by Lola Kidd
It was only fitting that his parents got to see the mansion this time too. His stepmother wanted to come and see Lenni's ring in person anyway.
"They're here," he told her. He could hear his stepmother speaking outside.
The front door opened and Patrick announced them. "Mr. and Mrs. Hansen are here, sir."
"We're not going to be the only Mr. and Mrs. soon," Stephanie squealed. She entered the home with her arms spread wide and pulled Lenni in a tight hug and then pushed her back. "But let's see the ring."
"Let me kiss her hello first," his father said. He gave Lenni a quick kiss on the cheek. "But she's right. Show us the ring."
"I never thought this day would come," Stephanie gushed, pulling Lenni's hand close to her. "I knew you were special as soon as I saw you. This ring is almost as gorgeous as you."
"I could say the same thing," Beckett said.
"He sure didn't act that way," Potter chuckled. "But I'm glad you figured out your mistake in the end. I really thought you were going to let this one get away."
He growled. He hadn't been mistaken. He had just been slow to realize the truth. He hated when they teased him like this.
"So how did he propose?" Stephanie asked.
He looked at Lenni and smiled. He loved telling the story. "I put it on the top of pizza. When she opened the box, there it was spelled out in green peppers and pineapple. 'Will you marry me?'"
Stephanie's mouth dropped open. "Is that romantic for you two? Please tell me there is some significance to the pizza."
Lenni laughed. "There is. This whole thing started because of pizza. He met my father at a local pizza shop. My father came to ask him to give me a job and that's how I began to work here. If it wasn't for Beckett's love of pizza, none of this would've ever happened."
"I guess I better buy stock in that pizza place," his father laughed.
"That has to be the first love story brought to you by pizza," Stephanie shook her head. She hugged Beckett. "I'm so proud of you. I love you, honey."
He coughed and held his arms at his side. "Thank you. I love you too."
She looked like she wanted to cry. He was afraid he had said the wrong thing.
"We're so glad you guys came," Lenni said quickly. "Why don't you let me show you around, Steph?"
"I have a pot of coffee in the kitchen," Potter offered. "You're going to love the new remodel. Come on, dear."
Stephanie nodded. "Thanks. That sounds wonderful."
She was going to cry. He waited until they were a few steps away before turning to his father.
"Did I say something wrong?" he whispered.
His father shook his head. "You didn't do anything wrong, son. You said everything right. I'm proud of you too. You've come so far this last year. Your mother would be proud too."
"I hope so."
Even if he hadn't gotten a chance to know her, Beckett knew his mother wanted the best for him. And nothing was going to be better than what he had now. A family and a house full of love. And once he got married, he would fill it with children too. He had everything she could ever dream of for him. More than he could have ever dreamed of for himself. This was it. This was the life he was supposed to have and it was finally his.
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A Taste: Taken by the Shifters
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Chapter One
I headed straight for the farmers' market after my early morning Overeaters Anonymous meeting. The meeting had been crowded, even for a Saturday. This was only my fourth meeting and I was very dubious about its worth. In the last month, I had still eaten a bowl of ice cream every night for dessert followed by cookies few hours later. Each night I felt that same familiar hunger that didn’t abate until I had stuffed myself with ice cream or cookies or cake. It was the same as always.
I had only started going to the meeting after my therapist had suggested it. She thought it may help me feel better about myself and help curb my ravenous desire if I could talk with others about my problems with food. Unfortunately, it didn’t seem to be working. I still couldn’t control myself. I had stopped seeing the therapist a week ago. I’d only come to this meeting because I had promised my mother I would go for a month before stopping.
As if on cue, my phone vibrated as I pulled into a parking spot.
“Good morning, dear, how was your meeting?” my mother chirped.
“Not great, Mom. I told you this was likely my last one.”
“Really?” She couldn’t hide the disappointment in her voice. “Maybe you need to go longer for it to really work. You know Susan Asher lost sixty pounds last year and she says it was all thanks to the meetings.”
“Well, I’m not Susan Asher,” I snapped. “Mom, I will lose weight if I’m meant to lose weight. I’m not going to go to a meeting and pour my heart out about problems I don’t have.”
“Alright dear,” she sighed. “You’re still coming to dinner tomorrow night, right?”
“Of course, Mom. I’ll pick up something from the market and make a veggie side dish. Tell Grandma I love her.”
“I will. Bye, honey.”
“Bye, Mom.” I hung my phone up and put my head on the steering wheel. I knew she was only trying to help, but I was beyond tired of her weight loss suggestions. I had always been bigger, but bigger didn’t mean bad. My “problem” with food was that I liked it. I didn’t feel bad whenever I ate something delicious, I felt great. I didn’t eat until I was sick or feel ashamed about eating in front of people. I was how I was; I wished other people could accept that.
