Home for Her Curves

by Sara Hazel

  Home for Her Curves

  Nixie Taylor

  Sara Hazel

  Home for Her Curves

  Sara Hazel and Nixie Taylor

  Copyright © 2020 Sara Hazel and Nixie Taylor

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  Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Epilogue

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  1

  Deacon

  She stares at me from the far sideline of the football field. Time and place cease to exist as I devour her curves. She stands around, looking bored, in a tight pink sundress that makes her look like a beacon of sexuality. There’s no way she’s still in high school, but if not, what’s she doing hanging around watching practice? Even the most dedicated girlfriends never did that when I played.

  The harsh coach’s whistle screeches nearby, cutting through my fog and dragging me back to the moment. I’m at Westside High School. My old football field. The ache in my knee reminds me that my playing days are through. Not from an injury on the field—no, I’d survived four years in the pros just fine—but from an explosive that nearly killed me in Afghanistan while I served there in the Army after my early retirement from football.

  I shake my head to clear away the memory. Six months has not been enough time, and I doubt six years will do the trick, either. I look back across the football field. The girl has noticed me staring at her. With a knowing smile, she waves her fingertips at me, reminding me that I must be twice her age.

  That finally kills the erection that’s been threatening to tear a hole in my pants for the last five minutes.

  I’m not in high school anymore. I should be settling down and making babies, according to my mom, not sleeping with groupies. If I had started a family along with most of my friends, I’d have my own kids old enough to attend high school.

  “Get the fuck away from my football field!” a painfully familiar voice shouts from a few yards down the sideline.

  Still staring at the girl in pink, I shake my head and say, “Good to see you again, Maxwell. What do you say we let bygones be bygones? I’m back in town for good after my medical discharge. If you’d like, I could teach these guys how to tackle.”

  I finally turn and look at my former best friend. We’d practically lived at each other’s houses since we first met in grade school up until fall our senior year of high school. He’d been the quarterback and I’d been the linebacker that led our team to a state championship game that final year.

  Our friendship ended that day. It’s complicated. Or at least, it had felt complicated at the time. I’d done something shitty to him, he’d responded violently. I’d hoped he’d be ready to forgive me by now, but as hard as he’s chewing the wad of gum in his mouth, it’s not looking likely.

  Much like the pain in my knee, the pain I’d caused him will never go away either.

  “Fuck off, Deacon. I can’t make you move out of town, but I can sure as hell keep you from being a bad influence on this team. Turn and walk, or I’ll call the cops on you for trespassing.”

  I suck in a deep breath and hold it for the count of five, and then slowly release it for another five seconds. A psychiatrist taught me the technique before my discharge had gone through. It comes in handy from keeping me from acting on my worst impulses.

  Eventually, I say, “Fine. I wish it could be another way. If you change your mind, I’m renting the place above O’Sweeney’s. Stop by anytime. I’ll throw some Buds in the fridge. It’ll be like old times.”

  “Anytime, huh?” He raises his eyebrows. “Will you be apologizing if I knock on that door?”

  I shake my head and turn toward the parking lot. I know my shrink will tell me to offer the olive branch, but he threw the first punch. I don’t have anything to apologize for.

  Move on to the next play, Coach always used to say.

  Until seeing Maxwell just now, I’d been able to do that for the most part. Why can’t he?

  I glance back over my shoulder, not looking for my old friend, but hoping to sneak one last peek at the girl in pink. She’s no longer there to tease me with her voluptuous curves and wicked smile.

  Probably for the best. I never really got along well with the cheerleaders and the groupie types who hang around high school football fields even when I was that age.

  What chance would I have with one now? Why would I want to deal with the judgmental looks anytime someone saw me with her?

  My body has very different opinions, though. For one night with that not-so-innocent face, and that stunning body, I’d be willing to tell the whole town to go to hell and figure out in the morning where things might go from there.

  Besides, it’s not like anybody around town is ever going to let me just slide back in and live my life as if nothing happened. I’ll always be the jerk who lost us the state championship and ended Maxwell’s promising career to everyone here.

  Why did I even come back?

  I should have moved my mom to a different state back when she was young enough for that kind of change. Another missed opportunity in a lifetime of them. I can’t leave her here by herself. I have no siblings and my dad died when I was in high school. I’m the only family she has left in New York. Her siblings are in California. She’s the only one who ever moved east. After she sacrificed to give me the opportunities that made me the man I am, it would be incredibly selfish to move away from her now.

  I glance around once more to try and spot the pink dress but still don’t see her.

  I should have smiled at her while I had the chance.

  Add it to the list.

  Molly

  Holy. Fuck.

