by Alexa Blue
OUR FOREVER
A Steamy Older Alpha and Younger BBW Romance
Every Curvy Inch Book 2
Alexa Blue
Copyright © 2019 Alexa Blue
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This is a work of fiction. All characters, places, websites, and names are the product of the author’s imagination. Nothing in the text reference any real people, places, or entities. All similarities are purely coincidental.
Book and Cover design by Alexa Blue
First Edition: 2019
CONTENTS
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER TWELVE
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
EPILOGUE
EPILOGUE
MAILING LIST
MORE FROM ALEXA
AFTERWARD
Chapter One
Brooke
I sneak my best friend a playful wink before I leave her house and head off for a ‘date’ set up by my sister.
A glimmer of love shines in my friend’s eyes whenever she glanced at the hunky man in her house. I whispered what Lexi was thinking in his ear to help her say what she couldn’t and get the inevitable moving quicker. The sexual chemistry between those two is unreal. Their greedy eyes tell a story, and they are probably going to have a sizzling session any minute now. I pray he doesn’t hurt my best friend; I will kill him if he does.
I hope this relationship works out for her, hell Lexi needs a break after her last dick-head of an ex.
I have no plans of falling in love.
I leave home with my face made up to perfection, my clothes mold around every curvy inch of my body. I’m a big girl, and I love my size. Never change who you are for anyone; that’s what I always say—the only person whose opinion matters is my own.
For months, I was off boys. I convinced myself I can find happiness without the baggage of men, but a lady can only take so much of the vibrating toy she keeps in her dresser. Now, I see guys, but I have two strict rules.
I never see the same man twice
I don’t do emotions
Any relationship becomes more complicated once emotions get involved.
Amanda set up this date—at least, she gave him my number, and he texted me. Since then, we’ve been chatting every day. Amanda, my younger sister, was at her friend’s bachelorette party when she chatted up the rented hunk dressed as a police officer. After a few minutes of conversation, she wasn’t interested in him, not with him being a stripper. But she spoke to him because she believed I’d be a better match. Amanda tells me the guy I’m about to meet up within the next thirty minutes doesn’t do relationships, and he loves curvy girls.
The thought of a date with a male stripper freaks out most girls, but I don’t mind. If anything, I find the idea thrilling. As an adult entertainer, the man must be packing, and hopefully, he knows what he’s doing in the bedroom. I couldn’t give two shits about someone’s occupation. I’m not like I’m looking for a marriage proposal.
My job as an assistant real estate agent isn’t all that wonderful either. Basically, I’m the real estate agent’s bitch. Hopefully, I can become a real estate agent soon and start making decent cash.
Amanda is younger than me by 11 months, and I have a brother that’s one year older than me. I was supposed to have another sister that would have been two years younger than me, but sadly, my mother had a miscarriage. Since then, I suspect my parents bought a television set or found something else to occupy their time. Our family had struggled with their weight all our lives—lousy genetics, I guess. The funny thing is we eat healthier than most ordinary families. I made peace with my body and embrace my every curve since the age of 16.
I jump in the backseat of my Uber and give the driver a flirtatious smile as we head off to my date. Amanda tells me I am too flirty, and if I keep it up, I will never find a man. I say, screw them. I am who I am, and I’m not about to change for anyone—that could just be the stubborn Leo in me talking.
We arrive in China Town, and I stand outside Kung-Fu kitchen, wondering why anyone would choose this spot for a date?
This guy does not do relationships, and I believe him because this restaurant is the last place you’d bring someone to if you were trying to impress them.
I walk inside the restaurant, and it doesn’t take me long to spot Storm, standing out like a hunky piece of meat. Dear God, the pictures he sent me does little justice to how sexy he is in person.
He scans his wristwatch, and I feel bad about my time-keeping skills. Even seated, I can see Storm’s a big man. With broad shoulders, sexy biceps, those magnetic eyes, and the most perfect olive complexion, Storm looks like a Greek God. A Greek God I cannot wait to devour.
Storm looks up and notices me. He stands, and I grin, noticing how he crouches forward, struggling to hide the excitement pressing against his pants.
“Hello, big guy, I’m Brooke.”
Chapter Two
Storm
In the corner of my eye, I see two girls checking me out from two tables down. I’ve noticed how they giggle every time I turn my head and look back at them, but, I’m not here for them. Today I meet one of the most mysterious women that I’m still struggling to make sense of, despite us chatting for almost two weeks.
I guess it’s always good to have a backup plan. I’ve been waiting at Kung-Fu Kitchen for the last twenty minutes. If Brooke ends up ditching me, I guess I have a Plan B with the two blondes sneaking smiles at me.
