Must Love Curves

by Glenna Maynard

  I don’t pause to look at who is in the crowd I can’t tear my eyes away from Darin as he stares at me in awe. We make it to the end of the red carpet and Darin steps forward.

  A preacher comes forward as well. “Who gives this woman’s hand in marriage?”

  “I do,” Eddie says with a smile and kisses my forehead before handing me over to his best friend.

  “Hey,” I whisper.

  “Hey,” he whispers back.

  “Errr..rufff.” I look down to see Beans. Sweet little Beans dressed in a doggy tux and I cry, unable to stop the tears. It’s so sweet. He has a satin pillow strapped to his back with rings on it.

  The preacher clears his throat.

  “Are we ready to begin?”

  Darin looks to me and I ask, “Are we doing this?”

  “Only if you want to.”

  “You haven’t even asked me,” I tease him and he goes down on one knee.

  “Faye Michaels, I have known you most of my life. You have seen me at my best and my worst. You know everything there is to know about me and I know you. Mind and soul and hopefully when we leave here…” his voice drops down low. “Your body. I love everything about you, especially your curves.” I blush. “I have one question. Will you marry me today?”

  I bite my lips as he looks up at me expectantly.

  “Just say yes, honey,” Linda calls out and I flash her a grin.

  “Yes, Darin. Yes, I will marry you today.”

  DARIN

  We did it. We actually did it. I still can’t accept it is real. Once the preacher went through our vows with us, I didn’t want to go to the reception. I only wanted to get my bride alone and peel that dress from her body. However, Eddie went to a lot of trouble to pull this off and I am grateful. I couldn’t ask for a better friend. He’s always had my back.

  Was today ideal or conventional? No, but not every relationship starts out perfect. I smile at my bride as she still appears to be letting today’s events sink in. There’s a bewildered expression on her face that I am afraid will be in every photograph of our wedding day.

  Eddie wanted to hire Enzo just to be a dick, but I thought that would have been pushing it and not fair to Faye. Not to mention I want to punch his lights out for using Faye like he did. Sure, in the end he turned over the evidence that proved Claire was an evil snake, but that doesn’t make up for what he did to Faye. It doesn’t matter now though. Things are working out as they should.

  I hug her to my side and kiss her cheek. “Are you okay?”

  “Just a bit overwhelmed,” she tells me, honestly. Holding out her hand she admires her ring. “I can’t believe this is real, ya know? I’ve always imagined us together, seeing it as nothing more than a fantasy.”

  “Faye, I told you I love you. I’ve loved you for years. We’re not skipping a few steps, we’re making up for lost time. This isn’t a dream, it’s real. The way I feel about you is very real.” Moving her hand under the table I show her how real.

  “Darin,” she hisses. “What if someone sees?”

  I smirk at her but then I feel Eddie’s hand clamp down on my shoulder. “Save it for the honeymoon.”

  I shrug and start to get up. “I need a refill.”

  “Not so fast. I need to talk to both of you. It’s important.”

  “Sure, man. Whatever you want.”

  Faye squeezes my hand when she sees the serious look on her brother’s face. I’m guessing he is about to tell her his travel plans.

  “The wedding isn’t my only gift to you. As you both know, Darin has been handling the new office, but after today he’s back home where he belongs. With you, sis. After the mess with Claire, I need a change. A new start. Faye, I’m selling you my half of the house for a dollar, I can do that because we’re family. I’m taking over Darin’s position in Colorado. The business will run as normal. Darin has already given me his blessing, so I guess I’m asking for yours, Faye.”

  “Oh, Eddie.” She wipes at her eyes. “I don’t want you to go. This is your home and as far as the house goes. I’m not worried about that right now. It will always be ours. But if the Colorado office is what you want then I say go for it.” She gets up and gives him a hug.

  “Thanks, Faye, but you’re a married woman now and someday you’ll want a family. I only ask if you decide to move or sell you give me the option to buy it first.”

  “Quit acting as though this is all so final. You’ll always have a home here.”