  My dad would kill me if he knew the thoughts I’d had while staring at that hunk on the other side of the football field.

  Jesus. Christ. I’m going to need to run home and change my panties before I let Billy take me to the movies later. I’ll probably need to do more than that when I have myself naked back in the privacy of my bedroom with the door locked so my dad can’t make one of his surprise inspections again to make sure I’m not smoking pot.

  Dad’s so painfully horrible.

  I can’t wait until I can afford to move out. That’s why I’m skipping college and working at the mall.

  Billy buys anything I want. Dad buys anything I need. So I’m able to save up all my money right now. A few more months, and I’ll be able to move out on my own. If I get lucky and get promoted to store manager, I might not even need a roommate. Whatever it takes to get a little damn privacy. I’m not a baby anymore, no matter what my crabby-ass dad thinks.

  The man is staring at me again. I’ve never seen him before, and everyone in Willow Hills knows each other. He must be from out of town.

  Fresh meat.

  I giggle at the thought. It’s not like I’ve had any meat. Thanks to my old man’s controlling ways, I’m still an innocent virgin.

  That’s another thing that will change as soon as I move out of his house.

  I wink at the
stranger. I’ll happily let it happen even sooner if the hunk is willing to take me back to his apartment or even under the bleachers.

  Not that it will ever happen. The guy’s probably not even really looking at me. None of the boys do. I feel like I have the curves that I know guys are looking for, but I must have too many of them or something.

  Still, he is fresh meat.

  I stand tall—well, as tall as anyone five foot two can stand—and pull back my shoulders, hoping to seduce him with my full breasts.

  I wiggle my fingers playfully at him, doing my best to tease him, but he barely notices me because of the conversation he’s having with my boring dad.

  I’ve got to try a different tact. I hurry down the sideline and out into the parking lot. I recognize all the cars except for one, a pickup truck that looks older than me. It’s got a few touches of rust but is otherwise in good condition. I hurry over to it and lean against the driver’s side door, waiting for my destiny to arrive.

  His face is full of thunder clouds as he storms toward me. He has a slight limp on his left knee, but other than that, he’s pure power, his fists balled and ready to take on the world.

  When he notices me, he pulls up abruptly, several feet from his truck.

  “Get away from there, little one. Now is not the time.”

  I stay pressed against the hot metal. I’d prefer to be pressed against him, but I’ll have to take baby steps to get there.

  “What time would be better?” I ask. “Should I sneak out at midnight and come find you? Will you be asleep, waiting for me to straddle you, or pacing your living room, waiting for me to arrive so you can press me up against the wall and take me?”

  Several seconds pass as he seems to struggle against a war of emotions. It makes me feel powerful, knowing that at least some small part of him desires me.

  Eventually, he says, “I don’t date little high school kids.”

  I bounce on the balls of my feet. “Perfect. Me neither. Name’s Molly. I graduated last summer. What do you got to say about that?”

  I blow a bubble. It makes a loud smack when it pops.

  My heart stops as he closes the distance between us and puts his huge hands on my shoulders. “Listen, you’re a cute girl, but ask anybody in town, and they’ll tell you I’m a bad man.”

  If he’s trying to turn me off, he’s failing miserably. My entire body tingles at his rough voice and dangerous words.

  As if I weigh no more than a feather, he moves me to the side and disappears into his pickup.

  “Hey!” I protest. “Where are you going?”

  “Home. I’ve got something urgent I need to handle.”

  Just before he slams the door, I notice the outline of his dick straining against his pants.

  It’s huge and hard, and I’m pretty sure I made that happen.

  Holy. Fuck.

  2

  Deacon

  I pace back and forth across my tiny studio apartment above the bar. Another frustration in a long line of them today has me angry as hell. The house I’m having built is a month behind schedule. Until it’s done, I’m stuck in this little dump.

  Even worse, I’m regretting my decision to move back to my hometown after sinking so much money into building my custom dream house on the edge of town.

  I’d hoped to rekindle my friendship with Max and maybe help out as an assistant coach. I’d even dreamed of us winning that state championship we’d been so close to as kids.

  I should’ve known Max would reject me. He always has been a stubborn ass.

  But those problems are only fleeting thoughts amidst my more pressing concern.

  All I can focus on is Molly. Those hips, those eyes, those fuckable lips.

  I’ve been hard as a rock since our encounter in the parking lot. Pacing hasn’t done a thing to relieve the discomfort. Only one thing will soothe me, and she isn’t here.

  I tear out of my clothes and toss them around the living room. Heading straight to the bathroom, I turn on the shower, setting it as cold as possible. My body flinches against the assault, and after five minutes freezing my ass off, my erection still hasn’t diminished one bit.

