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  Torrie Robles

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  Warning: This story contains explicit sexual content that is not intended for those under the age of 18. This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblances to actual events, locales, or persons living or dead, are coincidental.

  Accidentally Perfect

  Copyright © 2015

  by Torrie Robles

  “Laney, why don’t you take the next few hours off? I know you have the next four days off. Why don’t you start your mini vacation now?”

  The charge nurse, Rebecca, is my saving grace. I’ve been working for the past fourteen days straight. The summer flu season has hit the nursing staff hard this year, and I’ve been picking up shifts left and right trying to help everyone out. Being a nurse in the oncology ward is serious business. If you so much as have a sniffle you are ordered to stay home until it passes. We don’t need to transfer any of our illnesses to the patients. The smallest cough can turn into a life and death situation.

  “Thank you so much. You have no idea how much I need these next few days off. I could kiss you.”

  “Now, don’t go kissing me. Why don’t you go and kiss your boy toy a few times for me? That would make me happy.”

  “I think I can do that. Thanks again. I’m outta here.”

  I grab my purse, and I make a beeline towards the elevators. I do hope that my patients are still here when I get back. That’s the hardest part about my job. You are there for these people towards the end of their life, and all you want to do is make it better for them. As much as you know the best thing for them is to finally let go and meet their maker; the whole act is still a difficult one to get used to.

  The next few days off are exactly what I need. First things first; I’m going to head over to Michael’s apartment and let him know that I’m all his for the next few days. My plans are simple; relax, have a few drinks, maybe get my man to give me one of his famous massages and have lots and lots of sex. Isn’t that why you put up with the immaturity of a younger man because they always make up for it in the bedroom?

  Once I get to Michael’s, I let myself in. I swear to God, this man never locks his door. Doesn’t he know he doesn’t live in the best part of the city? I hear faint pants and groans once I step into the living room. “Yes, Michael, right there.” What the hell. My feet carry me to his bedroom door. The groans and whimpers are now more audible. “Slower Michael, yes, yes, right there. Suck baby, suck.” With a shaky hand, I turn the knob and slowly open the door. I see my boyfriend’s ass up in the air with his head down in between what looks like his neighbor’s legs. Her hands are running through his blond hair has her legs are wrapped around his shoulders. “Yes Michael, yes, suck me, oh God! Fuck me!”

  “Yes, Michael fuck her because your days of fucking me are over.”

  His head whips around meeting my glare, “Laney?”

  I know Michael isn’t an incredibly smart guy, but I pray to the good Lord above that he isn’t dumb enough to follow me. My steps pick up speed and I reach my car. Throwing the door open, I hurry, start the engine and pull away from his apartment complex. There are just some things that can’t be unseen and seeing Michael’s ass up in the air, totally on display, is one, of them.

  There is only one thing I know to do. Call the best friend. “Stella?” She answers on the first ring. I don’t even give her the chance to say hello.

  “What’s up doll?”

  “I have just found myself single.”

  “Shut the front door, Laney.” The enthusiasm in her voice is evident.

  “Yeah, so true. I don’t like sharing my man with the neighborhood sluts, so he had to go.”

  “Does Brad have the girls?”

  “Yes.”

  “Then I have one word for you. Vegas baby!” She screams into the phone.

  “That’s two words.”

  “Shit girl, you get my point. Get your fine ass to packing.”

  “Damn, that feels good. Hmmm, yeah right there.” The warmth of his kisses consumed me. They set my skin on fire; he sets my skin on fire just by his touch. They slowly drifted down my neck over my shoulder and back up again. This dream is perfect. I don’t ever want to wake up. Just let me die by kisses. That sounds like the perfect death.

  “Baby, your phone has been going off for the past twenty minutes. You need to get up.” His voice was husky, dripping with sex and I want to hear more. “Laney Bear, wake up.” I felt his fingers digging into my hip pulling me to him. The heat of his body is so welcoming, so is his hard shaft that is currently poking me in my rear. “Baby, open those beautiful brown eyes for me.”