  “Alright. I guess it’s time I let you two lovebirds get out of here. We’ll talk soon.”

  “When are you leaving?” She questions as unshed tears glitter in her eyes.

  “Later tonight, I’m flying back with Jen and Linda. Those two…” he trails off with a whistle and Faye smacks at his shoulder.

  “Congrats, you two. I love you both.”

  “Thanks, man. For everything.” I get up and give him an awkward hug.

  “No problem.” I hug Faye to me as he walks off to join Jen and Linda at their table.

  “That has trouble written all over it, doesn’t it?” My wife says with a disturbed look on her face.

  “He’s a big boy. He can handle himself.”

  “Speaking of big boys…” She rakes her teeth across her juicy red lips.

  “I think it’s time we head to our honeymoon suite.”

  “I dare say I agree with you, Mr. Lyons.”

  “Mhmmh. I like the sound of that, Mrs. Lyons.”

  We manage to sneak off without having to say any goodbyes or offer any excuses. I’m a man on a mission. I only have one thing on my mind for the rest of the night.

  When we get to our hotel room though it seems Beans has other plans for us. As soon as I open the door the smell hits us.

  “Beans!” We both yell in unison.

  “That dog.” Faye shakes her head.

  “It’s all those treats Eddie fed him to get that tux on him.” I laugh.

  “How about I take him for a walk and you call room service and ask for some candles.”

  “Deal.” She pinches her nose and waves her hand around as I get Beans on his leash.

  “Come on, stinky.”

  When I get off the elevator in the lobby, I spy Eddie being led by his tie by Linda and her girlfriend from the reception room to the other elevators. He doesn’t even notice me not that I can blame him.

  I chuckle to myself, guess I wasn’t their type or maybe they are taking pity on him after what Claire did to him.

  I get stinky butt outside and walk him around for about ten minutes then head back in to my bride. God, I love how that sounds inside my head. If you would have told me three weeks ago that I’d be getting married today, I would have called you a liar and laughed in your face, but now as I enter this hotel room and see my wife lighting candles and moving her hips to the soft music playing from her cell phone on the nightstand, I love it.

  She smiles at me as I lock Beans up in his crate. I’m not taking any chances of him trying to get into bed with us. I’ve waited a long time to make Faye mine. I plan on enjoying it.

  Loosening my tie, I cross the room and step in behind her, rubbing my hands over her hips and kissing her neck.

  “Hey, husband.”

  “Hey, wife, “I grit through my teeth as her hips sway against my crotch to the mellow beat.

  Spinning her around in my arms, I tell her, “I never did get to dance with you.”

  Her arms cradle my neck. “Now’s as good a time as any.”

  “I wanna do a lot more than dance with you,” I confess, but I think she knows that.

  “That so?”

  “It’s a fact.” I move her toward the bed making my intentions perfectly clear.

  “You need to lose this dress,” I whisper against her mouth before claiming it.

  My hands travel down her back until my fingers discover the zipper of her dress.

  Her lips sweep over my neck, feathering light kisses along my jaw and to my ear. As I u
ndress her, she moves to undo my zipper. “You eager, baby?” I grin.

  “Yeah, babe. I am”

  “Babe, is it?”

  Her lashes flutter as I slide her dress down her body, leaving it to pool at her feet. What I discover next takes my breath away. She is so damn beautiful. The blushing bride in her lingerie. A white corset is molded to her body, accenting her curves. My gaze travels her torso until they come to a rest on her white lace panties adorned with a cute bow. Dropping to my knees, I take my time appreciating the pretty package waiting for me. Those white thigh high stockings are in my face teasing me.

  “Do you know how long I’ve wanted this? How many times I have dreamt of this right here.” I kiss the tops of her thighs as her fingers stroke through my hair.

  She bites her bottom lip, dragging her teeth over the plump red flesh. Fuck, that is so damn sexy.

  “Maybe as many times as I have.” A naughty smirk plays at the corners of her temptress mouth as she nibbles on her finger playfully.

