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The Imperfections

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“Don’t be mad at me,” I say more coaxingly, grabbing her and pulling her down on top of me on the bed.

“You erased me,” she states resentfully, like I did it on purpose.

“I didn’t do it, the whiskey did,” I explain.

“And who held a gun to your head and made you drink all that whiskey?” she demands, cocking an expectant eyebrow at me.

“Well, no one. But, in fairness, if I hadn’t consumed all that whiskey, there’d be nothing to remember in the first place. I would’ve driven my ass home and gone to bed alone like I should have. The whiskey was a friend and a foe last night, apparently.”

“Some friend,” she mutters, still looking dejected.

“It won’t happen again,” I tell her. “I’m sorry it did last night. I intended to leave you alone.”

Her eyes narrow. “Is that supposed to make me feel better?”

I lock my arms around her so she can’t roll off me since it looks like she’s about one more wrong comment away from it. “I’m only trying to do right by you, Alyssa.”

Rolling her eyes, she says, “Yeah, well, I like your idea of doing right by me a whole lot better when you’ve consumed too much whiskey. Sober Brant’s idea of doing right by me is decidedly less impressive, now that I have a comparison.”

Uh-oh. That doesn’t sound good. “What did drunk Brant say to you last night?”

“It doesn’t matter,” she mutters, starting to roll off me, but I don’t let go, so she’s trapped. “Let me up.”

“Not until you tell me what I said.”

“No,” she says, more adamantly than I expect from her. “It was hard enough talking to you about this the first time—I’m not doing it again. Clearly the offer only stood while you were drunk, anyway, so there’s no point. Now, let me up or I’m not making you breakfast.”

My lips curve up faintly. “You’re mad at me and you’re still gonna make me breakfast?”

“Not if you get all arrogant about it,” she tells me, lifting her eyebrows, full of attitude.

Rather than let her go, I lock my arms around her tighter. “Now, hang on just a minute.” I keep one arm around her, but I let the other one slide down the curve of her back until I can cup her butt in my hand. “If you don’t want to tell me anything else, you’ve at least gotta tell me about when I took this. It’s not fair that I don’t get to remember that.”

“You’ll get no sympathy from me,” she states stubbornly. “And you should be bummed you missed out, because it was really good.” Apparently deciding she would rather torture me than pout, she leans in close to my ear. She grabs my earlobe between her teeth, then releases it and drops a few kisses against my neck. “When we were in my bed at home, you snuck into my room, climbed on top of me, and told me how badly you needed my pussy.”

I swallow, pleasure following in the wake of her words. “Oh, did I?”

“Mm-hmm. You kissed me and touched me, and being the nice girl I am, of course I spread my legs and let you fuck me. Once wasn’t enough, though. You wanted more.”

“That sounds right,” I murmur as my eyes drift shut. Then they pop open again, because she said I fucked her in her bedroom, but we’re in mine now. Fear travels down my spine, replacing the pleasure. “Jesus Christ, you didn’t get in the truck with me like that, did you?”

“Of course I got in the truck with you,” she says, pulling back to frown down at me.

“Alyssa,” I say, wide-eyed. “Why the fuck would you do that?”

Her scowl deepens then clears. “I drove,” she explains.

I sink back into the bed, some of the tension easing out of my shoulders. “Oh, thank fuck. Don’t ever get in a car when a drunk person is driving.”

“You’re fathering me again,” she states.

“I am not fathering you—that’s common sense. You scared the shit out of me. I thought I drove you here and I was ready to kick my own ass.”

Her lips curve up a bit. “No. You were too drunk to drive home, so I insisted on driving your big-ass truck. Anyway, Scout was happy to see me, but someone else was even happier.” Reaching down between our bodies, she rubs her hand against my hardening cock, in case I wasn’t sure who she meant.

Her soft touch brings even more blood rushing to my groin than already was. “Hey now, you’re gonna get him all excited.”

“He got pretty excited last night,” she tells me as she continues to rub me.

“I bet he did.”

“You took my pussy.” She kisses my neck again to punctuate the statement. “You took my ass. You were all worked up because Theo—”



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