F*ck Perfect (MindF*ck Book 2) Page 2

  I blink several times before averting my eyes back up to Bryce’s amused sage ones.

  “Are you feeling alright?” He looks me over then grabs my hand and walks me over to the couch. I take a seat and he plants himself in front of me on the coffee table, still holding my hand. “Tell me what’s going on.” His fingers brush lightly against my palm soothingly.

  "Where do I begin?"

  "Sweetheart, just start from the beginning."

  And I do. I tell him about my day at my dad’s law firm that I’ve been working at for two months as a paralegal. My morning started with the research for a case we’re working on mysteriously disappearing from my flash drive and almost getting me thrown off the case to walking through the parking garage where I almost broke my neck when my heel breaks off, my flat tire, and the grand finale of finding my apartment broken into.

  "Did you call the cops?” he asks after listening about my shitty day.

  "Yes, when they got there, we walked inside; they dusted some areas for prints, asked me several questions, and then told me to file a claim with my insurance company and get my door fixed." I pause to wipe away my tears. "The apartment is destroyed, including my furniture and most of my clothes. I was able to find some clothing untouched but left them behind because all I wanted to do was get out of my apartment. I no longer felt safe in my own home. I didn't know where else to go, so I got an Uber and told him to bring me here."

  “Sounds like you've had a pretty fucked-up day." He continues to play with my hand, this time, massaging it.

  "You think?" My voice comes out as a breathy moan. Bryce’s eyes flicker to mine. "What's fucked up is the camera in the hall doesn't even work so there's no evidence to show who possibly broke in."

  "You're shittin' me right?"

  I shake my head. “I’m serious. They're just there for show."

  "Well, the important thing is that you didn't get hurt."

  "I keep telling myself that."

  "It's the truth."

  I wipe away more tears.

  "I got you, Ava. Anything you need just let me know, okay?"

  "Okay."

  "My place is a mess as you can see because I haven’t been home enough to clean, but you can stay with me as long as you need to until they get your apartment situated.

  "Are you sure? I don’t want to come between you and Bridget.”

  “She’ll be fine. You're staying."

  "Okay. Thank you.”

  “You’re welcome.” He squeezes my hand before letting it go. “Are you hungry?”

  “Yes. I haven’t eaten since eleven this morning.”

  “Okay, I’ll throw some hotdogs on the grill for us.”

  “You don’t have to do that. Plus, aren’t you supposed to be going to Bridget’s?”

  Bryce laughs.

  “What’s so funny?”

  “Why did you have to say her name like that?”

  I frown. “Like what?”

  “Like a bratty teenage girl who can’t get her way.”

  “No, I did not!”

  “Whatever.” His voice transforms to sound like Alicia Silverstone from the movie Clueless while he holds his fingers up to form a ‘‘W’’.

  I smack him playfully. “But I’m serious. Don’t change your plans because of me.”

  “It’s not a problem. I probably need to keep my ass home anyway. It’s my night off from the bar, and I could use some downtime.”

  “How are you liking your job so far?”

  “Much better. The crowds are better than the little honky-tonk bar I worked at before where we probably served no more than ten customers a night. Of course, I can’t complain about the tips. I should have enough saved up to move out of here soon.”

  “You’ve been here for almost two years. It’s not too bad. Just needs a little cleaning.”

  Bryce touches my thigh then squeezes gently. “That’s why I have you now.” He winks at me. “While you stay here, you can help me keep it clean.”

  “Deal. It’s the least I can do. Anything else I can do to help around here?”

  His eyes travel along my body, warming me in places that should be off-limits to him.

  “If I think of anything else, I’ll let you know.” His eyes fall on my lips. “In the meantime, why don’t you shower? There are clean towels in the bathroom, and you’re welcome to any of my clothes until we can get yours.”

  Bryce stands and that’s when I notice the bulge in his jeans. He turns away from me, but I can tell he’s adjusting himself in his pants. “I’ll get the hotdogs on the grill. Go shower,” he calls over his shoulder before disappearing into the kitchen.

  After a much-needed long, hot shower, I find Bryce in the kitchen cleaning up.

