Damaged Perfection (The Perfection Series Book 1) (10 page)

              “I promise,” he adds.

              “Ok,” I say, praying he doesn’t make me regret it.

“Good,” he whispers. Within seconds he is between my legs and having his way with me. He is slow at first, sweetly kissing down my neck. He lets loose of my hands so he can pull my hips as close as he can get, pushing himself in as far as he can. It is as though we can’t get close enough.

“Fenton…”

“I know, baby,” he says quietly. We are both so caught up in what is going on that we can do nothing but feel and savor the moment. My body is lost to him; the never ending chaos that is Fenton. I feel his passion seeping into every crevice of my being and I just cannot get enough. He opens his eyes and I know that he feels it, too.

His pace quickens and I begin to feel myself losing control, which is new for me. This man, after knowing him for just a few short weeks, is about to effortlessly bring my body to the edge and I never want that to end. He sits back on his calves and pulls me with him. I wrap my legs around his body and he moves me in the direction and with the speed he wants. It is perfect because after just a couple of thrusts, I am spent and calling out his name.

“Oh my God, Piper,” he says while laying his head on my shoulder. I wrap my hands around his neck and kiss it.

“That was amazing, Fent.” As much as I want to lay here with him all day and savor the moment, I know we are on our lunch break. With a long sigh, I try to move out of his grasp but he doesn’t let me go.

“Where are you trying to go?” He doesn’t even lift his head from my shoulder.

“Fent, we have to go back to work.” His deep laugh resonates throughout the room.

“Babe, we have the rest of the day, don’t worry.”

“Fent, how do we just have all day? I don’t understand this. Frank…”

“Shh! Do not mention his name in here. Let’s get dressed and I will explain over lunch.” I get up to go to his bathroom to clean up and notice Fent is following me. He sees the look on my face and throws his hands in the air.

“I will use the other bathroom.” He seems a bit aggravated but I don’t care, we are not on that level, yet. I take a moment to appreciate him as he walks out of the room naked. He looks back at me over his shoulder and shakes his head.

It is amazing how organized everything is in this bathroom. I am almost afraid to touch anything. All of his towels are perfectly folded and in a single row. All of his combs are in order according to size. He has a stack of magazines on the back of the commode and they are perfectly in the middle. I thumb through the stack and sure enough, they are stacked in chronological order. I smile, and continue to tell myself this is the same man I met at a bar a few weeks ago. I finish getting myself back together and decide to have a little fun with this obvious obsessive behavior.

I walk out of the bathroom ten minutes later, hoping he has food ready because I am starving. When I walk in the kitchen, he is sitting at the table with two plates holding a sandwich and chips on each, waiting to be eaten.

“I am starving,” I say, while taking a bite.

“I was wondering if you had decided to take a nap before joining me.”

“A nap does sound fabulous, now that you mention it.”

“It can be arranged you know.”

“I think it is time you explain how you magically got us out of work today.” He starts explaining and I begin playing with the napkins that are on the table, moving them into uneven stacks. He continues talking but his eyes are on the napkins. He is acting as though it isn’t bothering him but I can tell it is.

“Piper, are you listening to me?” he asks, a smirk creeping on his face.

“Yes, of course. Sorry, please continue,” I say apologetically, trying to give him my undivided attention this time.

“Frank left for a business trip this morning after playing boss at the site. I told Liam we had a meeting with Alan. That wasn’t really a lie, we did have a meeting but it could have waited.”

“I am surprised Frank hasn’t called you.”

“He knows about the deal with Alan, he will probably talk to me about it when he gets back but I don’t care. We have had a great afternoon, so it was worth it.” Our eyes meet and I decide that I need to get home or I will never make it to event this evening with Shane. I wish I would have thought to tell him to ask Phoebe to go with him. I know that it is too late now, but I really want to back out.

“Piper?” Fent calls, while I am washing our now empty dishes.

“Yeah?” I say, without turning around.

“Who is Shane?”

“He is a good friend of mine.”

“Where are you going with him?”

“He asked me to go to a dinner event for his carpentry union. Evidently his date flaked on him.” He quietly absorbs what I am telling him. I turn to look at him and find him watching me.

“What?”

“You’re sure he isn’t a boyfriend? I don’t share Piper.” His serious tone takes me off guard. I hadn’t taken into consideration that he would want anything more to do with me once we got the sex out of the way.

“If I was yours to share, you mean?” I ask for clarification.

He raises an eyebrow.“Oh sweetheart, you are mine now.” I almost choke on my drink.

“Oh am I?”

“Indeed you are,” he says simply as though I have no say in the matter. “Come on Piper, you know we have been skirting around this since the day we met.”

“We have been skirting around the sex and now we have that out of the way.”

“Ok.” His indignant reply tells me more than I want to know at this time.

“Well, we better get you home so you aren’t late for your date.”

“Fenton, you can’t be upset with me for sleeping with a player and then thinking nothing more is going to come of it.” He doesn’t answer as he grabs his keys and slams the front door behind him. I stand there a minute in order to give him time to cool off before I get to the truck. My eyes wonder to the table and notice the napkins are back in the exact same order as before I moved them. I close my eyes and smile to myself. I grab my purse and walk out the truck to find a brooding Fenton in the driver’s seat. I blow out a deep breath. This is going to be a long fifteen minute drive.

