Page 54 of Throwing the Curve


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He placed his hand on her lower back and guided her out of the pub and onto the street. “My car is just down here.” He pointed to the lot down the block where he’d left it.

Stopping at his car, Ryan caged Peyton against the passenger door. He leaned in and kissed her. What was supposed to be a light peck quickly turned into something more carnal. When he pulled away, they were both breathing heavily. Ryan rested his forehead against hers. “I’ve been wanting to do that all night.”

A soft smile curved up the corner of her full lips. “What happened to casual?”

“This is definitely casual. My brain is only focused on fucking you and nothing else, trust me.”

Peyton’s deep, throaty chuckle pierced the night air. “Got ya. Casual monkey sex versus like planning a date or something awful like that.”

“Exactly.” He rested his elbow on the open car door beside her head. “So, you gonna come back to my place with me this time, or would you prefer we go to yours?”

“Kind of presumptuous of you to assume you’re getting sex, don’t you think?” she teased.

“What can I say? I’m an optimist.” He waggled his eyebrows. “I have great visualization skills and imagine the outcome I want.”

Peyton snorted out a laugh. “Oh well, god forbid your ability to visualize the outcome should fall short. Maybe you should tell me which location you’re gunning for.”

“I was thinking it’d be cool to have you at my place. I could drop you off on my way to the airport in the morning. If that works for you.”

“Wow, staying over that’s different.” Her eyebrows raised, then softened as she teased him.

“Don’t read anything into it, Peyton. It’s purely logistics.”

“Logistics?”

“Mmm hmm.” He leaned in and ran his tongue up the side of her neck. Enjoying the way her body trembled against him, he placed his mouth against her ear. “I plan to fuck you raw, and we’ll both be too tired to move.” The moan that escaped her lips instantly made him hard. “Purely logistics. I like to sleep in my own bed. This way I get to fuck you, roll over and go to sleep. Maximum pleasure, maximum rest. It’s win-win,” he told her.

She snorted out a laugh. “Alright, Romeo.” Peyton stood on her tiptoes, pressed a quick kiss against his lips, then ducked under his arm and slid onto the seat. “Let’s go.”

Ryan rounded the car and hopped into the driver’s seat. He pressed the button to turn the car on and the engine roared to life. Peyton’s blonde hair shone from the glow of the streetlights. “So, your day kind of sucked, I gather?”

Peyton blinked at him. “Wow, that was not the direction I expected this conversation to go.”

“No?”

“Not at all. I was expecting either sex talk or no talk.”

“Is that what you’d prefer?” he asked.

“Honestly?” she looked at him consideringly. “Not really. But I don’t want to cross into the friend zone here.”

“Ah fuck it, boundaries are for pussies. We both know what this is. It’s not like us having conversations is going to make me forget that neither of us honestly wants to date the other.”

“That’s true.” Peyton slid deeper into her seat. “You mind if I turn the seat warmer on?”

“Knock yourself out,” Ryan told her. Why someone would want a heated ass in the middle of summer was beyond him, but whatever worked for her. “So, what happened today that made you need to do your energy thing with Rayne?”

Peyton shifted and leaned her body partly against the door, so she was facing him. That was one thing he’d noticed about her, and he had to admit he really liked. When Peyton was talking to someone, she was one hundred percent engaged. Her focus was always on the person and nothing else, her phone was never out, she looked at you. In his experience, it was pretty unusual.

“Last night I ended up getting called to go down to the hospital for one of my kids.”

“Shit, is everything okay?”

“Not really no. The police couldn’t reach her mom, so she gave them my name as an emergency contact.”

“Is that something that happens a lot?” Ryan asked.

“Not really, no, but it happens. The kids that come to our program trust us. They know we’ll be there so—”

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