I pulled my sunhat from the back seat and tugged it over my curly, brown hair before leaving my car. I loved my weekly ritual of going to the farmers' market each weekend in the summers. It had started three years ago, thanks to my last boyfriend. The first morning he had insisted we get up to buy fresh vegetables, I had balked. I wanted to sleep in, maybe get some lazy afternoon sex in, before we got up to do errands. He had informed me coolly that he would be leaving for the market in half an hour with or without me. I had gotten the message and gotten out of bed a few minutes later. I wished I had gotten the message about what a jerk he was as easily. It hadn’t been all bad because I had fallen in love with the place instantly. The variety, the sellers, the community spirit that infused the place; I loved everything about it.
Unlike the OA meeting the farmers' market wasn’t crowded. Even though many people milled around the various stalls, the space was so huge it was difficult to feel boxed in. I had no particular find in mind so I just wandered the aisles seeing what was to offer. I stopped to admire some cabbages set out at one of my favorite stalls when I caught a glance of something even more enticing at a stall in the next row. I only saw him from the back, but I was intrigued. Dark hair, a neck with a deep tan that hinted at outdoor work, maybe of the manual muscle-building sort, impossibly broad shoulders, and from where I was standing he appeared to be very tall. His jeans seemed painted on to his tight ass and the button-down flannel clung to his arms in the morning heat. I hoped I was around when he decided the heat was too much and removed that shirt.
I stepped away from the cabbages and walked between the aisles toward the one where Tall, Dark and Handsome was standing. Oh, he wasn’t inspecting the stall, he was helping put out more products. Wonderful! Even if I didn’t ge
t a chance to speak to him today, I might be able to find him here next week or the week after. I covertly made my way closer. I looked at earrings at the stall three away from him. He was putting wood carvings out on the stand. They were selling homemade wood crafts. There was only one other similar booth at this market. I bet they were doing decent business since he had to restock before they had been open two hours.
I turned slightly so I could see his face without being obvious. As expected, he was GORGEOUS. He looked like something from the cover of a romance novel. His face was masculine with bushy eyebrows, a strong jaw line, and sensually full lips.
I dared to get closer and walked to the booth next to his. Less than five feet were between us now. I could cross the distance in less than three steps and place a hand on his chest or down his pants. I was close enough to tell his eyes were dark, maybe even black. He was tall, well over six feet. As I stared openly, intoxicated by his image, he looked up, likely feeling my hungry eyes on him. I knew I should look away or at least lower my eyes ashamed of being caught, but I couldn’t. I wasn’t ashamed at all. I would have stripped and fucked him there in front of everyone if he was game. I stared back, a coy smile on my lips. And to my utter delight he smiled back.
I crossed the distance between us and picked up the wood pipe he had just laid down. I ran my fingers over it, stroking it gently.
“You have a beautiful piece,” I said, looking him in the eye.
His mouth opened and closed once without sound. I saw his eyes travel from my brown eyes down my body from my ample cleavage to my shapely calves. I may be a big girl, but I was a hot girl too. My belly may have been jiggly and have a few rolls of extra fat, but that didn’t take away from my beauty. I was wearing a short sundress that showcased all my best features. I knew he wouldn’t be disappointed in what he saw.
Finally he spoke, “Thank you. I didn’t make all of them, but that one is mine. Do you smoke?”
“I’ve had a few pipes between my lips, but I wouldn’t say I was a smoker, no.”
“Not a smoker, you say? Well then, we don’t have anything here that would interest you. But I think I may have something in my truck for you. If you’d be willing to come with me, I have a few things I would love to show you.”
I pretended to think for a minute, “If you think it’s something I would like, then yes, I would love to see what you’ve got.”
He beamed and turned to the withered man behind the table, “Grandpa, I’m gonna take a walk with this lady for a minute. I’ll bring more carvings back with me, alright?”
The old man gave an imperceptible nod and Gorgeous walked away with me at his heels.
“I’m Luke,” he said. “I didn’t catch your name, beautiful.”
“I’m Elle. Nice to meet you, Luke.” I said.
I was beyond intelligent conversation at this point. I wasn’t quite sure what I was doing. I just had the overwhelming urge to go with him. I couldn’t believe this was happening. This god was about to take me out to his car and fuck me silly. At least that’s what I was hoping he was going to do. If he pulled a wood turtle or something out of his truck to show me, I didn’t think I would be able to hide my disappointment.
I was dying to get to the car already. We wove through the crowd of shoppers looking at all the stuff for sale. As we neared the edge of the booths, the crowd thinned. He took a turn to walk between two stalls and took a short cut to the vendor parking lot.
I say parking lot, but that’s being too kind. It was a field. All the cars were parked haphazardly on the grass. I prayed no one had to retrieve anything from their car for the next hour. I followed closely as he stepped between pickups and farm trucks. I was panting. Not from the walk, but from lust. I watched his ass move in front of me, licking my lips. We came to a dust-covered, black truck when he turned suddenly and, grabbing me in his arms, crushed my lips beneath his. I returned his kiss with equal abandon. I opened my mouth slightly and felt his tongue slip inside. Greedily, I reached behind him and squeezed his firm ass.
