Sodapop Curtis Description Novels & Stories

I say, coughing and wiping mouth with the back of my hand. Luke’s laughing his ass off. “It’s supposed to. Puts hair on a man’s chest." He backhands my arm. “Take it slow. You’ll get used to it.” Curtis looks at the bottle. “God, I missed this.” He tips the beer back and brings it back down. “Ah. Good stuff." Curtis is older so he was able to experience drinking before we went into hiding. Me not so much. I look around the circle of guys. Luke urges. “Go on. Little sips.” He encourages.

"Hmm..." "Ohh, is it a 'need not to know' thing? It's okay." Kitty quickly added, seeing Erebus's hesitation. "Not like that. I just don't want to worry you too much with no facts confirmed." Erebus sighed slightly with his hand on her head, "Tell me about Curtis?" "Well, he is nice. Good at bartending. Has been to a lot of places obviously. What's up?" Kitty shrugged. "Nothing, just curious." Erebus mimicked her shrugged and Kitty burst into laughter...

“I think they invited me to join them.” “They would,” Aidan said. “They’re asking every woman who wanders past, so Jax sent Curtis over to keep ‘em in line.” “That’d do it,” Zoe muttered. “He’s mega-scary.” “Scarier than King?” Jo asked, slurping the last of her Cosmo. “‘Cause I can’t imagine anyone scarier than King.” Zoe considered her question seriously. “Hmmmmm. OK, no. Not scarier than King, ‘cause King is his own brand of terrifying. Curtis is terrifying-esque. Terrifying lite. But still a damn beast.”

Curtis chuckled, his laughter low and warm, filling the empty spaces in the room. “I can’t say I’m surprised. I’ve seen you work magic with nothing more than salt and pepper.” I rolled my eyes but couldn’t help the blush that crept up my cheeks. “Dalt and pepper is taking the praise too far, and I don’t know if it’s magic, but it helps. Keeps me focused.” For a moment, we stood in comfortable silence, the only sound being the gentle simmer of the oats and the clinking of my spoon against the pot. Curtis leaned on the counter, his gaze softening as he watched me.

I walk back to the SUV and climb inside and I grab my phone and call Dimitri. “Da, any luck?” He asks after the third ring. “No, but we found a piece of Curtis in a safe. With a message saying Curtis’s favourite toy, courtesy of the Donna of the Romano family. Guess what it was she removed?” I say to him and he gasps and I click my tongue and pinch the bridge of my nose. All of this with Cass is giving me a damn headache. Any sane person would cut and run, but not me. She is mine, crazy and all.

Curtis thrust into me. Mr. Curtis groaned as he pulled out of me. I shuddered and sank to the floor, kneeling there like a bitch. I licked my lips as Mr. Curtis dropped to his knees and rammed his cock back into my cunt. I moaned as the coach shoved down his gym shorts. His big, brown cock popped out. I shuddered and swallowed his cock. "Fuck," he groaned as I suckled on him. "Ms. Waters! You're a fucking whore!"

I started laughing again. "You know what, I just can't baby. I'm so sorry. You're too fucking handsome as a photographer. And when you're in front of the camera and telling them to strip. I think that's when they mold themselves to your wishes and take it literally." I told him sitting on his lap while drinking our coffee on my office sofa.

His green eyes were mesmerizing and I felt myself getting lost in them. “Okay. I like what I hear,” I said, holding up my cup waiting for the apple juice to be added as we got off subject. “You gonna give me some juice?” “As much as you want,” he said, grabbing the juice to pour into my cup. “So what’s your name?” “Poppie. What’s yours?” “Austin, nice to meet you Poppie.” “Nice to meet you too Austin.” Austin put the juice on the counter and picked up a cup to make himself a drink.

His gaze was intense, his eyes darkening with a mix of emotions. "Why don't you get down and introduce yourself?" I suggested, gently lowering Curtis to his feet. He nervously wiped his hands on his shirt before walking towards the girl. "Hi, how are you?" Curtis asked, his voice filled with a mix of curiosity and shyness. He stretched out his hand, and the girl shook it sleepily. "I'm Chocolate," she replied, her voice throaty from sleep. "My Dad told me you'll be living with us." The word "Dad" caught me off guard. I glanced at Renato, and for a moment, our eyes met. His expression was a mix of surprise and amusement, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiled.

“Y’all just gonna gang up on me before we even leave?” “No,” Haylee said softly. “We’re just honest.” Curt raised his can. “Fine. But when I save your lives out there, I expect gratitude in all edible forms and statues.” “No one’s building you a statue,” Lechandray said, snapping her rifle back together with a click that made Curt visibly flinch. "And by the time I'm through with you cuz, the only form of edibles you will be eating will have no sugar contents." “Damn, cuz. Can’t take a joke?”