Mister Big Stuff_A Single Mom Friends to Lovers Novel

by Weston Parker

"Hush." He smiled and moved down to one of his knees, lifting the box toward her and popping it open. "I don't care how long we've been together. I'm looking at the future. Don't tug me into the past."

  She let out a soft cry and took a step toward him, the beautiful ring a large diamond nuzzled into two smaller ones.

  "I would spend the rest of my life looking for you, but I don't have to. You fill my needs, my desires, my deepest fantasies, Beth. Marry me and let's build a life that will blow both of our minds. Be mine and let's be together - forever, baby. Give me forever."

  Nodding, she extended her left hand and let out a soft cry. "Yes. I want forever with you."

  "Good." He stood and slipped the ring on her finger before pulling her to him and kissing her passionately.

  She melted into him, clinging tightly to his promises. It wouldn't be easy, but anything worth truly investing in never was.

  "I love you," she whispered as she broke the kiss.

  "Mmmm... I like the sound of that. Say it again." He laughed as she said it again and again.

  He picked her up and spun her around once before kissing her tenderly.

  "Do you think we would be missed if we slipped off?" He lifted his eyebrows once.

  She shook her head and wrapped herself around him, needing the warmth of his arms. "We would be, but since when did you start caring?"

  "I am a greedy little thing." He laughed and leaned down to look her in the eye. "Only for you. Forever."

  "Forever," she whispered and lifted to her toes, losing herself in the only thing she wanted to belong to - him.

  Chapter 20

  Bethany

  The sun filtered through the blinds, filling the room with a warm glow and pulling Bethany from the best sleep she could remember having. Damon was on his stomach, his arms above his head, muscles defined and skin sun-kissed. She moved closer, unable to help herself.

  Her left finger held the promise of forever, but her heart ached at the possibility of something happening to them. The engagement had happened so fast, and yet it was right. She pulled the ring closer to her face and studied it as he groaned softly in his sleep. The sound of him enjoying something in his dream caused her heart to flutter.

  How could a man like him want a simple girl like her?

  He was wealth, and she was poverty.

  He was beautiful, and she was plain.

  But it didn't matter. Nothing did but the fact that they were going to be together. They would figure out the crazy details later when they were back home and in the comfort of their own environment. She wouldn’t let anything come between us. No matter what.

  She moved closer and pressed her lips to the thick muscle of his shoulder, kissing him softly up to his neck and along the side of his face.

  His dark brown eyes opened as he blinked a few times and her breath caught in her chest. Stunning wouldn’t begin to express how beautiful he was.

  "Hi baby," he whispered and turned over as he reached for her.

  She moved into his arms as he lay on his side and brushed her fingers along the side of his face, enjoying the soft stubble of his beard.

  "Hi." Bethany leaned in and brushed her lips by his only to have him sink his fingers in her hair and roll them over, deepening the kiss and pressing his warm body against her.

  "I was dreaming about you." He brushed the tip of his nose down the side of her face and pressed his lips to her neck, loving her like no man had before. Warmth rose from the tip of her toes to the center of her chest, spilling out to race down her arms and rise to the top of her head.

  She moaned and gripped him tightly. "Tell me about it."

  "We lived by the water, and you were barefoot and pregnant."

  She laughed and reached up to touch his face again as he pressed his forearms into the bed beside her head and pushed himself up to hover just above her.

  "What's so funny?" He smiled, and the world seemed perfect for a moment.

  "Nothing. I just half expected to hear you say that we were having sex."

  "Sex is great, but it's the little things I'm looking forward to."

  "You think having a baby is a little thing? Where's my boyfriend? What have you done with him?"

  He chuckled deep in his chest and rolled onto his back, taking her with him. She pressed her hands into the firmness of his chest and sat up, straddling him and rolling her hips to grind along his thick erection.

  "I'm pretty sure if you checked all the necessary appendages, you'd see that I am very much still your man." He slid his hands up her thighs and tugged at the covers as she held them clasped to her chest. "Don't hide from me. You know how much I love your body."

