Go fuck yourself.
He doesn’t reply. Which is good. I don’t require his services tonight anyway.
God I’m tired.
My phone lights up again and I growl as I hit the app.
@baller1: I wanna take you out.
Kat: Take a number.
@baller1: How far back am I? I’m sure you’re worth it.
Kat: Are you that desperate?
@baller1: Not at all. Just think you’d be worth it.
Kat: Not interested.
@baller1: I’ll check back.
“Don’t bother,” I yawn as I roll over and plug my phone into the charger.
I lay back on the single bed mattress in a room I use for an office or studio, whatever the hell it is.
The bed is hard as hell and I am an idiot for not sleeping on the couch, but if Ricco and his mountain cock came out, there is no way in hell I would be walking in the morning, and there is no way in hell I was going to fuck him and allow him to tear me apart.
Not yet anyway.
This will work. This arrangement is just fine. There will be no ‘feelings’ aside from physical ones fucking me up.
I got this, I think.
I got this.
CHAPTER TEN
Morning Sugar
RICCO
I wake to a finger poking my chest. “Daddy.”
I keep my eyes closed and roll to my side. “Sleep Nat.”
“But Daddy,” she whispers slowly, “we had a sleepover.”
I reach back and grab her up and swing her up and over me.
“Morning sugar,” I say rubbing my two-day scruff against her little cheek. Then I tickle her and she laughs. She laughs like a three-year-old laughs straight from her belly, not a care in the world, holding nothing back.
“I’m gonna shower,” she squeals and I immediately stop not wanting to chance it.
She looks up at me, her eyes are mine, but less jaded. I want her to be this happy all the time. I know it’s not going to always be possible, but I’d give it to her as often as I could.
“Daddy,” she
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