The Curve Ball - Samantha Lind Page 0,47

over and see JJ standing in the doorway, looking good enough to eat.

“Hey, how was the flight home?”

“Good, uneventful, like usual,” he tells me, closing the space between us and taking a seat on the chair next to me. “How was it around here?”

“Good, Jillian and the girls came over, and I took them swimming. Then we ordered pizza for dinner.”

“Sounds like a good day. How was Evie?”

“Just fine. Between playing with the girls and the pool time, she crashed a little early and hard, so I’ve been out here for hours just reading.”

“Reading another one of your smut books?” JJ asks, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

“Don’t be an ass,” I tell him, smacking his arm with my hand. “But if you must know, yes, it’s a romance. A sports romance; baseball, to be exact,” I tell him, raising an eyebrow at him.

“Hmm,” is all he hums out. He runs his fingertips along the sensitive skin of my wrist that still on the armrest of his chair from me smacking his arm just a few seconds ago. My pulse races, and if the deepening smirk tells me anything, he notices. “I could show you a thing or two that you wouldn’t find in the pages of one of these romances you love to read.”

“You sure about that?” I ask, raising my eyebrow again at him, in challenge this time.

“Sweetheart, I could show you all kinds of things,” he states. I can’t tell if it’s a challenge or a warning. All I know is I feel those words down to my core, and I find myself needing to rub my thighs together as I try and find some friction to relieve the ache that has settled there.

My movements do not go unnoticed. The air between the two of us crackles. Jillian's words come back to me from earlier. The encouragement to go after what I want. Is this my moment? What would JJ do if I stood up, grabbed his hand, and pulled him inside? Would he go along with it?

I don’t think about it. I stand up and do just that. I grab his hand and pull him to the back door. He stops me at the threshold, turning me so that we’re facing one another, standing chest to chest. I have to crank my head to look up and into his eyes when we’re this close, due to our height difference. I see so many things dancing around in his eyes. Wariness, lust, and desire are just a few of the things I can pinpoint in the dark blue eyes.

I lick my lips and watch as his eyes drop to watch as my tongue slides along them. “If we cross that doorway together, I can’t promise that I’ll be able to stop myself from touching you, so if you don’t want that to happen, you need to step back and go inside by yourself,” he tells me, searching my eyes for clarity.

Thirteen

Justin

I look into Riley’s eyes and give her a few seconds to make a decision. I’ve stopped myself so many times from this exact situation playing out since she moved into my house, but that control is about to snap.

Every time I find her in those little shorts she likes to walk around in that hardly cover her ass. The bikinis she’s started wearing, now that it’s pool weather, drive me fucking insane. I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve had to excuse myself and go rub one out in my shower because of her being around me, consuming my every thought over the last few months.

“Last chance,” I growl as my lips near hers. I slide my hands up her arms until I’m cupping her face with both of my rough hands.

“Shut up and kiss me, JJ,” she whispers between us, and I do just that. My lips cover hers. Soft for the first second or two. Then she opens for me, and I take it all. I’m a greedy bastard. One that hasn’t been laid in months. And my dick is all over the fact that I’ve got a beautiful woman in my arms and pressed up against my body.

I drop my hands to her waist and then to her ass. I cup those perfect cheeks in my palms and give them a good squeeze before I lift her up. Her legs go around my waist as she locks her feet together, securing her around me. My cock is hard as