Page 27 of Curve Ball
I let out a breath and, turning into the parking garage of his apartment, I realize I don’t have anything to wear to bed or for the appointment in the morning.Shit.I should’ve told him I needed to stop by my place first. But I have a feeling he would have thought that I was gonna run away again.
I’m not running anymore.
I want whatever this is.
Turning the car off, I sit there for a minute and just remind myself.I am worthy of love. There is nothing wrong with me and Gael wants me.The sound of a car door slamming shut echoes in the garage. In my side mirror, I watch as Gael comes betweenhis car and mine.Tap, tap, tap. The sound of his fingertips on my window turns my attention to him. I hit the unlock button, and he pulls the door open, reaching over to unbuckle me. “Let’s go, Mama.”
With my hand in his, he pulls me up and, with no hesitation, I lean in and kiss him. My teeth sink into his bottom lip and he groans, closing the car door and then pushing me up against it. Gael’s hands slide into my hair and anchor my mouth to his. “Keep that up, Mama, and I’ll fuck you right here. We’re no stranger to public sex.”
There is a small part of me that wants to egg him on, just so I can feel him inside me right now, but I want more. I want to be held in his arms, for him to take his time with me. I think he deserves more than a quickie between our cars.
I deserve more than that.
But there’s also the nagging feeling of guilt festering inside and I can’t hold it in anymore. “I’m sorry, Papi,” reaching up to caress his face, his stubble rough on my palms. “For running and shutting you out. For being scared. I hope you can forgive me for being so—” Gael cuts me off with another kiss.
“We’re past it. You wanna be with me, Adri?”
“Yeah,” I nod, “I really do.”
“You, me, and our baby—it’s gonna be okay. Understand? I’m in this, one hundred percent. Not just for them, Mama. For you too.”
“Yeah?” I sniffle, lip trembling. “For me?”
“Yeah,Hermosa. Now let's get upstairs.” Gael takes my hand and leads me to the elevator. Once we’re inside, staring at our reflection in the door, I speak up.
“I don’t have anything to wear for the appointment tomorrow. I can’t go in the same clothes I wore today.” I look down at my jeans and see the remnants of the pink dust from the baseball.
“Well, we can either leave early and stop by your place or you can wear some of my clothes. Not gonna lie, seeing you in my sweats might turn me on, though.” He smirks, and I swear I feel my heart drop straight to my pussy.
“I’m bigger than you, Gael.” I roll my eyes, feeling my cheeks heat.
In a split second, his hand is around my throat, pinning me to the back wall of the lift. “I’m six foot one, two hundred and ten pounds, but in the off-season, I’m more like two twenty because my mother and Tías feed me too much.No soy algún flaco de mierda, mama.I guarantee you’ll fit into my clothes.”
“Okay, Papi.” Submitting to him is the easiest thing I’ve ever done. The way his eyes never leave mine and say everything that he needs to say without speaking. It’s everything.
You’re beautiful.
Perfect.
Things I would never say to myself out loud.
The doors open and we don’t waste any time in getting inside the apartment. As soon as the lock engages, he spins me around, his eyes locked on mine as he sinks to his knees in front of me. What the fu?—
“Lift your shirt up, Mama. I need to talk to our baby.”
Do not cry right now, Adri. You fight these mother fucking hormones and keep it together.
It’s a losing battle within myself when I look down at him and so much… love is in his eyes. I cry softly as I lift the hem of my shirt and Gael scoots closer, unzipping my jeans and kissing every inch of my exposed stomach.
“We’re gonna speak Spanish to them, right Mama?” I nod, and he places his hands on either side of my stomach and says,.“Soy tu papá. Lo siento mucho no haber estado ahí cuando mamá se enteró de ti. Pero te prometo, no me voy a ninguna parte. No puedo esperar a verte mañana.”
Well, fuck.
Could he be any more perfect?
Standing there, tears streaming down my face, Gael looks up at me, his eyes filled with looks like a combination of love and burning desire. He stands up, his hands never leaving my body, and pulls me into a deep, passionate kiss. Our tongues collide, his fighting for dominance, exploring each other’s mouths with a hunger that has been building for what feels like an eternity.
“Let’s get you out of these clothes, Mama,” he murmurs against my lips, his hands already working on tugging my jeans down. I help him, kicking off my shoes and stepping out of my pants, leaving me in just my shirt, bra, and underwear. Quickly, I pull the shirt over my head and toss it aside. Gael’s eyes roam over my body, taking in every curve and stretch mark, especially the new ones that are forming, and I can see the raw hunger in his gaze.