  A groan rips from my throat, she’s already got me so hard. Sliding my palms up and down her legs, I urge her onto the bed. When she moves to roll down her hose I shake my head. “I think I want you to keep these on. Then I snap the elastic around the top causing her to let out an “oww,” sound. “I want to make this good for you and take my time, baby, but I don’t know that I can,” I tell her down on my knees as I spread her legs apart.

  Her finger presses under my chin, demanding my eyes on hers. “I don’t need slow, Darin. I only need you.”

  “Is that so?”

  “Yeah, that’s so.”

  I’m going to hate myself for asking but it’s something we haven’t discussed. Shit, we haven’t talked about anything. We jumped right into this without even thinking of what we were doing. I’m not changing my mind but Eddie’s words about her having a family someday stuck with me.

  “Are you on the pill?”

  She shakes her head.

  “I don’t want anything between us, Faye, but we have so much ahead of us. I just got you and I’m not ready to share you.”

  She’s propped up on her elbows leaning up. “What are you trying to say?”

  “I’m saying, I don’t want to wear a condom, but I don’t want to get you pregnant just yet. I definitely don’t want to share these.” I rub her breasts over the lace material and one of her nipples pops out. Taking full advantage, I pay special attention to the dusty rose peak.

  Our conversation is forgotten for now and her hands are back in my hair as I work on getting her out of the corset. “How many clasps does this bastard have,” I growl, growing frustrated.

  Faye throws her head back laughing at me.

  “You think this is funny?”

  Holding up her thumb and forefinger she grins. “Just a little.”

  “Just a little,” I mock, jumping onto the bed with her and covering her body with mine.

  I groan against her lips as I claim them. “This isn’t going how I planned.”

  “Hey, look at me,” my wife, (I really love saying it in my head) demands.

  “What?” I pout.

  “I don’t need perfect, Darin. I only need you. So, stop trying so hard and let things happen. Let me take care of you.” She waggles her brows as I fall over lying next to her. She gets up and removes my shoes. “Nothing about us has ever been perfect, has it?”

  FAYE

  My sweet husband, bless him. He’s trying so hard to make our wedding night perfect and special. I love him for it, I do, but if it can go wrong it has. First, Beans stunk up our room. Second, Darin couldn’t get my corset off. Third, when I went to unzip his pants, the lace on my corset got caught in the teeth.

  This is our current situation. I’m stuck to his crotch and not in the way I want to be. He’s so damn hard too. His erection is pressing against me and he’s so big that it’s making things worse.

  “Can you…um…force it go down some.” Both of our hands are between us trying to work that damn zipper but nothing is helping.

  “Baby, you are on top of me with those big tits pressing into my dick, how can I not be hard?”

  I grin up at him. “I guess I see, or should I say feel your point. Do you have any lube?”

  He makes a face and I can’t help but giggle. He’s so damn frustrated and it’s cute. Darin is always used to things going his way.

  His big hands move around and a firm palm plants a smack against my butt cheek. His other one follows and he lifts me, pulling me up his body so that I am straddling him. By some miracle the fabric rips and I am freed during the process.

  His fingers rub and caress my body as a sigh of relief leaves him. As if he has super hero strength he finishes the job, ripping the bodice from my body and tossing it to the floor.

  “God, I need inside you,” he whispers in a strained breath as he looks up at me. I grind down on his hard on and he groans. “I need you now.”

  I figure we have waited long enough. Seven years too long according to him. With our clothes out of the way, and nothing else separating us he rubs lazy circles over my clit, killing me with anticipation as he peppers kisses down my torso.

  “Darin, please, just do me already.”

  “I want to, Faye, I really do, but I’ve been dying to taste your pussy, baby.”

  Lifting my hips, I arch into his hand needing so much more than he is giving me. The man is loving torturing me.

  “You need something, baby?” He teases, looking up at me from between my thighs.

  I tug on his hair in response and he gives me one slow lick, sweeping his tongue over my pussy lips. “You want my mouth, Faye?”

  I moan as his fingers spread me, putting me on display for him.

