ImPerfectly Matched! (The Match #2) Read Online Free

her arms around my waist.
    Oh fuck, what do I do? I don’t like kids. Kids don’t like me. Well Darby did. But she’s… Darby.
    I look up at Darby, she looks mortified. And not for me, but because of me.
    Fine. Fuck it.
    I give her a hug-ish and a pat on the back. “The bed’s fine. You’re fine. We’re all… fine.”
    “Nat, what did I tell you about Kat?”
    “She’s a scaredy cat of kids.” She pulls back and looks up at me and whispers, “I’m not scary.”
    I shake my head no. “You’re too little to be afraid of. Plus your dad is crazy if he thinks I’m afraid of-”
    “Kat,” he warns.
    “Natalia, how about you come with me, let them figure it out,” Darby says and Natalia gladly pounces over to her.
    Once they’re outside of the room, he shuts the door.
    I stand and cross my arms over my chest. “I’m not afraid of kids. And why does she call pissing the bed a shower?”
    “Sometimes a man needs to protect his kid and-”
    “Protect her from me?” I gasp.
    “Would you prefer I said you hate kids?” he asks.
    “I don’t hate them,” I defend myself. “I just don’t…like them.”
    “Well she needs all the fucking support she can get, just like the rest of us, but I won’t put her in-”
    “Why does she call it shower?”
    “What?” He looks at me like I have three heads.
    “Pissing the bed,” I ask, turning my back to him and busying myself.
    “Because it’s better than a golden shower,” he huffs.
    I turn around, my mouth nearly hitting the floor. “You’re worried about my influence but you-”
    “Fucking Zandor,” he shakes his head. “She was at Momma Joe’s, pissed the couch, she was mortified. Zandor told her some shit about a golden shower. Ran around saying it for days.”
    “Did you kick his ass?” I half laugh.
    “No, Kat. I had to de-program her, make her forget. She finally dropped the golden part, still calls it shower. I’m better with that than the other. Gotta pick your bat-” he stops when my phone pings and grabs it off the tray.
    “Give that back,” I say as he holds it up away from me.
    “At baller wants to lick your pussy until it’s sore.” He shakes his head and looks at me.
    “Give. It. Back.”
    “At Mr. Mister wants to take you out to dinner,” he says as I try to get my phone. “And at, Rider one asks you if you are sore this morning.”
    “Ricco-”
    “Why would he ask that? You fuck him?”
    “That’s really none of your business,” I say, pushing a chair over next to him so I can climb up and grab my damn phone.
    He turns away and scrolls. “Sure is. We have a deal. You fuck someone you aren’t getting my cock.”
    I start to step on the chair and his big old paw palms the top of my head as he reads. “Well fuck,” he says releasing me, but still holding the phone up. “Did you get off to this?”
    “That’s none of your business and by the fucking way, where are my dicks?”
    “Left you one. We’ll introduce the others,” he smirks.
    I hold out my hand. “Not gonna happen, and give me my phone.”
    He looks down at me. “You and I both know it’s gonna.”
    I shake my head no. “Phone.”
    “Come and get it,” he says and then turns around.
    I stomp around Mt. Ricco, hold out my hand and he holds up his empty ones.
    “Give it to me,” I snarl.
    “Here?” Before I can say a word he continues, “I’m not opposed to a little shop foreplay, but I’m not sure you can keep your mouth closed.”
    “Oh please-”
    Without warning he slides his arm around me and pulls me hard against him. “I like when you use your manners. Now tell me, did that fucker get you hot?”
    “Ricco,” I begin as his hand slides up my side and cups my tit. “This is a bad idea.”
    “I like these little titties Kat. Tell me, do you like them to be played with nice and gentle?” He rubs his thumb across my nipple and I stifle a moan. “Or more like this?”
    In all of two seconds he pulls my tank top down and pops my tit