Breaking Perfect (11 page)

“Liberty, look at me.”

Slowly she raised her gaze. He
didn’t appear angry, only concerned.

“Baby, don’t hide from me. Remember
what happens when you do? We’re past that stage. Now, do you want to tell me
what upset you?”

Her resolution to be a better wife
took a backseat as she played back that afternoon’s moments of weakness. Words
jumbled in her throat. She wanted to let them out, but her brain refused to
tell her muscles to move. Mason waited patiently for her to find the strength.
“He sat in your seat.”

“Is that all?”

God, she was a horrible person.
“His plate,” she whispered.

“What about it?”

“There was mustard on it.”

“Oh, honey, you know you cannot let
yourself get upset about that kind of stuff.”

“I know.” He was right and she was
disgusted with herself.

It had been over a year since she
let something so minor upset her. Mason ate every day and she tolerated his
entitlement to do so without the rules she placed upon herself and her own
precise approach to dining. Years ago, watching others eat without any form of
order would have tied her stomach in knots. She’d gotten past that. It was
impossible to live with another person and worry about such nonsense, but
sometimes, around new people, it still bothered her. Obsessing over such things
gave her the same agonizing constriction in her stomach and throat she got when
unsuccessfully trying to thread a needle.

Mason began to softly massage her
toes through the covers. “We have no control over what others do, remember?
Only when someone is hurting someone else can we tell them to change what
they’re doing. The only thing you can do in a situation that’s making you
uncomfortable, where no one is being harmed and it would be wrong for you to
interfere, is walk away. Liberty, you cannot wash away other’s imperfections
any more than you can wash away your own.”

She blinked. A tear fell to her
lap, the tiny drop making a dark circle on her otherwise flawless nightclothes.
“I know.”

“If you think this will be a
problem while Sean is staying here, I will either ask him to leave or have the
hot water heater adjusted again.”

She looked at him and quickly said,
“No. I’ll behave better. I promise. If the water isn’t hot I won’t be able to
clean the counters and the floors the way they should be done.”

“Okay, but you have to give me your
word that you won’t burn yourself. If you’re bothered, walk away. If that
doesn’t help, come find me, go to the piano room, or take a swim, but you aren’t
to harm yourself. Do you understand?”

“Yes. I promise. Are you
disappointed?”

“No. We all make mistakes, Lib. I
know you’re already upset with yourself. It’s over now, though. Do you
understand?” He gave her a pointed look. “Over. I’m not upset and there is no
reason to feel guilty or to beat yourself up over it. I just wanted to make
sure you were okay.”

“I am.”

“Now, are you okay with Sean being
here?”

“Will he stay for thirteen days?”

He laughed and then gave a comical
sigh. “Ah, Libby, you do have a reason for everything, don’t you? Is that
thirteen days for the thirteen years since he and I last saw each other?”

She tilted up her chin and took
great pleasure in informing him that he was wrong. “No, that would be silly.”

“Then why thirteen?”

“Because he arrived on a Sunday and
it’s now late and already Monday, a proper visit should be two weeks, but day
one is over.”

“And who says a proper visit should
be two weeks, might I ask?”

She rolled her eyes at him. Taking
on an air of hauteur she crossed her arms over her chest and informed him, “All
sophisticated people know a proper visit is two weeks. I can’t help it if you
don’t know these things.”

“Liberty?” Rather than answer she
looked down her nose at him and tried not to laugh. When he seemed convinced he
had her attention he said, “I love you.”

What was it about him, about the
way he always accepted her without condition that made her continuously fall
more and more in love with him each day. She let her arms drop and met his gaze
head-on. “I love you too.”

He turned and climbed across the
bed until he was directly in front of her. His lips kissed her nose and he
whispered, “Lie back.”

“But…” She’d already begun doing
what he asked and then hesitated. This wasn’t right. “It’s Sunday…and the
lights…”

“Yes, it’s Sunday and your husband
has come home from work early and would like to make love to you. He’s also
decided his wife’s beauty is too great to waste on the darkness. Now, do as
your husband asked and lie back.” Her body fell back to the mattress.
Anticipation bubbled low in her belly.

“Hands above your head,” he
instructed. She did as he told her. “Good girl. Now, these adorable little
shorts must come off, I’m afraid.” He was acting so playful she laughed. Mason
slid her silk bottoms over her legs and tossed them over his shoulder. They
landed just to the left of the long dresser. She’d put them in the hamper as
soon as they were finished whatever he had in store.

“How do you feel? Are we okay?” His
expression was only momentarily serious, but he expected an honest answer.

She had to think why he was asking.
She’d been so caught up in anticipating whatever he was planning on doing she
forgot about her apprehension. Selfless pride fluttered in her chest as she
noted how quickly the unordinary conditions in which they were about to make
love had slipped her mind. Her lips tugged with a smile. “I’m okay.”

“Good. Spread your legs, Libby. Let
me see how beautiful my wife is.” She slowly did as he asked. Her face flushed
when he looked directly at her pussy. “You’re enjoying this,” he commented as
he swept a finger through the slit of her folds, coming back with a glistening
fingertip, and holding it up for her to view.

Liberty didn’t know if she should
feel embarrassed or aroused. She supposed she was experiencing a combination of
both. The two emotions blended into a potent cocktail that gave her the same
tipsy sensation she got when drunk.

Mason climbed into the space
between her legs, pants still on, and braced his arms just outside of her
breasts. He caged her in, making her feel so completely feminine. Her pussy grew
so wet her juices began to trickle down her taint.

