Curveball(13)

Watching as the cars take off, tires screeching and smoke filling the air in their wake, a rush of adrenaline shoots through me. I can see why Donna finds this so exciting because the thrill of not knowing who will win and if the cops might roll through at any moment brings a smile to my face, filling me with giddy, nervous anticipation.

After the black Mustang crosses over the finish line with several cars on its tail, the race ends with a girl holding up a flag to wave each car through. A man stands off to the side with a stopwatch in hand, calling out the numbers to the twenty-something boy next to him, who jots them down on a clipboard. Considering they could get into a ton of trouble for this, they seem at ease and way too relaxed…until the sound of police sirens off in the distance move closer.

Panicked, I turn to face Donna, my eyes widening, desperate for her to give me some form of advice.

Instead, she yells, “Run!”

We take off down the street, our feet slapping the pavement and our arms interlocked so that we don’t lose each other in the crowd. By the time we round a corner, I don’t even bother to pay attention to the street signs, getting completely lost in the chaos. Donna calls out to me as a large man and two of his friends barrel past us, the force of their movements pulling us apart, each of us going in different directions.

Unable to see Donna or find my way back to her, I allow the sea of screaming people to carry me further away from the sound of cop sirens. Eventually breaking free from them, I run as fast as my feet will allow, out of breath and unsure of the direction I am going.

It’s not until I hear the rumble of an engine alongside me that I look over my shoulder, shocked to see the window of a black Mustang rolling down.

Mark reaches across the passenger seat to get my attention. “Teach?” He sounds surprised. “Is that you, baby?”

I stroll over to his car and bend down, so we are facing. “What are you…” Hesitating, I try to find the words, but they fail me. “You were the driver racing earlier?”

“Don’t sound too surprised. I have lots of hidden talents.”

I roll my eyes. “Of course you do.”

Mark hits the lock button and pushes the door open. “Get in before you freeze to death.”

Once I’m inside, I lean forward and rub my hands together in front of the vents, soaking in the heat. “We need to get out of here. I ran from the cops. They’re probably still around.”

“Just sit back and relax.” He flashes a smirk, his hand resting on the shifter, and then we’re moving so fast, I have to hold on to the door handle.

The engine growls as we fly down the vacant street, lit only by dim streetlamps. When I peek over at the speedometer, my mouth opens in shock, as I see we’re doing eighty miles per hour. I should be scared, or at least I think I should be afraid, but I’m so turned on by the sight of Mark behind the wheel of this car.

I remove my gloves and reach over to run my fingers through his spiky auburn hair that has a little gel in it tonight. He glances at me for a split second and licks his lips as he changes gears, taking the ramp to get onto I-95. Moving my fingers from his hair, I travel down his neck, run my hand over his chest, and feel something thick inside his hoodie.

I sit up on my knees and take his ear in my mouth to suck on. “Are you just happy to see me, or do you have something inside your pocket?”

He grins and plants a soft kiss on my lips, his eyes still on the highway. “I’m happy to see you all right. I got a hard-on that won’t fucking quit and a wad of cash. Why don’t you give me a hand with one of them?” Mark peels my hand from his chest and moves it over the bulge in his jeans.

I pull down his zipper and free his massive erection from his boxers, giving him a few strokes. “Can you still drive like this?”

“Let me handle the driving, and you worry about fitting my cock in your mouth.” He tips his head lower, as if indicating that I’d better get to work, with the same arrogant look on his face that made me want to take him home the first time we met.

Licking the tip to tease him, I look up at Mark, and he makes the sexiest grunting sound as he leans his head back against the headrest. I love that he has one eye on the road and the other on me as I take him in my mouth until I can feel him in the back of my throat. With my hand still wrapped around him, I pump faster, my movements perfectly timed with one another.

“Fuck, Teach.”

His body trembles, making me work harder because I know he’s about to come. Once he fills my mouth, I swallow and sit back in my seat.

A few satisfied noises later, he peeks over at me, and says, “Good girl.”

My panties were already wet from sucking him off, and he had to say those words to me. I practically melt into the leather seat, wishing he’d pull over and give me what I’d been craving since he left my apartment.





Chapter Six





Olivia





When I open the double doors to the lecture hall on Monday morning, students are crowded in the aisles, chatting among themselves, completely oblivious that I am their new professor.

At thirty years old, I can pass as a student, no problem. They assume I am one of them, not even fazed when I tell them to take their seats. Instead, they laugh and continue their conversations, as if I didn’t even exist.

“Welcome!” I say loud enough. I know the students can hear me because some of them turn around in their chairs while others glance in my direction but then continue to ignore me. “Excuse me. Can I have your attention?”