Must Love Curves (Six Wicked Shorts) (4 page)

Roman crawled in next to me, his body nestling against my other side and his lips pressed warmly at the curve of my neck. He caressed my hip and thigh, Chase playfully blocking him with a knee when Roman's fingers moonwalked toward my mound.

A fuzzy, tingling heat blossomed along my skin. Naked in bed with them, I didn't feel the least bit self-conscious. Not once in my life had they made me feel like their fat little friend. They would hammer anyone who did. I loved them, had loved them one way or another for as long as I could remember.

"Uh-oh," Chase started. "She's thinking again. We can't have that."

Rolling my eyes at him, I rested the still cold and perspiring glass on top of his exposed nipple and watched grinning as a shiver rolled through him.

"Actually…" Pausing, I ran the bottom rim of the glass around his puckered nipple. "I was remembering that time Roman punched Bobby Pepperdine in the nose back in fourth grade."

Chase chuckled. Roman sighed, the sound less than happy. I knew why -- he was remembering his mother's visit to the principal's office that afternoon. More specifically, he remembered her questioning why Roman had punched Bobby and her cold, eviscerating response when Roman explained that Bobby had teased me about being fat.

"She is," Maxine had said, her voice audible to Chase and me as we waited in the outer office. "And if you think you can punch anyone who says one of your friends is fat or white trash, I'll find you new friends and you won't play with those two ever again."

Maxine had tried like hell that summer and all the ones that followed through high school to ensure Roman did find new friends. Happily, she failed.

Stretching across Chase's torso, I placed the glass on the nightstand. On my way back across Chase, I brushed my lips against his then rolled to face Roman. Trying to keep the tears from my eyes, I thumbed his cheek.

"She's never forgiven me for you giving her the silent treatment for a whole month after that."

"I've never forgiven her for saying what she did." Smiling softly, Roman tugged me toward him.

Chase followed as if invisible strings attached my body to his. I was in the middle of a man sandwich, the bread between two gorgeous, thick slabs of meat. My eyes closed as both lovers started to gently fondle me.

Damn, it felt good, the sensation of their heat and hands and the two growing erections pressed against me. Between the two of them, every bad thing in my life disappeared. I felt safe for the first time in years -- since before their deployments, my rotten marriage and its even more rotten ending.

I didn't want the night to end, but it had to. No one goes around Glennville with everybody knowing they've taken two men into their bed at the same time. I'd lose my job, my apartment--

"Gracie," Chase growled. "I'm serious. I really don't want you thinking for the next few days until you get used to this arrangement."

I growled back, the sound weaker and feminine but enough to tell him he needed to stop reading my mind. Replaying the end of his statement, I shook my head. "What arrangement?"

"Tell her." Chase rested his chin on my shoulder. I could tell from the way it softly dug into my flesh that he was grinning at Roman. "She'll think I'm joking if I say it."

His erection moving against me as he clenched his stomach and braced for my reaction, Roman closed his eyes and drew a slow breath. When he opened them, his gaze hooked mine and held. "Baby, we're going to marry you."

I nodded slowly, not saying
yes
, only trying desperately to figure out what they meant. When I couldn't, I shook my head, cracking a joke to ease the tension. "I take it you haven't talked to Pastor Brown about this."

"Fuck that old man," Chase grumbled behind me, one arm looping under mine to fasten his hand on my shoulder and secure me to him.

"Fuck everybody," I snorted, the sentiment often expressed among the three of us. "Fuck my boss, who will fire me because the prudes at the country club will ruin his business if he doesn't. Fuck your commanding officer, who will have your security clearances pulled--"

"We're out," Roman interrupted. "In thirty days, at least. New jobs, new city…and you're coming with us."

"Yeah." Chase nipped lightly at my shoulder. "So grabby-hands Pennington can really go fuck himself."

Pulling away from me, Chase tugged until I was flat on my back, my head moving side to side as I looked at them.

"And you…" he said, cupping my breast. "You will be too busy going to school to worry about having a job."

"Don't--"

They both stopped me with a growl.

"Don't what? Don't touch you?" Chase asked half a second before his mouth defiantly covered my nipple and he started sucking.

"Or don't tell you that we're going to take care of you?" Roman followed and moved down the bed until his head was even with my hip. "Because we are going to touch you, Gracie, and take care of you."

"You're ours." Chase stopped suckling long enough to gently reprimand me. "Remember that so I don't have to spank that sweet ass every time you forget."

Closing my eyes, I nodded. There was no ground beneath me, I was that far down in Glennville. Both men wanted to lift me up, together. They could only do so if I trusted them, and there was no one I trusted more than Roman and Chase.

Roman nuzzled my mound, his thumb parting my labia so he could take his first lick of my clit. "Was that a
yes
, baby?"

I swallowed the small knot of apprehension lodged in my throat. "Yes."

Chase stopped teasing my breast. I opened my eyes to find him watching me, his dark eyes misting with emotion. I shut my eyes again, my tears finally overflowing to stream down the sides of my face.

"Don't worry, Gracie. It will all work out."

Chase surfed up the bed and rubbed his cheek against mine, our tears mixing in the seconds before he and Roman began another slow sampling of my flesh that lasted until morning, when we went hand-in-hand-in-hand to both of their families and broke the news.

Curves Ahead

"Back from the vet's already?"

Hip deep in the back seat, my stomach rubbing against the cat carrier and my expansive backside wiggling furiously, I heard the warm masculine tones of Carter Philips and froze.

If I hadn't known better, I would have guessed he was thumbing through a girlie magazine full of hot, young things going down on one another instead of getting an eyeful of my doublewide bottom. Carter always sounded like that, his voice a slow rolling thunder that flooded my pussy the second I heard it. Tall and hard-bodied, with a broad chest and thick biceps big enough to make me feel normal in size, the rest of him was every bit as sexy as his voice.