  Bethany nodded and let the covers slide down as he sat up and wrapped his arms around her. The soft press of his lips over the top of her breasts had her sighing softly. She belonged to him completely, and nothing felt better. Never in her life had she expected to find someone like Damon and capture him. She thought settling would be her story, but it wasn't at all.

  "I love you." She wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned down to press her lips to his as his hands moved down her sides and rested on the top curve of her rear.

  "Not as much as I love you." He gripped her ass and pulled up, forcing her to arch her back as he pressed into her. The groan they shared filled the room and left her nerve endings tingling.

  "That's right." She leaned down and pressed her lips to his ear as he ran his strong hands up her back and gripped her shoulders tightly. "More."

  "Not even close, lover."

  She rocked against him, massaging his body with hers as he cupped her face and pulled her down for a long, passionate kiss. The hunger from all the times before was still there, but the passion of commitment wrapped them together, bringing in a whole new level of emotion for her.

  They made love for the next hour, clinging to each other as if they were scared to consider what might happen if they let go. He pulled her down to rest on top of him as they rode the last high together.

  "God, Beth. You're so good to me, baby." He brushed his hands down her back rhythmically and turned his face a little to adorn her with kisses along her nose and cheeks, over her eyes and by her lips. "Promise me we'll get to walk down the aisle sooner than later."

  "That is the plan." She smiled and kissed him one more time before getting out of bed and walking to the patio that led to the beach. "What time is our flight out of here today?"

  "I think it's around five tonight. Come here and let me hold you."

  Bethany glanced over her shoulder, once again stunned by how incredibly sexy he was. She wasn't sure she would ever get used to seeing him in her bed, naked and looking like a god.

  "No way. I know how this works. I get back in the bed and we don't go anywhere for another hour or two." She smiled and turned back to pull the curtain open a little. The white caps out in the ocean crashed onto the seashore over and over, captivating her. She didn't hear him sneak up behind her, and accidentally let out a soft yelp and jumped as he wrapped her in a tight hug.

  "What's wrong with staying in bed all damn day if we want to?"

  "Nothing if it was just you and me." She lifted her hand in front of her face, studying her ring again.

  "You like it?" He leaned down and kissed the top of her shoulder.

  "I love it. It's perfect." She pressed back against him. "How did you know what my ring size was?"

  "I didn't. I had Matt steal one of the rings from your jewelry box at Dad’s, and we took it to the jeweler’s to have it measured." He snorted. "He was scared shitless that you would notice."

  She laughed. "You guys were working together to pull one over on me?"

  "Oh yeah. We'll be doing that for the rest of our lives."

  She turned in his arms and clasped her hands behind his neck. "Speaking of Matt, where is he? Did he spend the night with Erica?"

  "No. I thought he did, but the first night he stayed in Dad's room, and last night I guess he got another room
. He gave Erica our room though, which was pretty cool of him. I don't know what his deal is where she's concerned. They'd be great together."

  "I agree, but he's not ballsy like you. He's got to make sure he's completely into her before even making the first move. It's probably a good thing seeing that she's a big part of your father's company."

  "This is true." His eyes moved across her face. "Who are you going to have at our wedding for your maid of honor?"

  "I don't know. Who knows what the hell is going to happen with Krista." She glanced down and tried not to let herself dive into the horror of what her best friend had done to Jake. Krista would be facing prosecution for attempted murder soon, and Bethany had no doubt that she would be required to make an appearance. None of it made sense, but at the moment, it didn't need to. Bethany’s mother was happy and secure in her new marriage with Kent, and Beth had Damon forever.

  Everything would be fine, and life would work out the parts that weren't.

  "We'll figure it all out. You know that." He leaned down and kissed the tip of her nose. "You sure you don't want to reconsider on the staying in bed thing?"

  She laughed and shook her head. "You're too much."

  "Oh yeah? I think you handle me pretty good."

  "Just pretty good?" She lifted an eyebrow and tilted her head a little.

