Page 143 of Curveball

“Alright, I’ll head up to my room. I don’t want to disturb your fun.”

Kam shakes her head. “You’re not disturbing us, Mama June. Bailey was just about to tell us what it’s like being with a man closer to your age.”

Mom smiles as if she’s remembering something. “I used to like older men too. Ripley’s father was older. Now I don’t like my men much older than me. I don’t want a man with saggy balls who needs Viagra to make me come.”

I shake my head. “Thanks for the overshare, Mom. How old was my father when you were with him?”

“Hmm. Let’s see. I was twenty, so that would have made him thirty-five.”

Kam wiggles her eyebrows. “Ooh. Fifteen years. Does that sound familiar, Bails?”

Bailey rolls her eyes.

I see Mom starting to leave the room but stop her. “Actually, Mom, we were just about to watch a reality show. We’re split on which one we’re watching. You can be the deciding vote.”

She nods. “Which shows? I don’t watch much reality TV.”

I answer, “I want to watchLove Is Blind.”

“What’s that?”

“A bunch of men and women date with a wall between them. For weeks. Then they propose, then they meet in person, then they decide if they want to get married.”

She scrunches her face. “That sounds ridiculous. Who would get engaged without having sex first, let alone not having even seen them? If you’re not physically compatible, what’s the point?”

Kam nods. “Itisstupid, and I agree. I want to watchToo Hot to Handle. They take the twenty most attractive, horniest people on the planet and tell them they can’t have sex. They pay them to not have sex for a few weeks, and those dumb fuckers can’t manage to do it. It’s hysterical.”

Mom smiles. “That sounds much more fun.”

Later that night,I hear Quincy walk in from his game just as I’m finishing my shower. He rushes into my bathroom, not considering that I’m naked in the shower. “Where’s Kaya? She’s not in the bassinet.”

Turning off the shower, I answer, “I thought it was time for her to try the crib tonight.” I point to the monitor. “I’ve been listening. She’s out cold. And do you mind? I’m showering.”

As if it’s just occurring to him that I’m naked, his eyes slowly drink in my body.

He immediately walks my way and opens the shower door with a towel in hand. “Allow me to dry you.”

He begins slowly running the towel down my body. I swear I almost have an orgasm from it. I’m starved for his touch.

He only dries my legs before standing to his full height and handing me the towel. “Your towel, princess.”

He’s so tempting. I know my body is flushing. It always does when he’s nearby.

He’s being patient and letting me control the pace of things, but a little animalistic Quincy wouldn’t be unwelcome right now.

He’s still standing close to me and I’m still naked. I can see the bulge in his sweatpants. I’m aching for it.

He rubs my cheek with the backs of his fingers. He breathes, “Can I kiss you?”

I wordlessly nod.

Uncaring that I’m getting his clothes all wet, he pins me to the tiled wall of the shower and proceeds to kiss the shit out of me. I can feel every hard ridge of his body against my soft one.

His thumbs brush across my hardened nipples before he begins to pinch and twist them in the way he knows I like.

His cock, though covered, is pushing hard against my center. Oh god, it feels good.

I swear the way he pinches my nipples is a direct line to my clit, which is throbbing. That, coupled with the pressure of his dick, has me quickly ascending the ladder toward ecstasy.

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