Dirty Curve

by Meagan Brandy

the hard-on that came out of fucking nowhere, uninvited, yet painfully present.

“I’m wondering why I want to fuck you all of a sudden, and why all you ever do is try real hard to get away from me.”

“Don’t worry, Daddy

“I couldn’t forget our night together if I tried.”

“And believe me, I’ve tried.”

She’s fire, I know it, and call me a fuckin’ pyro ‘cause, goddamn if I don’t crave the flame.

“Table for one or is your date coming?”

“Nah, she couldn’t make it.” I shrug, bringing myself closer to her. “She’s working at this little burger joint in town.”

“Thank you, for tonight and for ... the nights I didn’t know you were there.”

“Go feed your girl, little mama.”

I’ll be back to feed mine.

I’m fucking aching. For her. For this. For us.

“Let me be someone that matters to you, ‘cause, you matter to me, Tutor Girl. Both of you do.”

“Next time you say I’m coming … you will be, so careful with your choice of words, Tutor Girl, or don’t be if you’re ready to jump right to it.”

I’m not her student anymore, she said. Well, so fucking what? I’m her man. She’s my girl. And Bay ...

‘Cause, fuck me, I’m pretty sure my heart is actually breaking.

I shouldn’t have fallen in love with him. But I did, knowing all along nothing could ever come of it.

To allow Tobias to love me would be selfish, because I would be taking away someone else he loves, and that’s wrong.

He doesn’t deserve to feel betrayed by everyone in his life, and I know that’s exactly what would happen, so it’s...

Because there’s no other option, and since there can be no winner here, I’ll happily be the bad guy if it saves him the least bit of sorrow. No matter what, we both lose a little...

“Do you love me?”

“It’s not that simple.”

“Do. You. Lov...

“Yes.”

That’s it. That’s all. Mine.

It doesn’t make much sense, yet it makes perfect fucking sense. No amount of this girl will ever be enough. I’ll forever want more. Need more. Crave more.

Of her. Of this. Of us. That’s never going to change. I knew it weeks, maybe even months ago. Meyer belongs to me. Period.

He has no photos on his wall of Meyer. Has never spoken of her. Never even hinted about having a family. All he cares about is his job, his career. Baseball isn’t just all he has, it’s all he is. I wanted to be him. I will never be a damn thing like him.

“I’m not your son,” I repeat. “And I don’t want to be treated like one by a coward of a man who looks after his team more than he does his own family.”

I never knew a heart could truly ache. I thought that was something people said. I was wrong. It’s real. It’s fucked.

“You…”

“Are our son, and you have become a man any father or mother would be honored to call theirs. You’re going to show that bastard what that means. You’re going to get back in that truck and you’re going to go do what you were born for, son. You’re going to show the world what you’re made of, and then you’re going to show him the same. And while you do, we’ll be there. Me and your mama.” He swallows, his voice cracking. “Whatever you need, whatever you want, whatever you do. We’ll be right there. Always. No matter what.”

They’ll be there. My parents. They’ll be here for me. They believ...

I can do this. For them. For her. For me. I will fucking do this.

“What are you doing here?”

“I came for my girls.”

“My life.”

“My future.”

My wo...

“Nothing I could ever do and nowhere I could ever go will ever mean a damn thing if I don’t have my girls to come home to. I want you by my side when the call comes...

“From here, no matter what happens, we work through it together. It’s the three of us, now and forever.”

Months ago, I had no clue what to call the Playboy Pitcher, the hotshot athlete of Avix U. But now I do and it’s my favorite label of all. Mine.