The Pickup (Imperfect Love 1)

I internally groan. Every time I’ve seen Olivia, the baby is fast asleep or being cared for. “Babies cry. What’s really going on?” I cross my arms over my chest and stare down at Celeste.

“I-I…” She throws her arms up in frustration. “I can’t do this! I can’t be the other woman.” Tears prick her eyes, and I know there’s more to all of this than what she’s saying. But Celeste is a vault, and she’ll never open up to me—or anyone.

“You’re my fiancée.”

“Exactly! So can we maybe…try for real?” She gets up from the bed and approaches me. “I know you went from getting laid on the regular to not at all. I don’t want you to be unhappy.” Her hand moves to my dick, and she grips it through my boxers. She’s right. I did spend a lot of time inside women, and obviously sex is on my mind. For one, I’m a man, therefore, it’s pretty much always on my mind, but also, ever since Olivia came back, I can’t get our night together out of my head. She was the last person I was with before I agreed to this pseudo relationship with Celeste. She was the last woman I sank my dick into, and I can still remember the way her tight cunt felt… Fuck! I can’t think about Olivia like that.

Removing Celeste’s hand from my crotch, I back up slightly. “We already did once and there was nothing there. As a matter of fact, I’m pretty sure your exact words were, ‘I can’t do this. It feels like I’m about to fuck my brother, if I had one.’”

“Well, maybe we didn’t try hard enough. What does she have that I don’t, Nick?” Oh, hell no…there’s no way I’m going there, not even with a ten-foot pole…

“Celeste, you’re a beautiful woman. You know this. But you’re my friend, and I can’t see you as anything more than that. Just like you don’t see me as anything more. If you’re scared I’m going to cheat on you, I wouldn’t do that. You know I’ve been cheated on, and I wouldn’t do that to someone else.” I walk over to the bathroom door.

“I’m not scared of you cheating,” Celeste says, but the way her voice cracks as she says the words tells me otherwise. “It’s just…you spent an entire year only having one-night stands, and not once did you want more…until her.”

“That might be true, but she left,” I point out, opening the bathroom door.

“And now she’s back.”

Celeste doesn’t wait for me to respond. She walks out of our room, and I watch her walk away, having no clue what to say to her to ease her mind. Closing the bathroom door behind me, I strip out of my clothes and jump into the shower. Celeste was right. I slept with way too many women last year, but it wasn’t until Olivia that I found myself wanting more. Fuck, how could I not? The chemistry between us was like nothing I’d ever experienced.

Reaching down, I fist my cock as I think about her, my mind going back to our one and only night together. How brazen she was. The way she sucked and fucked me like a woman on a mission. How responsive her body was to my touch—the way we connected on a deeper level. My fist tightens around my hard shaft, stroking it up and down as I recall Olivia’s mouth around my cock. The way she took me with abandon.

My fist pumps harder, my grip tightening. I can feel the pull in my balls beginning. My forehead hits the shower wall as I recall the way she rode my dick in the middle of the night. The way her tits bounced up and down. Her hands splayed across my chest as she milked my cock until it was completely drained. My fist tightens, my strokes get more frantic, as I chase my release. I remember the way she kissed me with such passion. The way her body felt against mine. The way we fit so goddamned perfectly together. Letting out a low groan, I watch my cum shoot out and coat the wall before the water washes it away.

Letting go of my cock, I feel a sense of relief for about a minute, until it hits me that I just got off to the visual of Olivia, the mother of my son, the woman who isn’t my fiancée. And with that thought comes the sobering realization that this engagement isn’t going to last. So much has changed in the last couple of weeks. Everything I thought I wanted, I’m quickly realizing isn’t actually what I want at all. I’ve been living in denial, not wanting to deal with the reality of this situation—that when I got together with Celeste, it was because she was the safe choice. Olivia had just walked away, the New York Brewers’ owner and coach had said I needed to settle down, and Celeste was there, ready to make good on our pact. We were on the same page. But now, in light of recent events, I don’t think we’re even reading the same book.