Curvy Ride: An Age Gap Romance (Men of Valor MC) Hope Ford (robert munsch read aloud txt) 📖

Still not understanding, I look at her, trying to figure it out.

Her face turns red, but she continues, “I’m your exact opposite. Well, I’m smart... but I’m fat, I’m more of a nerd...”

But before she can get another word, I’ve pulled her to me as I fall backward on the bed and pull her over top of me. “You’re not fat. Don’t say that.”

Her hands go to my shoulders, and she tries to push off me, but my hands are cupping her ass, keeping her right where she’s at. “I am fat. I’m just stating facts. I’m not upset about it or anything.”

I pull her in and tuck her against my groin. I know it’s crude, but I don’t care. My cock is hard in my shorts, and it’s all because of her. “I think you’re perfect, Addi. You’re everything I want.”

I lift my hips and push further into her. “Don’t give up on me when we’re just getting started.”

It takes a little more convincing, but I finally convince her to stay. And after another two orgasms, I doubt she regrets it.

I know I’m right. She’s definitely the one, and nothing’s going to stop me from making her mine. Not now, Not ever.

6

Addison

I wake with a jolt and stare around the room. It hits me suddenly that I’m in Ice’s bed, and it’s his warm body that is plastered to my back side. I close my eyes tight, images of last night moving through my head. I did more with Ice last night than I’ve ever been comfortable doing before. He destroyed all of my inhibitions until I felt completely wanton and acted like a hussy. I can feel my face heat at all the sexual positions he had me in.

I reach for my phone on the edge of the nightstand and it’s almost five a.m., just a few minutes before my phone alarm is set to go off. I open the alarm app and cancel it before pulling myself to the edge of the bed as easily as I can.

As I move to get up, I can feel in every muscle of my body exactly what I did last night. I’m sore in places I didn’t even know I could be sore in.

I take a minute to stare down at him, trying to commit him to memory. I know who I am. I’m the fat girl, the one that gets the broken heart in the end, and I’m not going to let it happen this time. Ice is not something I can recover from. So instead of waiting for him to walk away, I’m going to be the one doing the walking.

I gather my clothes that are strewn all across the floor, and with one last look at Ice, I get dressed in the living room, sneak out the door, and tiptoe down the steps into his shop. Luckily, there’s no one around at this time of the morning. I walk out the door, making sure to lock it on my way out and immediately see Patriot, who’s parked next to my car.

I can feel the heat rush through my body. I’m not embarrassed by what I did with Ice, but there’s definitely a tinge of the walk of shame when his buddy is sitting on his bike, smirking at me. He doesn’t say a thing to me, just nods. I tell him good morning and get into my car. I don’t even attempt to tell him not to follow me. I completely forgot about telling Ice to stop having Patriot follow me.

As soon as I’m home, I shower, dress, and wrap a scarf around my neck to hide all the marks on my flesh from our lovemaking. Even though its been unseasonably warm, no one will think anything of me wearing a scarf around my neck. Ice left marks on me like he wanted the world to know I was taken, and just thinking that way causes me to tremble.

I carry out a chocolate chip muffin for Patriot, and he follows me to school. I really need to talk to Ice about that. I hate wasting Patriot’s time.

I no sooner get my things put away in my classroom than I head outside to work my shift in the car line. I’m waving at parents and opening doors for the younger kids when I hear a motorcycle way before I see it. My stomach tightens into knots, wondering if it can be Ice. Surely not. When I left, he was sound asleep, and he said he had a big project today.

But the next thing I know it’s him, pulling through the line and stopping in the very front row of a parking spot. He turns off the bike but doesn’t attempt to get off. He just sits there and stares at me.

Another teacher, Janice, who is working the line with me, walks up to me. “See him? I wonder if I should let the principal know. I’ve never seen him here before.”

Already, I’m shaking my head. “Uh, no, he’s with me.”

I can feel his gaze burning a hole in me, but I keep opening car doors and saying hello to the kids like I don’t even see him.

Janice nudges me in the side. She’s talking to me in a hushed excited voice. “Sis, you better go see what he wants. Looks to me if you don’t go over there soon he’s going to come for you, and he doesn’t look like he’s going to be just satisfied with just talking.”

I lift my head and look at Ice, and she’s right. He looks hot… and a little bothered. He’s probably mad that I walked out on him. I bet he’s never had a woman get willingly out of his bed in his life. And even though I did it, I did