  Things were starting to come into focus. I don’t think I’m dreaming, nope that would have been too easy. Those kisses, that voice, and that rather nicely sized rear intruder were all very real. What the hell happened last night? Rolling over, I see the most beautifully rugged face and most gorgeous honey green eyes I have ever seen. Rubbing my eyes, trying to focus on the sight in front of me, I realize something doesn’t feel right; something feels off. “Ouch! What the hell?” Looking down at my left finger I see the biggest diamond I have ever laid my eyes one. It’s sitting on top of a band encrusted with diamonds and sapphires.

  “It’s the Asscher cut diamond you picked out last night. Do you not like it?”

  “I don’t understand,” I said, pulling myself and the sheets that are apparently covering my naked body. That’s when I hear my phone going off and recognize that’s it’s my mother’s ringtone.

  “Why does Cruella De Vil keep calling you?”

  “Ah, that’s my mother.”

  “And why do you have a picture of Cruella De Vil come up when she calls you?”

  “You don't wanna know. That woman would skin puppies if she thought it would make her more money."

  “Shouldn’t you answer the phone Laney Bear?”

  “What did you just call me?”

  “Laney Bear. I thought it was alright. Last night you said to give you a pet name, so I gave you Laney Bear.”

  “Wait, I asked you to give me a pet name. When?”

  “Right after I made you my wife.”

  “Holy shit balls! What did you just say?” And there goes my mother’s ringtone again. Seriously can she not give me a break?

  “Last night, you and Stella were drinking and dancing outside of Pure. Troy and I started dancing with you. We hit it off. None of this is ringing a bell?”

  I try to think, but the current hangover that I’m experiencing is hindering all my thoughts of the last 12 hours. I remember getting to Vegas, amazed by the lights and the people. I have never stepped foot in Vegas, and let me tell you it met all my expectations from the first moment I arrived. It was pure madness. Wait, S, where the hell is Stella? We were dancing. I didn’t want another colorful shot, but she made me, told me it was time to let loose; it was time for me, for Laney, that I was awesome, a hot piece of ass. That’s when I saw him. Honey eyes are staring at me, taking me in like he wanted to devour me. He had me. There was no fighting it. I was his for the taking the moment our eyes met. With the realization, I lock eyes with this beautiful man sitting in bed with me. He was gorgeous. I hit the motherload. Crap, my mother. Why was she calling? He was scruffy, but the good kind of scruffy; the kind that it’s meant to be there, not because he’s a slob, but because it looks so damn fine on him. His dark hair is short on the sides but longer on the top, letting the curls fall where they need to be, just to make him look perfect. How can he look so perfect? What the hell do I look like? Shit, I must look like a mess. I bet my mascara is under my eyes. Shit, I wouldn’t be surprised if it was do
wn to my chin after the night I had. His bare chest was covered in tribal tattoos; the swirls highlighted the muscles underneath.

  “I think it’s coming back, isn’t it sweet girl?”

  “Maybe,” I said sheepishly.

  “You remember telling me how Michael was a total fuck up?”

  “Maybe.” I could not form words. He was gorgeous

  “Do you remember telling me we were a match made in New York Heaven?”

  “New York Heaven?”

  “Yes, since we are both from there.”

  “Oh really?”

  “Yes, baby, really.”

  Biting my lip, I tried to remember more of the night. But nothing was coming to me. This is totally fucked up. “Where’s Stella?”

  “Well, after she gave you away.”

  “She gave me away?”

  “Yea, then she stood up for you.”

  “Wait, she stood up for me?”

  “Yes, Troy stood up for me. We said our vows and they gave us the night to ourselves to celebrate our honeymoon and let me tell you. That was my favorite part.”

  “She was okay with this? How could she be okay with this? How could she let this happen? Wait, our honeymoon. This is our honeymoon? I don’t even freaking remember a damn wedding for me to have a freaking honeymoon. I don’t even know your name. Oh my God, I am reliving a freaking Carrie Underwood song. My mother is going to kill me.”