  "Feel better?" he asks when I enter.

  "I'm getting there."

  "Well, maybe after you eat this gourmet dinner I fixed, it'll put a smile on your face," he teases then hands me a covered plate.

  "Actually, I was going to turn in. Can you wrap it up for me, and I’ll eat it tomorrow.”

  "Wait a minute. I've spent hours making this dinner; the least you can do is take a bite for me."

  He removes the aluminum foil and reveals two hotdogs with ketchup and mustard on them. He takes one out and brings it to my lips. I take a big bite, and I moan, not knowing if it’s because I’m starving or because Bryce is feeding me.

  He smiles at me then reaches out and uses his thumb to wipe away some of the orange ketchup and mustard fusion that didn't make its way inside my mouth. "Eat first then you can sleep,” he softly commands then sucks the condiments off his thumb.

  I take the hotdog from his hand and eat, more like scarf it down.

  "You can have my bed and I'll take the couch." Bryce leans against the counter.

  I finish chewing my food then I swallow.

  "No. I'll take the couch. I’m your guest after all."

  "What did I say, Ava?”

  My eyes trail from his feet up to his face. “You’re too tall to be sleeping on the couch. Your bed is big enough for the both of us.”

  He leans in and places his hands on the counter behind me, caging me in. He lowers his head so that we’re eye-to-eye. “Wouldn't you be uncomfortable sharing a bed with all this sexiness?" he jokes, pushing away from me then starts dancing and gyrating his hips in a perverted way.

  "I'm serious," I laugh. "All of this is temporary. I would like to be out of here in two weeks, tops. So, sharing a bed shouldn’t be too bad, right?”

  He studies me for a while then he shrugs. “I don’t think that will be a good idea. Bridget—”

  I hold my hand up, stopping him. “Right,” I laugh a little. “I don’t know what I was thinking.”

  We stare at each other for a moment more.

  “I’ll help you change the sheets on the bed, and I’ll tuck you in,” he winks my way.

  I roll my eyes. “Yeah, whatever, Bryce.”

  Damn. Maybe this wasn't a good idea.

  Bryce removes several pillows off his bed and tosses them to the floor. My eyes can’t turn away from his lean, muscular physique and the way his muscles tighten and relax with each motion. My eyes travel down his chest, stomach—

  I'm knocked back into reality when a soft pillow hits me in the head.

  "What the hell!" I yell out.

  "I've called your name three times."

  "What!?” I screech, obviously frustrated.

  “The sheets are on; do you need anything else?”

  “No!” I climb into bed, lying on my side, away from him, then pulling the covers up to my shoulders. I roll my eyes when I hear him quietly laughing to himself.

  The room goes dark, and I feel Bryce climb in behind me.

  "Goodnight, Ava.” His warm lips press against my temple.

  “Goodnight,” I return on an exhale.

  Chapter 2

  Bryce

  “Oh, oh, Big Daddy. Fuck me harder. Yes, just like that.”

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bsp; I watch the porn star get fucked into oblivion by not one man but two. One was fuckin’ her ass while the other poundin’ away at her pussy. A third guy shows up on the screen and begins fuckin’ her silicone-injected lips. I place my remote down on the cushion beside me and screw the top off the jar of my coconut oil. I place two quarter-size clumps in my hand and rub them around in my palm to melt them down. I wrap my oiled hand around my dick and squeeze. I close my eyes and breathe through the pain throbbing in my testicles and dick. Thanks to Ava.

  The way her ass accidentally rubbed against my dick when I kissed her goodnight had it instantly standing at attention. The last time I was ever this painfully hard was hiding inside my closet with a flashlight, looking through my dad’s Playboy magazines. I’d just hit puberty and didn’t know how to masturbate, so I ended up with blue balls.

  I stroke my hand up, then back down, while my other hand massages my nut sack. It’s not too late, man; you can call Bridget up and see if she will take care of you, but who are you kidding? The one who can relieve that ache is laying in your fuckin’ bed.

