Curse's Claim

“Curse?”

“Yes, I don’t like calling him Curse. It’s wrong. There is nothing to curse a man like him. He’s too much of a nice young man to be thought of as a curse. Honey, you’ve got yourself a keeper.”

Chuckling, she curled up against her mother. “I love him, Mom. He makes me feel sexy and loved.”

“Any man who leaves you feeling like that is a keeper. You need to snatch him up before another woman tries to do the same.” Debra stroked her hair.

“I’m not going to let him get away,” Mia said.

She nibbled her lip as doubt started to set in.

“What’s going on in that mind of yours?” Debra asked.

“I was thinking about Dad. I mean, I thought he loved us enough and that he’d never leave, but that’s not true.”

“Don’t do that, Mia.” Debra stroked her cheek, forcing her to look up. “Your father and I loved each other when it was necessary. Don’t try and make our relationship something it wasn’t. I love you, honey, but you’re wrong about a lot of things.”

“What do you mean?”

“I stopped loving your father a long time ago. He was a great dad but not a great husband. We’d been living separate lives for a long time. You just didn’t notice it.” Debra smiled at her. “You and Bradley are the real deal. I see that look in your eyes, and I know I never felt that deeply for any man. You’re lucky, Mia. Don’t let fear of what happened between your father and me cloud your own feelings.”

Sometime later, Mia was putting some finishing touches to the pasta she’d made as Curse walked into the house. There was no mistaking the masculine sigh that greeted her. Smiling, she tossed the salad together and put some on a plate for her mother.

He rounded the corner, removing his jacket.

“Hey, babe, sorry I’m late.”

“No need to be sorry. The talk ran a little longer than you expected?” she asked, putting his food on the table.

“Yeah.” He took a seat as she picked up the tray.

“I’m just going to take this up to Mom. Are you going to start without me, Bradley?” she asked, chuckling as he glared at her.

“Only nice people get to call me that.”

“I’m a nice person.”

“No, you’re a naughty person. I believe you’ve had your ass spanked a couple of times in the last week.”

She didn’t expect his words, and heat filled her cheeks. Entering her mother’s room, she placed the tray on her lap.

“Was that Bradley I heard?”

“Yeah, he’ll be up to see you shortly.”

“I’m going to get better, Mia. Everything is going to be good, I promise you.”

Kissing her mother’s cheek Mia agreed. For the first time since her father left, Mia really did believe everything was going to be all right.

Going back downstairs she found Curse getting himself a second portion. “I was feeding you and you could cook like this?”

“You never asked for me to cook. I did what I was told, and you told me to sit on my ass and let you cook.” Picking up her fork, she started to eat as Curse joined her. He lifted her leg up to rest on his lap. With his free hand, he caressed up her calf.

“I’m not going to sleep with you,” she said.

“We’re not sleeping. You didn’t say anything about having fun.” He dropped his fork and turned the paper she hadn’t noticed on the table for her to look at. “What do you think of an apartment?”

She looked down at a picture of one of the luxury places near the wealthy part of Piston County.

“Erm, I can’t afford it, Curse.” One of the men she cleaned for was dead. Her mother’s medical bills were a constant concern.

“Baby, I’ve got plenty saved up. We can afford this, and we won’t have to worry about rent. I’ll buy it outright. I’ve never had a problem with drugs or drink. I’ve got plenty of money.” He gave her a smile.

His touch caressed up the inside of her thigh. Curse didn’t go further up, and he kept teasing her with whatever else he could do.

After they were finished with food, Curse went to grab her mother’s tray, and she washed the dishes. He surprised her by grabbing a towel and drying up the dishes.

“When we get our own place you can cook every day.”

“I can’t cook every day. Curse, this is insane. How can I move in with you? You’ll be paying for everything.” She ran fingers through her hair as she stared at him.

“We’ll be a couple, and soon we’ll be married. What I have is yours.” He placed the towel in the washing machine, taking hold of her arm and drawing her closer to him. The scent of leather filled her nostrils, turning her on.

He cupped her cheek, stroking a thumb along her lips. She opened her mouth, and he slid his thumb inside. With his other hand, he tugged at the button holding her jeans up.

“Curse, what are you doing?” she asked.

“I’m going to f**k you. Your mother was already asleep when I left the room. No one can hear us.”

She couldn’t deny him. Her body was on fire for his touch.

Wriggling out of the jeans, she tore at his clothes as he got her naked. He lifted her up and placed her on the kitchen counter. His lips were on her pu**y before she could stop him. Gripping his hair, she smashed her pu**y against his face needing the slight edge of pain to the pleasure.

“That’s it, baby, take what you want.” He slammed fingers inside her as he sucked in her clit.

As she cried out, the pleasure was too much.

“No, I want to feel your cunt around my c**k before you come.”

He stood, pulled his c**k out of the slit in the jeans. She watched him rub the tip up and down her slit before thrusting deep into her core. Sinking her nails into his bare shoulders, she pressed her lips to his neck to keep her noises down. Mia sucked on his neck wanting to mark his flesh for others to know who he belonged to.

“You’re so f**king tight. I can’t wait to get inside your ass. You’re going to love my c**k there.”

Curse bit her ni**les, sliding his tongue over the peaks to ease out the sting. He pulled her off the counter and slammed in deep. They both cried out together. Holding onto the counter, she thrust down onto his cock. The angle was odd, but he got so deep inside her.

“We’re going to need to do something about this,” she said. “You never wear a condom.”