  “It’s Nate.”

  “What?”

  “My name. It’s Nate, Nathan, Nathaniel, actually.”

  “Nathan.”

  And that is why I fell instantly for her. She doesn’t just say my name. She breathes it. She makes it come to life; she makes me come to life. Yeah, I know, it hasn’t even been twenty-four hours since she entered my life. Hell, it hasn’t even been twelve, but I don’t give a damn. My life didn’t start until I laid eyes on that beautiful woman, my wife.

  Troy and I made a trip to Vegas to expand our security company from the east coast to the west. I don’t plan on relocating, but Troy is up to the challenge, and who am I to stop him. I have always gone after the things that I want, no matter who may stand in my way, no matter what they have to say about it. I know who I am. I know what I want, and I am the only one in life who is able to accomplish it. Me, myself, and I. That is why I went and served my country right out of high school. That’s why I went against everything my father wanted and everything my mother feared. I knew my goal, and I was damn good at it. So good that in no time I was Special Forces.

  When I walked up to the entrance of Pure and saw Laney’s red hair flowing as she moved to the music that came barreling out of the club, I knew she was it for me. There will never be anyone else for me, she is it; until the day I die. She had this energy about her. Just watching her I knew she was a no nonsense type person. She was the most stunning creature I had ever seen and from where I stood to watch her, she didn’t even know it. It was the cutest thing when she caught me staring. Her mouth that was open from singing at the top of her lungs, which quickly snapped shut when she caught me and became totally embarrassed. Her friend, Stella almost knocked her over with a jab to the ribs when she spotted me. That is one memory I will never forget. One story that I know we will be telling our kids one day. The magical night when mom and dad found each other under the bright lights and loud music of Sin City.

  “Do you honestly expect me to believe that we’re married? That my best friend, who I trust with my life would allow me to make such a huge and obscene mistake.”

  “Well I did hear you tell me I was obscenely huge last night, but I don’t think the word that followed that description was a mistake. I think it was more along the lines of-”

  “Stop, stop right there.” She holds up one hand gesturing me to stop while the other hand grips the crisp white sheets tightly to her chest. It’s cute, especially since I know and remember every inch of her. From the curves of her tits and ass to the freckles that flow down her back in a constellation like pattern. Most of all, I know that the drapes match the carpet, and boy does she wear it well.

  “Laney Bear I can’t stop, stop right there because it feels so good. Those were your exact words about four hours ago.”

  “Can you be serious for a minute? I am freaking out here, okay? And it’s not just the fact that I think I’m still drunk, and this may all be a very graphic, very real feeling dream,”

  “Okay.”

  “Now, what are we going to do? What am I going to do? Did we seriously get married last night, please tell me this is just a joke.”

  “We are most certainly married. We did the deed last night and by deed I mean marriage. The other deed came later. I had the jeweler open at about one o’clock this morning where you and you alone, saw and fell in love with the ring that is currently sitting on your finger. We went down to city hall to get the paperwork, and you, me, Troy, and Stella took a little trip to the Little White Chapel. The deal was sealed by two-thirty this morning and by five we consummated it 3 times. It’s now eight, so I’m ready to go when you are. ”

  “How can I not remember any of that? Oh my God, did you drug me? That was it; you actually drugged me.”

  “I did not drug you. In fact, you were the one who told me it was love at first sight. You were the one who told me that I felt like home while you were in my arms. It was you who told me that you never wanted to spend another day without the feeling you get while you look into my eyes. It was only me who suggested to not ruin it or to never let it go, so I asked you to marry me and you said yes.”

  “Really?”

