Page 5 of Curve Ball
“Come on, Dre. You don’t want me as a brother-in-law?” Jackson preemptively moves in between Andres and me, thinking his body would stop the fight. “I’d be so good to her.”
“I’m going to pretend like you aren’t talking about subtly deflowering my sister in front of me. You’re going through a tough time and you’re lashing out.” He moves Jackson out of the way and holds open his arms. “Do you need a hug, G? You wanna hug it out?”
I hold up my middle finger and push him back playfully. “Fuck off. I’m fine.”
All three of them go, “Oooh.”
“What?” I ask, looking at them as the elevator dings and the doors open to the garage. “It’s true. It’s taking me a minute to get back on my feet, but I’m going out, aren’t I?”
“That’s right and we’re gonna find you someone to bring home, and what do they say? Get back in the saddle?” Jackson chuckles. Andres rolls his eyes and Kai just shakes his head, laughing. We pile into Kai’s SUV and head out of the parking garage and hit the freeway toward Oakland.
Continental is packedas fuck tonight. Not only is the whole bachelorette group that Kai’s stepsister is a part of here, but it’s just busy anyway. I stick to the outside of the dance floor and near the main bar, just people-watching, mostly. Kai is busy with Isla, and I swear to God the sexual tension between the two of them is as tight as a rubber band. They need to just let go of whatever the hang-ups are and just fuck.
Jackson and Andres have some blond chick between them on the dance floor, but with the way they are eye-fucking eachother, it’s like she’s just there to fill a void. On my right, someone bumps into me, and the contents of my glass splash over the rim and onto my shirt. “Hey! Watch it.” I shout over the bump of the bass, the ice-cold liquid trickling down my chest.
I reach for a few napkins and unbutton a few more buttons and start dabbing at my chest. That’s when I feel like I’m being watched. Flicking my gaze up, I catch the prettiest pair of hazel eyes that I’ve ever seen. Her lips part and her tongue wets her bottom lip as I dab at my chest. I sneak a peek at the rest of her while she’s busy watching me clean myself up. At least five-eight, but then I see she’s in heels… maybe three or four inches, so more like five-five. Long black hair, with some wave to it, and she’s got curves for days. I pause as my eyes trail down and see the curve of her hips, thick thighs, and what looks like a perfect ass.
Such a pretty face too. Fuck.
Gracias, Dios.
“Don’t stop on my account,” she smirks. “I’m really enjoying you cleaning yourself up.”
“The first show’s free, Mama. The second imma need something from you in return.”
“Whatever you want, Papi.”
“How about your number?” I notice she has a hashtag on her sash for the bachelorette party, so I make a note of it.
“Mmm, I dunno.” She leans into me a little and she smells like heaven. Citrusy and notes of something soft, like a flower. It's gonna drive me insane. “I don’t make a habit of giving my number out to random men at the club.”
“Come on, Mama. Would it make you feel better if I told you my name?” I run my finger from her elbow up to her shoulder, goosebumps appearing as I go. “Then I wouldn’t be some random guy.”
“Adri—” She whips her head around and a redhead grabs hold of her arm. “Come with me to the bathroom.”
“Adri? That’s your name?” I ask, side-eyeing the cockblocking friend. “I’m Gael.”
“It’s Adri—” and her friend drags her by the arm before she can finish.
Fuck!
When she gets out of the bathroom, I’m getting her number. Something about her definitely has my interest piqued. Even if it’s just for a good fuck. Mama looks like she’d be a wild ride.
Just thinking about her riding me has me semi-hard.
I wait at the bar, hoping that she comes back over, but after ten minutes, I feel like I’ve lost my shot. Pulling out my phone, I open Instagram and type in the hashtag and find a bunch of pictures already posted. She’s in a bunch of pictures Isla posted and I put two and two together that they’re friends.
Well, maybe I haven’t lost my chance.
I click her profile and resist the urge to hit the follow button.Fuck, she’s gorgeous.Scrolling through all the pictures of her with Isla and other friends, her in bikinis at the beach, and photos of her with her family in Mexico.
I need to know more about this woman.
Just as I’m about to set out and find her, a text comes through.
Kai
Got Isla, we need to leave. Meet out front.
