The Curve Ball - Samantha Lind Page 0,39

creamer to the top.

“Maybe in a minute or so. I’ll let her finish the bottle,” he tells me.

“Did you want to take separate cars so that you can leave from the appointment and go straight to practice?” I ask.

“That’s okay; I can drive the two of you there. Like I said last night, Coach won’t have any issues if I have to sit today out. I already shot him a text that I’ve got to take her to the doctor this morning and I didn’t know if I’d be there. I don’t want to miss anything they tell us.”

“Okay.”

Eleven

Justin

I watch Riley from across the kitchen as she sips from her coffee cup. She looks so relaxed, but also sexy as hell in her shorts and tank top. It might just be my favorite shirt of hers that she’s worn around me so far. It’s cut just low enough to show off the very top swells of her breasts, but not so much cleavage that it is trashy or off-putting. The way that her waist nips in and her hips flare out have some dirty thoughts running a constant loop in my mind of how they’d be the perfect place for me to hold on while I pound into her from behind. Her ass looks like it would make the ideal place to grip or spank while I’m balls deep, as well.

“JJ!” Riley says my name, snapping her fingers not far from my face. “Did you hear me?” I look up at her, standing just in front of me now instead of across the room where she just was a few seconds ago.

“Yeah, sorry. I zoned out there for a few seconds. What were you saying?”

“You should probably go get ready, we need to leave soon.”

“Right,” I tell her, standing up and grabbing my coffee cup to take to the sink. “Here, can you take her?” I ask, holding up a sleepy Evie to her. She easily transfers Evie to her arms, making sure she’s settled nicely. I look down at my daughter, sleeping peacefully against Riley's chest, and I can’t believe it, but I’m fucking jealous of my own daughter. Her head is centered right between Riley’s breasts, Evie’s ear is against Riley’s chest, and I’m sure she’s listening to her heartbeat as she sleeps there so peacefully.

I force myself to turn away from the two of them, heading for my bedroom. I drop the shorts I pulled on when I got up this morning, heading straight for the shower. I’ve had a permanent hard-on since Riley has been around, and this morning is no different.

I flip on the shower, leaving the temperature on the cold side. It doesn’t really do much for my situation, it just makes me fucking cold, so before long I crank it up until it’s almost scalding. I lather the soap on my chest, making sure not to miss an inch of my skin. As I make my way down my body, my cock stirs once again, and with a soap-covered hand, I slide my palm down my shaft. It hardens at the friction as my palm slides from the root to the tip. I give myself a few pulls before I move on to wash the rest of my body. Once I’m all rinsed off, my cock is still begging for a release, so I plant my right hand against the wall and allow my left to stroke up and down my shaft. I circle around the head, giving it a little extra tug. Thoughts of Riley flood my mind. She’s all that fills my spank bank these days. That kiss from last night is filling a good part of my fodder. I think about what her lips felt like. How pillowy soft they were. How perfect it felt to be kissing her and have her body pressed up against mine. When our lips collided, it was like an axis inside me shifted that I never knew wasn’t aligned correctly.

I can feel my orgasm starting to tingle at the base of my spine, so I increase the speed of my strokes. My head falls forward and I think of licking Riley’s pussy, bringing her to an orgasm as my own releases, spraying on the tile wall of my shower. I stroke myself through my orgasm, letting my body empty all of it. I’m sated and spent, but know I can’t slack off. We’ve got to get going soon, so I grab the removable shower