  “Baby, I do not lie, I do not cheat, and I do not allow anything or anyone to walk out of my life when I know that my life is better with that thing or person in it.” I took her hands in mine allowing the sheet to puddle around her waist. Damn she was fine. “Don’t you feel the connection Laney; don’t you feel what I feel? What I’ve felt the moment I laid eyes on you? You are mine, Laney.” I kiss her and when I say kiss her I mean it. With every fiber of my being, I show her that she is mine, my life, my wife and I was going to have a hell of a time proving to her just how much I meant it. “You are mine.” I kiss her again. I hold her head in my hands while she grips my wrists, and I show my wife what she already means to me. Breaking the kiss I take a minute to gather my thoughts. “Right now you have two options. One, we can continue last night’s, and this morning’s festivities, I can make sweet love to my wife, I can fuck her to the moon and back if she wants.” I lean in to kiss that sweet neck of hers. She moans. I knew she would. I may have kissed, licked, and nibbled her neck over one hundred times already and each and every time she lets out a soft moan. Each. And. Every. Time. “Or two, we can get dressed, head downtown, and make as if last night never happened.” I kiss her again. I know she won’t pick option two. If there is one thing that I am certain in my life, it’s that Laney is mine.

  “Fuck me to the moon and back.” She says with a smile.

  “Ahh, there’s the woman I married.” So I do what she wants; I will always do what she wants.

  You really don’t have to tell me I’m crazy. I know I am. Maybe it’s the fact that I am truly hoping this is all a dream, and I am living it while I’m safely asleep in my own bed at home. Or maybe it’s the fact that this man feels so damn good. “Give me your arms baby. I want your hands above your head. Keep them there, don’t move; don’t take them from the bed.” I am sore, hot damn, my lady parts are sore. I stretch and arch my back as he slowly kisses and sucks down the length of my body. Damn, it feels so good. A moan escapes from deep within my throat. “Open up for me Bear. I wanna see that sweet pussy of yours. I wanna see it glisten for me.” I do as he asks. “You are perfection Laney, sweet, sweet perfection.”

  I feel the warmth of his tongue slowly caress my clit. Gently sucking, lightly flicking working my cunt ever so gently. Chills roll over my body. It’s amazing. I feel like I’m floating. Damn, it’s delicious. “Hmm.” I hear him enjoying my tas
te. I naturally buck, encouraging him to go harder; damn I need it hard, I need to come undone. He acts on cue sliding his tongue down my pussy, massaging it with just enough pressure. I feel his two fingers begin to thrust in and out while he sucks on my nub. I begin to ache with need. I welcome it. I can feel my orgasm build as he continues to stroke his tongue in and out rubbing my clit until I can’t take it anymore. The shock hits me full force, “Ahh!” I arch my back more, pushing off the headboard shoving my cunt further into his face. He takes it, licks and cleans me until my orgasm turns into slight aftershocks. With each flick of his tongue, I jerk while I float back to reality.

  “Beautiful.” He says as he comes up kissing his way back up my body. Never has anything felt this good, so damn good. I never want it to end. I never want to go one day without the feel of him between my legs. Yeah, I know this isn’t a dream and yeah I know I am completely screwed. I didn’t plan for this speed bump to enter my life. This is all Stella’s fault, damn that woman.

  I lean up to him kissing his chest, sucking on his neck. I continue as he moans in approval. I want him so bad. I have never wanted a man so much in my life. I feel how hard he is for me. He pushes me down with kisses to my own neck. I push my hips up allowing his cock to meet at my entrance with one gentle thrust he enters me. I stretch to take him in, and he feels fabulous. “Laney, baby, you feel so good. So damn tight; so warm. Fuck, baby.”

  Tight?? He thinks I’m tight. Well, I haven’t been told that in I don’t remember how many years. Maybe it’s the fact that I haven’t had the pleasure of being introduced to a cock that was so large that it allowed me to be tight. I will welcome the compliment. “Jesus, you feel so good Nathan.” He feels good, like too good, like too good. Crap, did he put on a condom? “Nathan, condom.”

  “We haven’t used one yet baby, Christ, why start now?” He’s breathless, he’s thrusting and he’s breathless. I am making this hunk of a man breathless. Wait, no condom.