Imperfectly Real (A Series of Imperfections) by A.E. Woodward Read Free Book Online

conscious kept trying to break through the moment, reminding me that the situation was wrong and that I should stop, but I pushed my morals aside and ignored it. Elizabeth fervently began undoing my belt, her face flushed with the heat of the moment. She pushed my pants down and paused. “Um, do you have something?” she asked, completely breathless.
    I felt slightly deflated. I’d hoped she was on the pill or something. But of course she’d want to be protected regardless. She was married, and probably worried about STDs—of which I had none. I pulled out my wallet and opened it for her to see. I felt somewhat ashamed that I was so well prepared for moments like this, but she’d obviously expected nothing less. She grabbed the foil package and smiled as she handed it to me. I had her perched on my knee against the wall, when I heard the door fly open. I put my finger to my lips, urging her to remain quiet.
    Much to my dismay, I heard an all too familiar voice.
    Shane Strout, official cock blocker since 2001. The kid had been my voice of reason one too many times.
    “I can’t find them anywhere!” he yelled franticly.
    “I left them with you, dude,” Rob muttered, obviously annoyed that his night had been interrupted by our little disappearing act.
    I was disheartened hearing their voices. My head fell onto Elizabeth’s shoulder and I sighed. Shane and Rob were on the other side of the door—Emma had most likely sent them in search of her sister. They were probably worried about the small town gal in the city. I couldn’t blame them, they had every right to be worried about her, because she was about to make a big mistake. I was considering giving up, walking away from her. We shouldn’t have been doing it anyway. I picked my head up to let her know that I’d changed my mind but just seeing the broken look on Elizabeth’s face I knew she needed this, and I needed to finish what I started—morals be damned. I wanted her to get what she wanted, even if it meant she was using me. She was just looking to be loved again. She was lonely and I wasn’t going to let her be alone—at least not in that moment. So, I did the only thing I could think of. I gave them a diversion.
    “I’m right here, you shitheads,” I called out from the stall. Elizabeth nuzzled into my neck, and I stifled a moan. I needed to get rid of them. Quick.
    “Where the fuck have you been?” Shane questioned, stopping just outside of the stall. I was thankful Elizabeth already had her legs wrapped around me, so at least he couldn’t see her feet.
    “Well, obviously I had to go to take a shit.” I shared a smile with Elizabeth as she subdued a drunken giggle. “Is that okay with you?” I teased.
    “Well where’s Liz?” he called.
    I looked to her for some sort of help on this one. She shrugged in response, leaving me to my own lying devices. “I don’t know.” My breath hitched as she returned to kissing my neck, clearly enjoying this more than I ever thought she would. In fact, I was beginning to think Elizabeth Sloan was sort of a minx. “She said something about getting the drinks. Why don’t you and Rob go check the bar? I’ll meet you back out there in a few.”
    “Alright,” I listened to Shane and Rob walk out the bathroom, the door slamming behind them.
    Elizabeth and I immediately picked up where we’d left off—still having enough liquid courage. We devoured each other, our clothes still half on. With each heated moment that passed, her skirt pushed up farther and farther. Despite the ecstasy of the moment, my eyes caught sight of black ink on her hip and needless to say I was shocked.
    “I didn’t know you had a tattoo …” I breathed as my lips brushed her neck again. I was impressed. I hadn’t taken her for the tattoo kind.
    Her nails dug into my back and I winced with complete ecstasy. “There are a lot of things you don’t know about me, Tyler Johnston,” she moaned.
    I was curious so my hand pushed