  "Really good? If I say pretty good and challenge your skills, are you going to try and outdo yourself?"

  She moved out of his arms and laughed as she walked toward the bathroom. "You wish."

  "Naw, I'm more than content with everything I have. Especially you. Get up and let’s get packed. The flight leaves at four today."

  "Okay.” She smiled and lingered in the doorway as he watched her. The need to be cheeky bubbled up inside of her, and she just couldn’t pass up the opportunity. “You think I belong to you now?"

  "No, I don't think anything. I know you do."

  There wasn't anything left to say. He was right. He usually was.

  Chapter 21

  Damon

  "Wait. You what?" Kendal's eyes widened as he sat across the table from Damon the next day. "What the hell were you thinking? It's been, what, three weeks?"

  Damon shrugged and pulled the black napkin down into his lap, ignoring his closest friend's concerns. Beth was the woman for him, and there wasn't any going back from that decision. He'd measured her attitude, her drive, her hunger in the office and the bedroom and seen the signs of success in all areas.

  She was going to be his forever, whether that started now or in five years. She’d spent the night wrapped around him after the long-ass flight back to the States. She fit – perfectly beside him.

  "Just know sometimes." He nodded to the waiter who hovered beside them, the poor idiot looking like he'd just swallowed something poisonous. "Pour."

  "Of course, Sir." The guy picked up the open bottle of red wine on the table and tipped it up to fill Damon's glass.

  "No, you don't just know. You've never had a solid relationship in your life, Damon." Kendal ran his fingers through his messy brown hair.

  "Who has?" He brushed his fingers over the rim of the glass as he glanced up at the bar. The gaggle of well-cared-for women had their eyes focused on either Damon or Kendal. Perhaps both. Funny how none of them even stirred him. Beth had to have sold her soul to the devil for the power she had over him. It was almost unfair, and yet he didn't believe in fate or fairness. A man made himself by his actions and choices, nothing else. The woman he'd fallen for was wickedly sensual, intensely intimate and willing to bow her knee to him alone.

  She was all he needed.

  "Lots of people." Kendal's voice rose in volume.

  Damon gave him a look to warn him. He'd always been the alpha out of the two of them, Damon having led their fraternity as president his full five years at University of Texas in Dallas. Everyone respected him, and he expected it.

  "That's bullshit. Just because you're wavering on the fence about dating some girl doesn't allow you the right to judge the timing of my proposal to Beth." Damon shrugged and lifted his glass to his lips.

  One of the women from the bar seemed to have gained her courage. She walked over and pressed her well-manicured hands to the empty seat across from Damon and smiled.

  "Hi. I couldn't help but notice you. Have we met before?" She smiled with a false sense of shy. It was almost cute. Almost.

  "No, I don't think we've met." Damon motioned toward Kendal. "This is my good friend, Dr. Kendal Tarrington. I'm Damon Bryant."

  "Your name is familiar." She pressed her fingers to her lips.

  Damon couldn't help but chuckle under his breath at the way Kendal tensed up. He was forever lost to being confident around women after all the shit he'd been through. Funny enough, he was the biggest playboy outside of Damon back in school.

  "Maybe we fucked in college?" Damon tilted his head and lifted his shoulders.

  She laughed and glanced over her shoulder before returning her stare to Damon. "Maybe, but I think I would have remembered. I'm Terri."

  "Nice to meet you, Terri. I'm a taken man, so this conversation is over before it's even begun, but Kendal here is-"

  "Taken too. Thanks." Kendal smiled and waved at the woman.

  "I wasn't hitting on you." She snorted as if her actions had nothing to do with bedding one of them for the afternoon. "I just thought you were familiar."

  "Well, now you know our names." Damon shooed her away as her smile dropped. "If you'll run along... Thanks."

  Her face fell as she turned and flipped her hair over her shoulder. "Asshole."

  "Damon. Shit." Kendal picked up his glass and emptied it. "Anyway, back to the conversation on Bethany. She seems like a nice girl. I think you should take it slow. She's been through a lot with her friend getting stabbed. My understanding is that they're going to subpoena her to come testify against the girl who did it."