Working out and taking good care of my body comes with the job, which explains the attention. My job has its pros and cons, and while most women get excited by the thought of getting kinky with a male stripper, the job title doesn’t scream marriage material. Most women love the idea of getting with a male stripper, but none stay longer to find out anything else about me. Not that I mind, if anything, it’s a blessing in disguise. I get to have no-strings-attached sex with countless women, without the headaches that come with relationships.
But, with Brooke. It’s different, which is why I’m taking her for supper—something I don’t do. Ever.
I figured there’s no better time to get out my comfort zone and do something special like take a woman out on a real date.
Brooke and I have been texting for two weeks now, and it’s incredible how much we’re alike. We both love sleeping in the nude, we’re both adventure junkies, and we both love food. But what stood out most for me was how passionate she was about protecting animals. She strikes me as a feisty girl, but I can tell there’s a soft side to her.
Brooke is like a mystery I have one night to unravel.
Above all, it’s fucking incredible how a woman I’ve never met makes me smile. How she has me reaching for my phone every five minutes, checking for her texts.
I strip at private events but make it crystal clear to all clients that the job does not go further than dancing and stripping for a bunch of drunk, hormonal girls. I never mix business with pleasure, which is what makes it so odd that I was drawn to Amanda, Brooke's sister. Amanda brushed me off and thought I'd be better suited to chat up her
sister. I spent the next few days staring at the piece of paper Amanda handed me, just before I left, with Brooke’s number. I'm not sure what led me to send Brooke that text, but I’ve been glued to my phone since.
From the pictures Brooke sent me, she has curves in all the right places. Brooke also made it clear she’s not looking for anything long term, just plain ol’ fun—sounds like my kind of girl.
I glance down at my wristwatch, wondering if she stood me up when I notice everyone’s attention draw towards the door. Then I spot her.
It’s as if they mute the Chinese music playing in the restaurant. Nothing matters other than the sexy woman walking through the door.
I gaze at the curvy Goddess with parted lips, using the brief time she takes to walk towards me to scrutinize every inch of her thick body. Brooke is a big girl, a real woman! The sight of her leaves me with an instant hard-on. Hell, if we weren’t in a restaurant right now, I’d skip the formalities, bend her over and make her come undone right here.
I've never considered myself the jealous type, though to be fair, I would have had to be in a relationship to make that discovery. I'm generally not jealous, yet I'm aching to slap all the guys that have their greedy eyes glued on her. Brooke is mine… even if it's just for one night.
Her smile is infectious, and I cannot help but beam at the thought that tonight I get to be around the most irresistible girl in the room.
I stand, crouching forward as I extend my hand. If I stand up straight, the raging excitement inside my pants might scare the girl away.
“Hi, big guy, I’m Brooke.”
She takes my hand in hers, and a jolt of electricity shoots up my arm. She pouts her pretty lips as she gives me a devilish grin. Nothing comes close to what I imagined she’d look like in person. The fantasies in my head did little justice to what she looks like.
I swallow hard. “Storm.”
Within moments, Brooke drives my knees weak and leaves me with a reddened face.
“So, good looking, am I the only lucky gal, or do you bring all your dates to a Chinese takeout joint?”
Chapter Three
Brooke
I sit in a Chinese restaurant that Mr. Muscles thinks is an appropriate place for a date. Across from me is the world's hottest guy, and I can't help but feel pissed at my sister. I'm pissed at her for giving this guy up for me. Most woman dream of being seen with a hunk like Storm, yet Amanda passed up the opportunity.
If anything, Amanda would have appreciated him more than me. She’s the girl that dreams of a life with a man that loves her to bits. She’s the kind of girl that believes in ‘true love,’ that when she finds the right man, they’ll be together until the end of time.
Like myself, Amanda’s not looking for a relationship, but for different reasons. I don’t want a long-term man because I know all men are jerks, even those that appear to be nice guys at first. Amanda says good guys exist, but that she’s not good enough for them. She chooses to stay single because she wants to lose the weight before she finds her Mr. Right. I keep telling her the ‘right man’ will love her for who she is, with all her curves.
Unlike Amanda, I love every curvy inch of my body, and any guy that doesn't like it can go straight to hell!
Storm is unlike most guys. From our brief chats, he seems like a real gentleman and keeps saying I have the body of a Goddess. I pretend I’m not fazed by his compliments, but thank God he cannot see how much he makes me smile when he sends me those texts. Apart from him being the most considerate man I’ve come across, it doesn’t hurt that the man is hot as hell. I suppose that’s what makes this date scarier than all the other guys I’ve met. But, I know I cannot let my guard down. Bad shit happens when I let people in too much.
The look on Storm’s face when I ask him about his venue choice for a date is priceless.
The restaurant sounds of ringing bells and the plastic chair I’m sitting on wobbles as if it’s about to cave in any moment now. Still, there’s no place I’d rather be than with the sexy, nervous man in front of me.