"Yeah."

I felt half-pleased with my answer even if it was just one syllable. Most of our conversations ended with me impersonating a squeaking, stuttering mouse. The rest left me feeling sexually penetrated as I stared into his dark gaze.

"You need help?" He didn't wait for me to reject the offer like I always do. He eased the car door wider. “Step back."

"No, I've got it." Bit of a lie, that. With the locking plate on the seat belt jammed between the cushions, I was five seconds from ruining a fresh manicure. My kitten, Pan, wasn't making the situation any easier. He kept poking a playful, razor-tipped paw through the carrier's mesh door and into my stomach.

"Don't make me go around to the other side, Rachel. You know I will."

"No...really..." A metallic click finally rewarded my efforts. I shimmied backwards, letting the seat belt go as I turned around.

Seeing the direction of Carter's gaze, my body tightened and I felt a flush of heat rise up to stain my cheeks.

He had been staring at my ass. I didn't want to know the thoughts running through his head after seeing that rolling hill of jelly. They couldn't be good, whatever they were. At least he was too polite to ever let it show.

His gaze lifted, the sparkle in his rich brown eyes the only hint of his suppressed amusement. "Let me carry it inside, then--"

I cut the offer short, quickly grabbing the container and shutting the car door. "Pan doesn't really like strangers..."

Betraying me, the kitten stuck his face against the carrier's door, his tongue poking through the wide mesh to lick the tip of Carter's finger.

"Yeah, I can see that." Carter’s mouth dipped at the corners in a barely contained grin. "All the more reason for him to get to know me."

I shook my head, backing around the car so I had a clear path to my front door. I gestured at the house next to mine, the one he was renting. The buildings were stacked one after the other with small, unfenced yards and shared driveways. "McIntyre can't manage to rent that place for more than a year at a time. You'll leave and break Pan's heart."

My jaw clenched in a freeze-dried smile as I realized how pathetic my excuse sounded. It wasn't the kitten's heart breaking that worried me. At four months old, Pan breathed pure adrenaline, never staying still long enough to form any attachments. I, on the other hand, had only recently reconciled myself to living life alone, with the newly acquired fur ball as my only male companion.

Carter's dark gaze sharpened and then he blinked, the curve of his mouth flattening to a straight line. "I wouldn't do that, Rach."

"Can't be too careful with kittens." I offered a lame smile only a little less frosty than the one I'd just given him and jerked my head toward my house. "I need to get him inside and give him some fresh water."

With that, I left Carter standing alone in the drive.

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I was dreaming and I knew it, but the dream was so damn good I didn't want to wake up. My whole body flexed and rolled as a thick cock pumped in and out of my steaming pussy. Strong fingers dug in the sides of my ample ass to hold me in place. A growl rumbled through my lover, signaling he was just as close to his release as I was to mine.

My hips slid until my stomach pressed against the mattress and my ass pushed high up in the air. Thighs parting, I felt a rush of cold air against the inferno of my inner lips. My eyes flicked open.

"Damn it, Pan!"

The kitten was nowhere in sight, but I knew he was the culprit. He'd clawed the quilt off the bed three nights running, leaving me bare assed each morning. Either I needed to shut him out of the bedroom at night, start wearing pajamas or stock up on cold medicine.

My gaze bounced to the clock on the dresser and then down to the end of the bed, hoping the quilt wasn't completely on the floor so I could snag an edge with my foot. If I had to get up to cover myself, I wouldn't be able to fall back asleep and it was just shy of seven on a Saturday morning.

My brain skipped a beat. Too much light -- all of it natural -- filled the room. I slowly raised my gaze toward the glass patio door, terrified that Pan had learned a new trick and managed to open the drapes.

Panic coalesced as I saw the exposed window, then through it to the next patio and Carter in his bedroom. The flat of one fist rested against the glass pane, that side of his body slightly leaning forward so that his robe fell open. At first glance, his other hand appeared out of sight, but then it slid forward -- at crotch level with the fingers wrapped around his cock. It disappeared again, deep into the robe, before quickly re-emerging.

He was standing in front of his bedroom window, looking through the open curtains at my naked body and jacking off -- a scenario I found impossible unless I was still dreaming. I willed myself to close my eyes, but they were stuck on that narrow sliver of open robe and his quick-bobbing hand.

His strokes slowed, his grip tightening and then plunging back into his robe. His body surged a few inches up, as if he'd just risen onto his toes. He rocked back on his heels.

Close your eyes, Rachel. Close them right now...he can't know...

There was no way in hell my eyes would obey, not when the rest of my body willed them to stay open. My cunt pulsed, hot cream leaving me to cool against my outer lips in a sticky, aromatic mess. My breasts had swollen, growing unbelievably tender and making me want to roll onto my back for relief. My stomach clenched too tight to move, my ass cheeks just as tense and obstinate.

I changed tactics, willing Carter not to look up and discover me watching him.

His hand froze mid-stroke and my breathing stilled in anticipation of seeing the thick strings of his climax jet against the window pane. When another second passed without his moving, I felt the terror creep back into my body. Slowly, I lifted my gaze to find him staring at my face.

He tilted his head, the fist against the window uncurling until the palm rested flat against the glass. I don't know what I expected, but I sure as hell didn't think he'd resume, his hand quickly finding the same rhythm while his gaze intensified, as if he meant to keep me pinned to the bed until he finished.

Clutching a pillow to my chest, I fled to the hall.

Meooow!

I looked down to find the cause of all this mischief twining around my ankles before settling onto my left foot and nipping the big toe.