Dirty Curve

Fuck me, I need more.

I swoop her up, spin and drop us onto the bed, my palm gliding down to her ass and pushing her into me.

“This ass,” I groan, my left hand gliding up to tap at the edge of her ass cheek. “I’ve fucking dreamed about it, fucked myself fantasizing about it.” I bite at her lips and her eyes practically roll back in her head.

“Mine,” I whisper, forcing my tongue into her mouth and rolling into her, my muscles clenching.

All fucking mine.

Both of them.

My muscles freeze and I push up on one hand, darting my eyes toward the door, toward the little gray car seat, pink flowers dusting the top, a frilly white lace trimming the edges.

Slowly, I ease into a sitting position, Meyer’s pants loud and heavy at my side.

I push to my feet and make my way over to her and when I peek over the edge, Bailey’s blue eyes come up to mine.

And baby girl smiles, her little hands slapping at her sides in excitement, and when they come back up, she’s got a baseball in her hand, the toy one I bought for her a while ago.

My eyes go back to her mama, who sits up in the bed, lips swollen from my kiss and curved to one side.

Meyer gave her the little toy I bought her daughter, even when she was angry with me, because really, she wasn’t mad at me, she was mad at herself for daring to hope we were more than what she felt last night when sounds of another woman came from my room.

She said so herself, she didn’t mean to hope, and I understand what she was trying to say now.

Carefully unbuckling Bailey’s seat, I lift her into my arms and make my way back to Meyer.

Her eyes remain locked with mine as I lower the two of us onto the bed, gently setting Bailey in the middle of us. She instantly rolls over, pushing up on her hands and drooling all over the pillow, a high-pitched squeal following.

Meyer and I both laugh and look to each other once more.

Sorrow shines in her deep brown eyes, but I shake my head.

“You were right to assume,” I tell her, taking her face in my palm. “Because we aren’t just student and tutor, haven’t been for a long ass time as far as I’m concerned.”

She nibbles at the inside of her lip, eyes on me.

“I don’t know how the fuck last night turned into what it did, but it never should have happened. I wanted to get back here, and I was the first out the door, but then this thing with scouts popped up and ... I should have called you. I should have left when an hour went by and they never showed, but it didn’t and that won’t happen again.”

“I don’t expect you to—”

“Expect it,” I cut her off. “Whatever it is, expect it, want it, demand it even. There’s only one other person in this fucking world I allow to get in my head, but baby, you didn’t ask permission.” My lips curl into a smile. “Girl, you didn’t even want the spot, the way I remember it, but you stole it regardless.”

Her chuckle is soft and while her chin lowers, those eyes of hers stay on mine.

“Even if you didn’t, I’d have given it to you.” My eyes move between hers. “Let me be someone that matters to you, ‘cause, you matter to me, Tutor Girl. Both of you do.”

“You do matter, Tobias,” she whispers. “And that’s one of the hardest parts of this.”

Something warm spreads through my chest and I can’t fight the smirk that takes over.

“I put a ticket in your name yesterday for today’s game. Come. Watch me pitch.” I run my thumb along her jaw, my pulse punching against my ribs when she leans into my touch. “Be the reason I win today.”

Something flashes in her eyes, but she blinks it away, a light nod following. “Okay.”

My brows jump, my smile fucking wide. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“You’ll be there?”

“I said yes.” She laughs. “That means I’m coming.”

I groan, hop up and over the bed until I’m on my knees on the ground at her opposite side. I tug her toward me, take her lips again and nip at her when she playfully denies my tongue entrance. Tearing away, I grip my cock with my fist and raise a dark brow. “Next time you say I’m coming … you will be, so careful with your choice of words, Tutor Girl, or don’t be if you’re ready to jump right to it.”

I stand, and her attention snaps from where I’m fisting myself to my eyes, following me as I take backward steps away from her, my eyes clenched tight.

“What are you doing?”

“Replaying the taste of you, so when I step into that shower right now, I can get there quick.”