  She and that body-hugging pink dress will haunt my dreams for many nights to come.

  Until I make her mine.

  The thought jars me. It’s not a surprise that I want her, but I can’t believe I’ve already decided I’m going to follow through with it. She will be mine. The town can frown and say “oh my” and clutch their pearls as often as they like as long as Molly shares my bed and my life.

  Jesus Christ.

  I’ve never been interested in settling down before. What kind of hold does this woman have over me?

  I turn off the water and quickly dry myself. My dick is still hard as a rock. I consider jacking off, but I want the next time I come to be in Molly. My dick twitches as I ponder whether to take her mouth or her pussy first.

  I sigh in frustration. I have no idea where she lives. I don’t know her last name. My only hope of finding her will be to ask around town and weather the withering stares as people wonder why I’m searching for a much younger girl.

  I need a crowd. Somewhere I can immerse myself in lots of noise and hopefully survive tonight without going crazy while I come up with my plan to win her over.

  I won’t go downstairs to the bar. The last thing I need is to get drunk right now. I don’t do well controlling my anger when I’ve been drinking. The last thing I want to do is get myself thrown in jail before I find Molly again.

  The movie theater.

  When I was a kid, I spent many nights watching movies there to avoid arguments with my parents. Hopefully, the cinema can work its magic for me once more.

  I walk across town rather than drive, hoping it will help me clear my head. It doesn’t work. When I reach the theater, I buy a ticket to the next show without even looking at the title. It doesn’t matter. I won’t be focused on the show. Molly will haunt my thoughts for the next two hours. But at least I won’t do anything stupid.

  I settle into a seat in the middle of the back row. Slouching down so nobody notices me, I wait for the show to begin.

  A group of teenagers is seated in the row in front of me. Immediately, the glare of their cell phones cuts through the darkness as the movie starts. They giggle, shush each other, and then giggle some more, but they never do put their phones away.

  If I cared about the movie, I’d give them a piece of my mind. Instead, I do my best to ignore their antics.

  After a few minutes, one of the girls jerks to her feet and shouts down at the guy sitting next to her. “Stop it! I said no. I’m not going to suck your dick in the movie theater.”

  She turns to leave, but the jackass grabs her by the wrist.

  One thing I won’t stand for is a guy treating his girlfriend like shit. But this one is going to get a little special treatment.

  The wrist he’s grabbed belongs to Molly.

  Molly

  The only reason I agreed to go out with Billy and his friends was that I knew he’d pressure me for sex if we stayed in at his parents’ house since they are away on vacation. At least with the protection of our group, I expected him to behave a little bit.

  I should have known better.

  While everyone else is giggling and settling down as the movie starts, Billy whips out his dick and pulls my hand onto it.

  “Gross,” I whisper angrily at him. “Put away that little wimpy little hot dog.”

  He laughs at my disgust. “Come on, baby. Just give me a quick BJ and we’ll call it even.”

  “What do you mean even?” I ask even though I already know. The cheap bastard buys me one movie ticket and a small bucket of popcorn and he thinks he owns my body because of it.

  He nods at the bucket in my lap. “I’m gonna take it back if you don’t put out.”

  He’s trying really hard to make it sound like he’s joking, but there’s definitely truth to his words.

  I scowl
at him, trying to decide if he’s really that big of an asshole or just pulling my leg.

  He tries to pull my hand onto his dick again.

  Question answered.

  “Stop it! I said no. I’m not going to suck your dick in the movie theater.”

  Instead of looking embarrassed, Billy looks pissed that I called him out in front of our friends. I’m actually worried he’s going to do something stupid like slap me.

  Before he gets a chance, though, the guy sitting in the row behind us grabs Billy’s wrist. Based on the pained expression on Billy’s face, the guy has a mean grip.

  “Lay one hand on her and you’ll answer to me.”

  Billy, showing more of a spine than I expected out of him without the rest of the football team to protect him, puffs out his chest. Considering his head doesn’t even reach the guy’s shoulders, even I start to feel a little bad for the pounding he’s about to take.

  “What’re ya? Her dad?” Billy asks with a sneer.

  When the film brightens, I can make out the stranger’s face. It’s the hot guy from the football field. I want to die of embarrassment at throwing myself at him earlier, but the way he’s ignoring Billy and devouring my body with his eyes makes me wonder if something’s changed for him.

  “Let’s just say I’m her guardian angel,” he says, his voice a low rumble that should make Billy back down.

  It’s definitely having a reaction on my body, too. Just like back at the football field, I need this stranger like a fish needs water.

  “This guy your boyfriend?” he asks me. His voice is gravel. He clearly doesn’t like Billy one bit.