He released me from his crushing embrace and looked around quickly before pulling the spaghetti straps of my sundress down and pulling my dress to my waist. I wasn’t wearing a bra since the dress had one built in. I was exposed to the late morning sun and anyone who happened to walk past. I didn’t feel the heat from the sun on my chest long before it was replaced by the heat from his mouth. He pulled one nipple into his mouth, putting his huge hand around the other. He sucked hard until my nipple stood at attention. I moaned loudly, not caring if anyone heard. Switching sides, he continued his ministrations as wetness pooled between my legs.
I pulled him up for another kiss so I could slip off his long-sleeved shirt and tank top. I ran my hands along his chest and down his arms. I couldn’t wait any longer so I quickly skimmed back down his body and palmed his dick through his pants. I was happy to see that I wasn’t the only one enjoying this make-out session. He was already hard as a rock.
I squeezed hard and he moaned into my mouth trying to break the kiss. I put one hand on his neck and held his mouth on mine. I wasn’t ready to stop just yet. I wanted him to be really heated up before we got to the main event. I unbuttoned his pants and slipped my hand into his underwear. I hoped he could feel the smile on my face.
Having enough of my teasing, he reached behind me and grabbed my ass with both hands under my dress. Picking me up, he put me on the back of the truck in one fluid motion. I gasped. No other boyfriends or one-night stands had been able to lift my nearly 200lb frame with such ease. He showed no signs of strain, holding the kiss the whole time.
Once I was on the truck, he pulled my dress off me and tossed it into the truck behind me. He shoved me onto my back and ran a hand up my leg. Hooking a finger in the side of my panties, he slowly pulled them down my legs and off. I was now completely naked on the back of a truck in public with a man I didn’t even know. I watched as he got on his knees and buried his beautiful face between my legs.
I felt a jolt of sensation shoot through my limbs as he put his hands on the inside of my legs and forced my thighs further apart so he could get a better view. I threw up a silent prayer in thanks that I decided to give myself neat trim a few days earlier. He traced his index finger along my slit and I spread my legs even further.
It was his turn to tease. I moaned in frustration and bit my lower lip. I sat up slightly as his finger circled my clit and then roughly he shoved it inside of me. I clenched around his finger and arched my back. It had stung a little, but I was so wet he met little resistance. He put his tongue on my clit and licked firmly while moving his finger in and out of my tight hole.
After a few minutes, he slipped another finger inside. I stretched my arms behind me to brace myself and pushed my pussy into his face. He knew what he was doing. I prayed he was as skilled with his dick. I was almost ready to beg him to just put it in me. I was so close to orgasm and I really wanted to come with him inside me.
As if he could read my mind, he stopped and pulled his pants and boxers down, finally revealing his package. It was massive. One of the biggest I had seen in real life. It was porn-star big. I slid down the truck bed and he wrapped one arm around my waist lifting my ass off the truck. I hooked my legs behind him and pulled him close.
“Having fun yet, beautiful?” he asked, staring in my eyes.
“It could be better,” I teased.
“Really?” He asked rubbing the head of his cock along my pussy, teasing my already sensitive clit. I closed my eyes again and moaned.
“Yes,” I said, through gritted teeth. I was trying to hold back my orgasm, but he was making it hard. I scooted forward and tilted my pelvis up trying to force him into me.
“Not so fast, missy,” he said, and pulled back a little. He grabbed my hair and pulled my head back roughly. He stared into my eyes as he slid into me with one strong thrust. I couldn’t help but close my eyes as my face contorted in sweet agony and ecstasy. The lips of my pussy stretched wide to a
ccommodate him. He pulled me closer and kept his hand in my hair as he thrust into me.
He buried himself inside me over and over. I could feel his balls hit my ass. He slowed and leaned in for a kiss. I was shaking. I could feel his pubic bone brush against my clit as we kissed. He slipped his tongue back into my mouth and that pushed me over the edge. I clenched around him hard as my orgasm hit me.
Still kissing me, he reached down between us, finding my clit and rubbing quickly. I started coming again, even harder than the first time. I tried to pull back, overwhelmed by the sensation, but his strong arm held me in place. I threw my head back and moaned loudly. By the time I stopped coming, I leaned back in the truck, spent.
Luke didn’t give me a chance to rest. Instead, he pulled me to my feet and turned me around, bending me over into the truck bed. I grasped onto the edge of the truck as he entered me from behind. He wasted no time picking up the pace this time. He grunted behind me and dug his fingers into my ample hips to pull me back onto his cock. I stood on my toes and tilted my pelvis just a little. Now each frenzied stroke was brushing my g-spot. I started to moan, feeling another orgasm wash over me.
After my legs stopped shaking, he pulled me from the truck bed and pushed me to my knees. I wrapped my lips around his dick quickly. His salty taste filled my mouth as I ran my tongue over the head of his dick. He moaned above me, a sound I desperately wanted to hear more. I moved forward putting as much of him into my mouth as I could before sliding my mouth back up his shaft, twisting my head slightly. I eagerly bobbed my head, eliciting another sweet moan from him. After a few bobs up and back, he grabbed my hair again, holding my head in place as he came into my mouth. I drank down as much of his salty come as I could. Some dribbled out around my over-stretched lips and fell on the grass under us.