  I close my eyes, listen to the cries coming from the porn star, and play tug of war with my dick. The familiar feeling I get when I’m just about to come courses through my loins. I’m so fuckin’ close. My eyes open when I feel a presence. I find Ava standing a step or two away from me. If I wanted to, I could reach out and pull her to me. She watches the stroking motion of my hand.

  “A-Ava. Wh-what are you doing up?” The words struggle to get out.

  “I couldn’t sleep. I thought I heard you in here, so I decided to check on you.” She smiles shyly at me.

  “Mmmm… fuck.” I tug a little harder. “I hope I didn’t wake you.” My teeth clench together.

  She takes several tentative steps towards me and drops down to her knees. I gulp. “Shit!” I inhale sharply. “Ava?” I release on an exhale.

  Her short nails graze up my thighs. “Let me.” Her eyes fall on mine. “I bet I can suck your dick better than Bridget. Please, Bryce,” she begs then licks her plump lips and pries my fingers from around my dick. My hands rest on the cushions of my couch, forming a tight fist. I shiver when I feel her cool fingers wrap around my length. I quickly thaw out when her warm mouth sucks me in.

  “Jesus, Ava.” My breathing accelerates. Her mouth suctions me like a vacuum. My eyes cross then roll to the back of my head. Her slurps and moans are so sexy that I have to open my eyes and watch. She makes the act of sucking dick look like an art form. When her mouth draws up to the mushroom head she sucks harder, just how I like it.

  I jolt awake. I’m alone. It was a fuckin’ dream. I sit up and look down at my lap to find my cock trying to poke through the fabric of my shorts. I stand and walk to the end of the hall and pause in the doorway of my bedroom to find Ava sleeping peacefully. I walk over to my dresser, quietly slide open the top drawer, and grab my jar of coconut oil before making my way to the bathroom to jerk off.

  Chapter 3

  Bryce

  Coffee and homemade blueberry muffins. I crack one eye open, then the other, one when I hear someone bustling around in my kitchen. I run my hand over my morning wood. My dick should feel sore from the workout I gave it last night before sleep decided to take me hostage. Now, I’m wondering if this new arrangement with Ava will work. I come to a sitting position and immediately feel the crook in my neck and tight muscles in my back. My couch is old yet looks in great shape, but the cushions reminded me that I might need to invest in an inflatable mattress in the meantime.

  I toss the throw blanket off my lap and let my nose follow the incredible aroma of Ava’s homemade blueberry muffins. Her muffins are the best damn thing I’ve ever tasted. Then to top it off, she sprinkles sugar over them as soon as they come out the oven, giving them a sweet, crunchy top and making them the perfect finish to their fluffy centers. I walk into the kitchen and stumble over my damn feet. Ava is bent over at the waist, looking under the cabinet for God-knows-what. Her perfect little ass is on display in a pair of purple yoga pants. She sways back and forth and her ass jiggles in the process. Is she twerking? She stands to her full height then starts rolling her hips.

  My dick pulsates painfully. I close my eyes and try to shake away the mental picture of me bending her over the sink and fuckin’ her from behind. I squeeze my dick as I imagine that ass of hers bouncing off of me with every thrust I drive into her.

  Shit, shit, shit!

  “Ava.” I say her name but she continues to dance, and I continue to watch her, mesmerized. She walks over to the oven, pulls down the door, and takes out a fresh batch of muffins. She puts them on top of the stove then turns around and freezes when she sees me standing behind her. Her eyes travel down to my hand choking the shit out of my dick and linger for a beat. Her teeth clamp down on her bottom lip. She looks me in the eye then plucks the earbuds from her ears.

  “Good morning,” she replies cheerfully. “I hope you don’t mind, but I made breakfast.”

  “How? I haven’t had a chance to go to the grocery store.”

  “About that.” She looks away from me for a moment before returning her gaze to me. “I borrowed your Camaro. I know I should’ve asked, but you were knocked out, and I didn’t want to wake you. I went to my apartment and grabbed a few of my clothes.” She gestures to the outfit she’s wearing. Yoga pants and a gotdamn tank that smothers her upper body and makes her perky tits call out to me—basically a workout outfit. “Then I went by the store and grabbed some groceries,” she continues then waits for my reaction.

