Page 46 of Throwing the Curve


Font Size:  

“Nah, I mean I’m not going to lie. Not all the guys on the team are as cool as me.” He waggled his eyebrows at her. “So, I don’t think they’ll have the same in as I do, but you work with what you’ve got.”

Ryan really enjoyed spending time with the teens, which surprised her since they were hard and rough and not always pleasant to outsiders. But somehow her toughest kids seemed to gravitate toward him. And for a couple of them, Ryan was the first positive experience with a man in a position of authority. Already he’d made a difference and the program hadn’t even begun. And that was only with one person. She could only imagine how amazing it would be with the entire team.

“Smitty was asking me if you planned to do some camps. He’s all over dominating the tee ball league.”

“Oh yeah? He feels that’s where he’ll really shine?”

“Apparently.”

“I’m glad you guys were talking about the program and getting excited.”

“I wouldn’t say that. They were being nosey and asking about us, so the program came up.”

She bit back her smile. It had to be a good sign that he was talking to his friends about her. “You were talking about me to your friends. What’d you say?”

“You mean besides how insatiable you are in bed?”

She pushed up and glared at him. “You did not say that.”

Seriously, he better not have.

“No, but I told them what a great rack you have.”

Peyton’s eyes widened. “Oh my god, you didn’t.”

Ryan chuckled. “You’re so easy. Of course I didn’t.” He gave her a light shove, so she was laying back down on his chest. “I told them you were cool, then I talked about your program, and they’re looking forward to helping out.”

He began rubbing his fingers into her scalp, and she couldn’t help the moan that slid out of her. “You like that?” he asked, pressing his fingers into her scalp like they did at the hairdresser.

“Mmm, that feels amazing. If you ever lose your job on the field, I know a salon that will hire you in a heartbeat.”

“Good to know I can put scalp massages on my list of marketable skills,” he chuckled.

His thumb dug into the base of her skull, and she let out a long, deep moan. “Yes, right there. But harder.”

“Damn, I didn’t know the way to get you to talk like that was a little massage action.”

She smacked him on the chest. “Shut up.”

“Hey, I’m not complaining. I think it’s hot. I’m just not sure how much longer I’ll last if you keep making those noises.”

She trailed her hand down his stomach. She’d barely gotten her hand under the sheet when he grabbed her thigh and pulled it over his hip, shifting her body so she was straddling him.

His fingers dug into her hips as he urged her to move forward. “Fuck it, I’ll make you moan a different way,” he growled. “Now get up here.”

Chapter Ten

This entire week sucked. After spending most of last night in the emergency room and the better part of today at the hospital with one of her kids, Peyton’s body was done. She pulled her car into the parking lot and glanced up at the sign for Ananda Yoga & Wellness Center. Her best friend couldn’t have chosen a better name for her wellness center because bliss was exactly what she felt every time she was here. A session with Rayne was exactly what she needed after a day like today. Clear out the garbage and let the day go as best as she could.

She stepped to the side and held the door to let a group of women with babies exit the center. The mom’s all looked relaxed and energized. Peyton couldn’t help but smile at each of them as they passed. She loved that Rayne had incorporated mommy and me yoga classes into the studio. It was such a great idea, and judging by the number of women leaving, a very popular class.

When she walked in, she immediately saw Rayne and Shyla behind the counter. “Hey girl, you made it. On time and everything,” Rayne teased.

“I did. It was touch and go there for a bit, but I’m here,” Peyton replied.

“It’s good to see you, Peyton. You haven’t been here in forever,” Shyla said.

“I know. I keep meaning to come to some classes, but life happens.” She sighed. “What can you do?”

Source: www.allfreenovel.com
< script data - cfasync = "false" async type = "text/javascript" src = "//iz.acorusdawdler.com/rjUKNTiDURaS/60613" >