  “Fuck, my wife is so wet and eager for me. So damn ready, aren’t you?” A finger slides in followed by a second. He works them in and out thrusting faster and faster as he sucks on my clit with his hot mouth.

  I can’t believe this is now my life. I have the man of my dreams between my legs giving me the greatest pleasure. A man I have watched for most of my life wanting nothing more than to be his and right now the things he is doing to me shows me he has wanted me as badly. His fingers, lips, and tongue are tasting and teasing every inch of my body as he brings me to the edge of an orgasm and keeps leaving me hanging. He’s making me crazy.

  My hands roam across his shoulders and I dance my fingers down his spine as he crawls up my body and positions himself between my legs.

  “Look at me, Faye,” he demands as he grabs my jaw.

  My eyes meet his and he holds my gaze as he enters me in one hard thrust. I see the love he has for me shining in his eyes and I feel it in his every touch. Sure, things with Enzo were hot and fast, but this right here with Darin is making love and the intimacy passing between us means so much more than that ever could.

  He shows no mercy as he hammers me into the mattress and the bed bangs against the wall. His rough hands caress my face as he stares at me with such adoration. His tongue plunges in my mouth seeking out mine. God, when this man kisses me, my toes curl. I’m so close, my walls squeeze his cock so man tight. He shifts his position, rolling his hips, finding my sweet spot.

  “Oh, God. Yes, Darin, baby, don’t stop.”

  Pulling back, he watches his thick cock as it glides in and out.

  “Fuck, Faye that is so damn sexy. Look how perfect our bodies fit together.” I can only nod as I concentrate on my building orgasm.

  Right when I am on the brink of letting go and falling over the edge, he pulls completely out and says, “I want you riding me when we cum. Want to watch that sweet pussy milk my cock, taking every ounce of my cum, baby.” His voice is husky and sexy and there is no way I could deny him if I tried.

  I know what he said about being safe, not wanting kids just yet, but damn do I want him cumming all in my pussy, filling me up with his essence.

  I don’t worry about my size, I know Darin loves me curves and all. I straddle him and
give my husband what he wants, impaling myself on his cock as he holds it up waiting for me. My velvet heat sinks down on him and my eyes nearly roll back in my head. Those rough, calloused hands grip my hips, rocking my body into his setting the pace. He lifts his hips thrusting up into me just as hard as I am slamming down on him and riding. It isn’t long before we are both getting off.

  When I feel him tense and go still, his hot cum shoots inside me, marking my womb, owning me completely.

  DARIN

  Faye and I have been married for three years. The business is still doing great and she is still cock teasing me around the office. Some days it’s damn hard to keep my hands off her. She still drives me wild in those tight skirts that hug those thick hips. She’s strutting into my office right now in a red one that fits so snug on her ass, I can see the outline of her cheeks, and I know she isn’t wearing panties.

  She sets my coffee down on my desk. “Will that be all, Mr. Lyons?” She smiles at me raking those pearly white teeth over her red lips. My cock is so damn hard. I have to have her right here right now.

  “You can close the damn door and bend over my desk, so I can fuck you, baby.”

  A giggle tears out of her, the sweetest sound I have ever heard other than the giggles of our daughter coming over the monitor. I glance at the camera and see Beans licking her face as she tugs on his ear from her walker. We turned Eddie’s former office into a playroom for Gretchen. She’s eight months old and looks just like her mother.

  As for Eddie, he’s running the Colorado office and enjoying the single life.

  “You’re so bad,” my beautiful wife teases me.

  “I’m not playing. I need you.”

  “And who is going to watch the office and Gretchen?”

  “Bean has it covered,” I tease her.

  She leans across my desk and pulls me forward by my tie.

  THE END

  About Glenna

  Glenna Maynard is a Kentucky native with a passion for romance, best known for her bestselling romantic suspense novel I'm with You and The Black Rebel Riders' MC series. When she isn't arguing with the voices in her head or drinking reader tears, she enjoys watching classic TV shows with her two children and longtime leading man.