“What would you say, Liberty, if I
told you I was tired of making love to my beautiful wife like a married
minister, only on Fridays and Wednesdays and only ever in the dark? Would you
be opposed to me changing things? I know you like to have an idea of what to
expect, but I have been doing some thinking, and I think it’s time we stopped
being so damn predictable in bed. I also think, as strange as this may sound,
that when we’re fucking it’s the
only time
you actually
favor spontaneity. I think you want to be taken by surprise. I think when we
make love, not like we’ve been doing for the past five years, but the way we
did yesterday, I think whatever it is inside of you that tells you everything
has to be perfect, goes quiet. Your body somehow knows it’s better to simply
let it happen, to feel, and you, in turn, surrender your control. Yesterday at
the pool I watched you, Libby. I watched you come undone and it was the sexiest
fucking thing I have ever seen in my entire life.”

His spot on explanation for everything she’d been feeling of
late astounded her. How could he have made such quick sense of things she was
trying to comprehend about herself for months? No one had ever known her mind
so completely to the degree that Mason did. She wanted to cry, to shout,
Yes!
That is what I want!

Liberty breathed heavily. Mason slowly leaned down, easing
closer to her lips, but never taking his gaze off of her. A wild gleam filled
his eyes and ever so slowly he licked across her bottom lip. A moan escaped
before she could stop it.

“Is that what you want, Liberty? Do you want your husband to
fuck you until you can’t think anymore? Until all the noise, the memories, the
need for perfection is silent and all you can think about is your heartbeat
throbbing in your pussy, screaming in your ears, followed by the symphony of
white noise as you come?”

It was too much. Each word created an image so erotic and
desirable she felt her pussy already begin to clench and flutter, begging for
him to make good on all his provocative promises.

“Yes,” she admitted on a breathless sigh.

“Then that’s what you’re going to get.”

His mouth crashed down on hers and she felt as though her
body were being electrocuted back to life. The hard bulge at the crotch of his
pants pressed into the cradle of her sex and he began to roughly grind himself
against her softness. His arm slipped under her back and he raised her upper
body off the bed.

“Hold onto my shoulders,” he ordered against her lips then
returned to ravishing her mouth.

She held on as he pulled her upward. His hands lifted her as
he fumbled with his belt buckle. Her knees came down on the mattress at either
side of his hips and she was suddenly straddling him as he sat on the edge of
the bed. He kept one arm firmly behind her back as his other hand held his cock
and glided it through the moisture weeping from her folds.

“I want you to fuck me, Liberty. Just like this. I want you
to fuck me until you come.” He was breathing hard into the curve of her neck as
he held himself beneath her, the tip of his erection already probing her sex.
“Now, Liberty.”

She impaled herself on his cock and screamed at the delicious
shock of pleasure. He stretched her channel, still tender from that morning.
Her spine arched and her head fell back. There was a sharp tug at her scalp and
she realized Mason held a fistful of her hair. She was riding him, but he was
in complete control, completely dominant. She imagined how they must have
appeared and a surge of cream coated his hard cock as she bobbed up and down on
it and sobbed out her pleasure.

He cradled her ass in the strong grip of his other hand as he
began thrusting his hips off the bed. The effect was even deeper penetration.
With every thrust he grunted and she cried out in response, over and over, and
soon the bedsprings were mimicking her cries.

* * *
*

Sean lay in the unfamiliar hotel-like
bed,
arm folded over his eyes, and tried not to hear the sounds of pleasure echoing
through the house from down the hall. He was strongly considering packing his
shit back up and leaving, but he was pretty sure a house like this came
complete with a security system that would rival Fort Knox. The last thing he
needed to do was interrupt them by tripping some alarm while trying to creep
out. How on earth did he convince himself coming here was a good idea?

The moans built in tempo and volume until finally Liberty’s
scream of pleasure was followed by a crescendo of shouts as they both reached
their finish. Yeah, he knew what that was like, but he wasn’t going to allow
himself to think about that. He was here now, so he might as well make the best
of it. Remembering Mase the way he was, expecting him to be the way he was,
would only wind up hurting everyone. It was clear, by the way he looked at his
wife tonight, that his college days were only a chapter of self-examination
that led to discovering his true self.

Following the eruption of climaxing cries, there was only the
muffled drone of voices here and there and then nothing but blissful silence.
He hoped he would finally be able to get some sleep, but his brain wouldn’t
shut off.

Mason’s lips, mason’s thighs, his strong hands, flashes of
his body and what his body was capable of played through his mind. Yet with
every vision came the interruption of softer counterparts. Lily-white skin,
soft, dainty shoulders, pale pink nipples, his mind accounted for what he
didn’t know.

Images collided as bodies writhed under a fog of woven
fantasies no good hearted person would entertain. He needed to get out of
there. Why had he ever thought coming here would be wise? It seemed in one
short week he’d lost his father and Mason all over again.

True, he’d given up Mason years ago, but hearing him make
love to his sweet wife, seeing him gaze into her eyes with such unguarded
affection, it made the loss so much more pronounced. New wounds appeared where
old scars had hardly healed. Sean was torturing himself and all he wanted was
some form of closure, a closure he’d never been able to find since the day he
walked away from the one person he’d given his heart to, the one person who’d
ever truly loved him without condition.

He was breaking with every tick of the clock, every blink of
his eye, and every beat of his heart. Yet he couldn’t make himself rise and
walk out that door. He was here and something cried out inside of him to stay.

* * *
*

Press, pull, squeeze. Press, pull, squeeze.
Libby was
kneading dough for biscuits on the marble counter when two firm hands grabbed
her by the hips. She jumped and then smelled Mason’s aftershave as he pressed
his soft lips into her neck.

“Good morning,” he said as he nibbled her shoulder.

Liberty smiled as a chill worked up her spine. “Good morning.
Did you sleep well?”

“Amazing. Only problem was I went to bed with a gorgeous
woman and when I woke up this morning she was gone. Have you seen her?”