  Ava knew I didn’t like anyone touching my car without asking. I didn’t even let my sister drive it, but anger refused to make an appearance. What the fuck is wrong with me? We should be having a yelling match right now, with me setting boundaries on how things were going to go down in my house. Instead, I found myself wanting to make her yell out, not from frustration but pure pleasure.

  “It’s fine, Ava.” She frowns, I guess, not expecting my reaction. “Next time just ask, okay?”

  “Okay?” She looks at me wearily. “I will.”

  I take a seat at the small, garage sale table that I have located by the window and bury my face in my hands.

  “Are you okay?” Ava asks after a beat of silence.

  I peek up at her. “Didn’t get much sleep last night.” I run my hands over my exhausted face.

  “I’ll get you some coffee.” Ava turns away from me then opens the cabinet that held the mugs.

  “Thanks.”

  “You’re welcome.”

  I watch her move about with preparing my coffee, at first, with no problem.

  “Sugar and creamer?” she asks.

  “Two and two.”

  “All right.” She empties two packets of sugar into my mug. “Where do you keep the creamer?”

  “It should be on the top shelf in the cabinet to your left on.”

  Ava opens the cabinet and looks up. She tiptoes then she reaches up high. She’s nearly a foot shorter than I am, so I know she won’t be able to reach it. I walk over to where she is still trying to reach it.

  “Here, let me.” I’m now standing behind her.

  “No, I think I have it,” she insists as if she has something to prove.

  We reach up at the same time, and her ass rubs against my erection that refuses to go down. I grip the counters, pressing my body to hers. I exhale a raspy ‘‘fuck” against her ear. We both stop moving.

  “Ava.” Her name falls from my lips. Can she hear the desperation in my voice?

  “Bryce?” My name comes out breathy.

  “Don’t move.”

  She nods.

  We stand there for several more moments. We’re both breathing hard while my dick rests between the confines of her juicy ass. I groan and she whimpers when I reach up to grab the creamer from the top shelf of the cabinet. I place it on the counter in front of us.

  “Here you go.” My lips brush lightly against her ear. I can feel her body shiver
and her back arch into me. I groan softly against her skin.

  “Thank you.” Her response is shaky.

  “Any time.” I push away from her and exit the kitchen before I do something regrettable and head into the bathroom to take an ice-cold shower.

  Chapter 4

  Ava

  I yawn and try to refocus on the screen. I scroll my fingers over my trackpad to check the time on my MacBook. It’s a little after eleven in the evening? I didn’t know I’d been studying that long. I replace the cap on my highlighter then close my LSAT study textbook. I reach for my phone and scroll to see if Bryce responded to my text from earlier today when I asked if he could take me by the shop so I could pick up my car. He rushed out of here so fast this morning that he didn’t give me a chance to ask him then. He wouldn’t even look at me after what went down in the kitchen earlier.

  My body and pussy thrum and pulse in remembrance of his body pressing firmly against mine. His cock felt hard and heavy between my ass. I lie back until my back touches the carpet. I slide my hand inside my shorts, spread my legs, and slide my fingers over the small, titanium VCH barbell on my clit. “Oh, god!” I exhale quietly. Getting the piercing was probably the craziest thing I’d ever done. Several weeks after my friend Kennedy got her nipples pierced, I told her I wanted one similar to hers. But when I dragged her down to Ink Love to have mine done and started rummaging through my piercer’s portfolio, I paused on a page with nothing but genital piercings. When my eyes fell upon a tiny loop pierced through a clitoris, instantly, I wanted one.

  “I want my clit pierced instead.” The words fly out of my mouth.

  “Have you lost your mind?!” Kennedy’s shouts hysterically. “Why?”

  I shrug, not taking my eyes off the picture. “Because it’s different.”

  Because one of my piercer’s clients signed a release, I got to witness her getting it done on video. Kennedy told me that I was out my mind, but an hour later, I walked out with a pierced clitoris. I close my eyes and massage my finger around my clit, stopping when I hear the door unexpectedly open then shut. I shoot straight up to a sitting position, just in time to see Bryce walking into the living room, carrying a huge box under his arm.