Troy

All of the alarm bells. All of them clanged in his head like he was about to make the biggest mistake of his life.

“You know what you need, Mrs. Dawson?”

He saw her swallow again and moisten her lips, the anger still flashing in her wide eyes.

“Oh please, do tell me,” Her words were still resolute, but there was need in the depths. He could hear it.

“You need to fucking get laid.”

What are you doing? You can’t stand this woman.

“You’re disgusting,” she spat.

“And you’re fucking crazy,” he hissed.

Troy was not interested in listening to his voice of reason or the alarm bells going off. He was very interested in shutting her up with his lips.

Before he knew it, he was forcefully, angrily kissing her and she was hungrily kissing him back. Oh shit. This was better than he imagined, but so wrong.

This was a terrible idea, kissing a baseball mom. Not just any baseball mom. Remy Dawson, the craziest, pushiest, most uppity of them all.

But God, he could not take being close to her without thinking of kissing those lips, being the cause of some shock and surprise in those flashing eyes of hers.

Finally, her mouth was not talking. Instead it was passionately holding on to his kiss.

Everything was refreshingly silent except for their kissing and her faint noises of pleasure and need. They grasped and tussled with each other until he had backed her up against his desk. There was no classroom, there were no kids out in the hallway, it seemed. There was just this woman and her lips, opening for him. Her feminine curves pressing into his chest and abdomen. He knew she would not admit it with words, but her response to his kiss said everything he already knew—she needed to be kissed. Hard. She needed to fool around. Badly. She needed a man between her legs, to wipe that stern look off her face and change it to wantonness and ecstasy.

Troy grabbed her around the waist and pulled her in tighter, pressing her perky breasts against him, hard. She did not object. She was furiously grabbing his shoulders and running her hands up the back of his neck, to his hairline and back down again. Troy teased her with his tongue and opened her mouth more deeply, pressing hungrily.

They kissed like that, furiously and passionately, for many seconds. Maybe minutes. Troy had no idea how long until he heard the bell ring.

The startling clang bounced them away from each other like the opposite energies they were. Remy stood with her hand on her mouth, eyes wide and round and a little scared, if he wasn’t mistaken.

“What just happened?” she asked.

Troy thought it was pretty clear what had just happened. He had meant to kiss the crazy out of her. Give her a little taste of what life could be like when a person isn’t completely and over-the-top obsessed with their child’s career.

Instead, all he could think to say was, “I…sorry.”

Then another female voice shattered the entire scene. “Don’t be sorry, Mr. Mattis, that was hot!” It was Sophie Fuller, one of his honors English students, plopping her notebook onto her desk and smirking at him through the office window. “I didn’t know you had a girlfriend.”

Oh shit.

He looked between Remy and Sophie and honestly had no idea what to say next.

Remy was doing her best to recover her composure, smoothing her hair and her top. “Well, I’ll let you get back to work. Think about what I said. I haven’t changed my mind about filing a complaint with the league.”

As Remy walked away, he could not help but stare at her tight black yoga pants and that round ass of hers. If the bell had rung thirty seconds later, Sophie would have seen Troy kissing Mrs. Dawson with both hands full of her ass cheeks.

Not only were those cheeks jacked as hell, but they somehow swung seductively as she walked away, even in gym sneakers.

But nothing about that woman’s tight body in his memory made up for the fact that Elliot’s throwing arm was, once again, fatigued and sore at practice the next day.

In fact, the kid’s pitching was outright bad, if Troy was honest with himself. What was going on here?

After practice, Troy took Elliot aside.

“Based on everything I’ve heard, this is not up to your usual standards. Do we need to get you to a doctor to look at that shoulder?”

“Nah, it’s fine. I’m just tired from pitching lessons.”

Troy was taken aback. “Lessons. What are you talking about?”

Elliot looked up at him as if he thought Troy already knew. “Mom sends me to private pitching lessons three nights a week.”

Holy shit. He’s 13!

Elliot must have seen the shock and anger forming on Troy’s face because he backpedaled immediately. “But it’s fine!” Elliot said. “I don’t mind! Mom says he’s the best we can get around here and it will give me an advantage when I get to the next level if I’m a strong pitcher.”

Troy’s heart was starting to break into a million pieces for this poor kid. He was simply overworked, all because of his psychotic mother.

And what a sob story she’d fed him about trying to make ends meet. Sure, she had to pay rent, but she left out the fun fact of paying god-knows-what for private lessons how many times a week? He guessed she had to be spending more than $150 per week for that much private training, which he knew added up to be more than the average cost of rent in Middleburg. What a hypocrite she was, pretending they were poor when, if they would give up these unnecessary lessons, she’d probably have plenty left over to finance the car she said she so badly needed.

Well, Remy needed lots of things. But not what she said she needed. What she actually needed were lessons in time management, anger management, money management, and oh yeah, that other thing—to get laid.

She may not believe he had her all figured out. But now he had the real scoop, he definitely understood her now. She really was toxic.

“Listen, Elliot. I want you on my team. But I want you to take care of your arm. You’re staying home from practice tomorrow and that’s an order. No throwing anything. Not so much as a paper airplane until the scrimmage on Saturday. OK?”

Elliot nodded in agreement, but looked apprehensive. No doubt he was deciding how to break this news to his mom.

Well, Elliot would not have to break the news alone. Troy was going to have a little talk with her himself first.