  "The one that was her roommate?" Damon finished his wine too and pushed his plate away. Meeting Kendal for a short lunch to catch up seemed like a good idea until the guy decided to shit on Damon's good news. Was everyone so fucking careful in life? Where was the risk-taker Damon remembered the good professor to be?

  Life kicked him in the nuts too many times.

  "You're diverting and doing a horrible job of it." Kendal picked up a fry from his half-empty plate. "Tell me you'll be careful with her."

  "What are you, her daddy?" Damon picked up his napkin, wiped his mouth and stood. "I gotta get back to the office. She's in good hands, old man. Stop worrying about me and find yourself a woman that makes you crazy, like Beth makes me."

  "Right. See you sometime soon, buddy." Kendal lifted his hand, and Damon shook it before walking to the bathroom.

  He didn't get to the door before a leggy brunette with pretty eyes and ruby-red lips stepped in front of him. She was one of the women with the scout that was sent over to the table moments ago.

  "Hi. I'm Lisa." She put her hand in the middle of his chest and pressed her teeth to her bottom lip.

  Damon moved her hand off his chest with little to no emotion. "Hi, Lisa. Like I told your friend back there, I'm a taken man. I'm not interested in being accosted by the gaggle of you. Find another chump to spread your legs for."

  "What?" Her distressed expression was good, but not quite convincing.

  "Right. Excuse me." He moved around her and pushed the door to the bathroom open as a growl rumbled deep in his chest. Women like the ones at the bar were a dime a dozen and always seemed to think that flashing a pretty smile was going to win them something. How many times had he refused someone in the last month? Too many times to count, and yet it was nothing to brag about. It was exhausting.

  He stopped in front of the mirror and washed his hands as his eyes moved along his face. Dark circles sat under his eyes, not enough for most to notice, but he could see them without trying. Touching the soft skin, he shook his head.

  "Fuck, maybe Kendal was right." Maybe he ha
d moved too fast. She was just the full package and would understand him if she could work past his unwillingness to share. She came from a broken past like he did. It didn't matter that it was a different set of circumstances. They were still both fucked up, and something about that gave him peace.

  He pulled out his phone and flipped through a few of the pictures they'd taken on their vacation as he let out a long breath.

  Long brown hair and green eyes that captivated him. A small waist and huge tits that took up most of his palm. He closed his eyes and dropped his phone back into his pocket as his body woke up. He didn't care how fast things had gone. He'd give anything to hang on to the feeling she left him with - pay any price.

  They could get to know each other over the next year and figure things out slowly, but no one unwrapped a package they didn't first purchase. That was Bethany. He'd put himself into wanting to try something more than a fuck-buddy relationship with her, and now it was time to be deliberate in learning about her, figuring out what made her tick.

  He opened his eyes and pursed his lips as his pulse spiked. He'd popped the question simply because he didn't want to lose her. She was beyond worried about them being siblings, but it was an invalid concern, or at least it seemed to be.

  He hadn't thought too much about it.

  After wiping off his hands, he walked out of the restroom and through the center of the restaurant. Kendal was gone, but the girls at the bar weren't. He winked at them as he moved past them, teasing the whorish idiots.

  Why women weren't more dedicated to their men was a mystery. It almost seemed as if all the stories that populated the water cooler were about the bastard executives cheating on their wives, and yet Damon had seen the flip-side more times than he cared to admit.

  He pulled out his phone as he handed the valet his ticket. Bethany answered on the second ring.

  "Hey. Where are you?" Her voice was soft and sweet, like the innocent girl she wasn't.

  "Leaving lunch. Where are you is the question? You get unpacked this morning?" Their flight back the night before from Jamaica had worn the poor girl down. He'd given her the day off but almost lamented doing it. Seeing her back in their normal surroundings would have helped to settle his unease. His father hadn't been too thrilled about him proposing so early either, but it wasn't anyone's fucking decision but his.