Chapter Nine

Fenton

              We are quiet the entire drive to her place. I even ignore Frank, who has been blowing my phone up for the last two hours. He is not going to put her with that douche and expect me to just sit back and watch. At least Liam was a little more understanding. I am just glad Alan was able to meet us on such short notice. Otherwise, today would have not ended very pretty.

              We pull up to her apartment and she starts to get out but I grab her arm. She looks at me in question.

              “Promise me something.”

              She cocks her eyebrow. “What?”

              “Please don’t wear the dress from the first night we met to that dinner tonight.” Her answer doesn’t come as quickly as I would like.

              “I can’t promise you that. I don’t think I have anything else to wear on such short notice.” Surprising both of us, she brings her lips to mine. Just thinking about where her mouth may be later is making me crazy. This fuels me to deepen our kiss to the point I think I need to actually step inside her mouth in order to get any closer. But when she doesn’t struggle she answers my unspoken question.

When I pull back, she hesitates before opening her eyes. She is savoring my taste which still lingers on her lips. I feel somewhat relieved letting her go, knowing she now has a taste of what she can have.

              “Be careful tonight and call me if you need anything,” I say as though I am dismissing her. She lingers a few seconds and I am not sure if she is going to get out. After a long sigh, she opens the door and steps out of my truck. I have to leave without looking back or I am going to pull her back in the truck with me and demand that she stay home tonight. I don’t want to be that douche, so I leave her, looking confused and wondering why. This Shane character makes me nervous because he is an unknown variable. I need to know who I am sending her off with and who I am up against.

              I have never been so determined to be with a woman. This chick has infiltrated my mind. I go to sleep thinking about her and I wake up thinking about her. I was able to ignore it before; I could skip a night or two by going to bed so damn drunk I couldn’t think about anything. But I won’t be able to do that now. I thought if we got it out of the way I could get her out of my head like the rest of them. But I will never lose my craving for her soft skin. I groan to myself, quit fucking thinking about it.

              I walk into the bar and smile when I see that Camille has already set up my shot. I put up another finger and she begins pouring again. I down the two shots and head to my office. First thing I do when I sit down at my desk is cut me a line. I find my straw in the drawer and pull it in. I sit back in the chair for a minute to wait on it to take effect. When I open my eyes, there is her face, staring judgmentally at me.

“No!” I scream and throw the glass that is sitting on my desk at the wall. Not her. She can’t look at me with judgmental eyes. I instantly feel guilt and put my head in my hands. The tears are streaming down my face when I hear a knock on the door.

              “Yeah?” I say a little harsher than I mean. Camille walks in and her eyes soften when she sees the disgust I have for myself on my face. She walks over and sits at in the chair in front of my desk.

              “Frank has been calling for you.”

              “I know. What did you tell him?”

              “That I haven’t seen you.”

              “Thank you. He will probably continue to call, just keep telling him that please.” She nods and stands to leave.

              “Camille, stay. I need to talk to you about something.” She sits back down and waits for me to begin.

              I can’t tell her. If I say it out loud, it won’t be true.

              “Its ok, Fent. I know this is a different feeling for you and you’re not sure how to handle it. But I can assure you, this is not the way.” She waves her hand over my coke dusted desk.

              “FUCK!” I scream. “I know. I don’t deserve her but I can’t leave her alone. Especially now…”

              Her lips turn up at the corners in a knowing smile.

              “You thought you could hit it and quit it? She isn’t that type of girl, Fent.”

              “I know, but even if she was, I can’t get enough of her. She is going out with some douche tonight and I am going to sit here and go out of my fucking mind.”

              “I’m sure there will be plenty of women to keep you busy for the evening.” She is testing me. I can see it in her eyes.

              “No, there won’t.” My phone buzzes in my pocket. My heart finally quits beating out of control when I see the message that I have been waiting for.

              “Are you good here tonight?”

              “Always, Fent. You don’t have to worry about me.”

              “I know, thank you.” I kiss her on the top of the head and head up to my apartment above the bar. Apparently the last time I was here, I had a great time. There are whiskey bottles and clothes everywhere. I am almost scared to see my room. When I enter my room, I am surprised that it really isn’t too bad. I am proud that at least there are no used rubbers lying around.

              I grab a change of clothes and hit the shower. As I stand under the hot spray, I begin thinking about how I have changed in the last couple weeks. I have been relatively happier and seeing Piper has given me something to look forward to. Even Liam commented this afternoon that he was impressed at how she was able to calm me down after finding Ty on the site. I was equally as impressed as nothing usually calms me except a shot of something hard.

              Stepping back in this place after almost two weeks is strange. I am usually here every other night after working a shift downstairs. So to say the least, I am usually three sheets to the wind and in the company of some random woman. Since meeting Piper, I haven’t been here and it actually disgusts me to be standing here. The only thing that makes me feel better is the fact that I didn’t bring her here and I never will. There is a reason I only bring my overnight friends here and keep them away from my actual life and it is going to be the same with Piper. She can be at my house as much as she wants but she doesn’t need to know about this place. I will never be able to make her understand something that I don’t understand myself.

              I turn the water off and begin getting ready. I throw some gel in my hair and am buckling my belt when my phone goes off. I get a little too excited when I see it’s a text from Piper; hopefully telling me she canceled her date tonight.

             
Piper: “Thank you for a great afternoon.”

             
Fenton: “Next time will be better, babe.”

             
Although I am happy to know she was thinking of me, I am a little disappointed that she didn’t tell me she was now free. Oh well, let’s just hope she still wants to talk to me after tonight…