“So… Brooke,” Storm tries breaking the awkwardness, “chicken or beef?”
I stare back at him with pouted lips. My fingers twirl in-between my blonde hair strands. “Sushi.”
“Oh, yes. Um, of course,” he says, looking up at our waitress.
I can hardly contain my happiness as I watch him get awkward.
“You don’t do this often, do you?”
“Do what?”
“Take girls out on a date.”
“That obvious?”
The uncomfortable grin on his face has me cackling with laughter. “Relax, to be honest, I don’t go on many dates myself.”
Two blonde bombshells have been checking him out since I’ve walked in, and I cannot help but blush. Girls like them believe they can have any man they want. They ooze confidence with their slim, model-like figures, breasts too large for their bodies and clothes that leave little to the imagination.
I’ve been around girls like these my entire life. When I was younger, it used to get to me—that all the boys would look at the pretty skinny girls and ignore me, as if I were invisible. But, I found happiness once I learned to accept who I am. Once I embraced every inch of my curvy body, guys started taking notice of me. It’s like once I believed I was beautiful, the rest of the world did too.
I glance over at them, sneak them a wink, and fake a smile. Guess what, bitches? The guy’s with me!
Beads of sweat form on Storm’s headline as he focuses on lifting chowmein using his chopsticks. His last two attempts were in vain. If he continues at this rate, I suspect Mr. Muscles will go home a hungry man, unless he plays his cards right. Storm may not get any of his chowmein down, but I can think of something better for him to nibble on.
Judging from the way he eats with chopsticks, I can tell I’m the first lucky girl that gets to go to a Chinese restaurant, and from the way he tries, I suspect this is him making an impression.
By the time he slips the fourth mouthful, my heart goes out for him. “You know they provide forks for a reason, right? You don’t have to eat with those damn sticks…”
Storm's face sharpens. “No, no, I’ve got this!” My eyes widen as he finally grips a mouthful of chowmein with his chopsticks. He stares at his sticks, eyes large with glee as he pulls the food to his mouth, and then his sticks slip, losing grip of his noodles.
Storm’s eyes grow wide when he discovers half his food landed on my breasts.
Without giving it any second thought, Storm shoots his hand out, cleaning the noodles from my tits. It takes him a moment to realize his hands are on my breasts. His mouth is open, but his body doesn’t move.
It’s as if his body doesn’t know how to react, he just freezes.
I glance down, taking a few moments to admire the manly veins on his hand. “I won’t lie Mr. Muscles, this does feel good. Your timing is just a little off.”
Storm jerks his hand back, and I struggle to fight back the grin forming on my lips.
This will be a night to remember.
Chapter Four
Storm
Brooke’s breasts on my hand feel fucking magical. I freeze, still caressing her tits. I jerk my hand back.
“Sorry… I’m… Err… not sure what happened there!”
Brooke looks as if she’s drunk with happiness. God, why does this woman look so fucking tasty when she smiles?
“Like I said, I don’t mind, big guy. I’m just not sure if I’ve ever had fantasies of being taken in a Chinese restaurant,” she teases.
A Chinese restaurant is probably not the best way to make an impression. I make a mental note to learn how to eat with these damn sticks when Brooke breaks my train of thought.
“What are you looking for, Mr. Muscles?”
“Why don’t you tell me your expectations first, cupcake?”
Brooke narrows her eyebrows. “The name is Brooke.”
I close in on Brooke, my gaze fixed on her rou
nded lips. For a moment, I imagine those full lips wrapped around my cock, and I bulge under the table. I’ve been so nervous about this date, it’s only natural sitting across someone as sexy as Brooke. But, once I remind myself this is the same girl I've been chatting to for the last two weeks, the same girl that filled me with butterflies, my nerves die down.
“Since you get to call me Mr. Muscles, it only fits I have a cute pet name of my own?”
“Fine, but only for tonight!”
“Just tonight?”
She pouts her lips, pushes her plate aside, and leans in on me. I break the eye contact and lower my eyes on her beautiful breasts. I’d offer my whole plate of noodles if it means getting to touch her tits again.
She lets out a playful sigh. “I thought Amanda told you more about me before giving you my number? But, let me fill you in.” Brooke folds her hands on top of each other and leans in closer. “If we click, we have some fun, a one-night stand,” placing emphasis on ‘one.’
My breathing grows more erratic with each passing second. “Oh? Would you say we’ve clicked?”
She bites her bottom lip and glances down at her breasts. “Considering we’ve moved to second base, I’d say so.”
Brooke’s honesty is refreshing. It’s not often you find a woman so honest, a woman so sure of what she wants and not afraid of saying it.
“I guess it’s a good thing we’re looking for the same… just one night. Me and you, baby!” I say in a low voice.
