Taming Her Past - Protecting Her Future: BBW Erotic Romance (Hearts of Heroes Book 2)

by Rayne O'Gara

  “Excuse you? You want me to excuse you? Yes I admit I don’t know you but only because you never gave me that chance! You heard “Detective” and your little nose turned up and you have treated me like shit on the bottom of your shoe!” I growl.

  “I did not!” Harmony sneers.

  “Don’t interrupt, your highness, it’s my turn to talk.”

  With my words, Harmony lets out a shriek and I am barely able to catch the flying palm headed toward my face. With my fingers around her wrist stopping her path mid-flight, I push her against the closed door, immobilizing her body with mine. Her sweet flowery sent surrounds me and I fall in line with my body’s desires. Even through the yelling, my cock is straining against my pants trying to bust out of my zipper. Pushing my rock hard shaft into her rounded stomach, a groan rumbles from my chest at the sweet friction. With one hand pinning her wrist to the door behind her, I wrap my free hand around the back of her neck, grabbing some of her soft as silk hair in the process. I shift her head up, making her look at me and I see the same desire reflected back from her eyes.

  “Disgust is not a word in my vocabulary when I think about you, Harm,” I whisper. With a shocked gasp from her, I can no longer hold myself back. I have to know her taste, I have waited too long. No thoughts of finesse, of being easy, I am driven by pure lust.

  Slamming my mouth down onto hers, I waste no time before my tongue is rubbing against hers. God, she tastes so fucking sweet. Pixie sticks…she tastes like pixie sticks! Catching her whimpers in my mouth only fuels my passion. Her tempting body takes life as she pushes back into my chest, jerking on her captured wrist until I am forced to let go of my prize.

  My hands take up a mind of their own and start to explore her lush body. Large soft breasts, more than a handful for me, just fucking perfect. I mold her breast with my hand and feel her hard protruding nipple against my palm. I am not able to stop, I tweak and lightly twist the nub through her clothing, making her moan into my mouth. Her hands on me sets my skin on fire as she skims and grabs every part of me she can reach, finally settling still on the back of my neck and hip, pulling me closer like she is trying to have me climb inside her. I break the kiss but never take my mouth away as I start making my way down her chin and neck with kisses, licks, and little nips with my teeth before licking the sting away. Every nip of my teeth sends her hips up against mine.

  Abandoning her breasts, I skim my hands down her large round hips and lift her long flowing skirt up to her thighs before grasping her hips, and with a quick lift have her up and center, just where I want to be. Quick legs wrapping around my hips has my throbbing dick between her thighs and pressing against her hot treasure. Fuck, I can feel how hot and wet she is!

  “Fuck, baby! You feel so hot. I want to be in that tight little pussy. I want to feel you cream all over me as you come on my cock,” I whisper in her ear before sucking the tempting lobe into my mouth.

  “Yes, Luc, yes,” she moans. I have never heard my name sound so sweet. With her stable around my hips, I slide my left hand up her silky thigh under her skirt.

  “Oh yes, you are drenched for me, baby.” Her whimpers almost push me over the edge. Bringing my glistening fingers to my mouth, I suck all of her sweet and tangy juices off, leaving me wanting more. “Mmmm. I want more. You taste so good, I could eat your sweet pussy for hours,” I tell her with a husky voice. A tug of my hair and a pull of my neck has her mouth close enough to start devouring me. Her hot little tongue thrusts deep in my mouth, so powerful our teeth clack together. Our slow rub has gained momentum, bringing me closer and closer to my climax. I’m going to come in my pants if we don’t slow down, I didn’t even do that when I was a teen!

  An annoying trill starts bringing me back to my surroundings. Fighting the sound I want nothing more than to continue where we were headed, which in just a short time would be me sunk balls deep and her screaming my name, but she must hear it too because she slows the kiss and relaxes away from me. Breathing heavy, the both of us just stare into each other’s eyes as reality dawns on us at almost the same time.

  Harmony’s beautiful cat eyes widen and she frantically looks around.

  “Oh my God.” Legs sliding down off my hips, she stands fully on her own. “Oh my God!” she says again but with more conviction. She scurries for her purse and, spying the strap under one of the metal wire shelving, bends over to retrieve it, flashing me a perfect view of her rounded ass. The growl escapes my throat before I can stop it, which makes her jump and spin around. Hand held out like she is trying to fend me off, my eyebrow raises in a silent question.

  “No. I am sorry, Luc, about bumping into you, my attitude, everything. But this cannot happen again,” Harmony explains as she shakes her head.

  “Son of a fucking bitch,” I sigh out, tossing my head back and scrubbing my hands down my face before looking back at her. “You’re right, Harm, I am sorry too. This won’t happen again.” Spying her discarded pages by my feet, I bend down and scoop it up. “Here is your missing paperwork,” I say as I hand her the tan colored file.

  “Thank you, Detective.”

  “You’re welcome, Harmony,” I answer, refusing to go back to calling her Miss Saint-Marks. I think we have moved on to first names. “You go first,” I suggest.

  “Why me first?”

  I look down at my protruding bulge and clear my throat before looking back at her. “Ah, I need a couple of moments,” I explain.

  A blush covers her cheeks before she turns, straightens her back, and opens the door. A look left then right, she nods and walks with all the confidence in the world into the abandoned hallway.

  Quickly closing the door behind her, I lean back and close my eyes trying to think of anything to get my boner to deflate. Guys, think of guys. Um…Rob, Tony, Will, the Chief… Snapping my eyes open, the realization of what just happened hit me fully. “Shit! What the fuck did I just do!?”

  With my erection now non-existent, I am able to give myself a readjustment. Grabbing the doorknob, I take in a large breath, hold it for three seconds, then let it out in a calming exhale. My younger sister, Gabriella, is into the whole yoga is awesome kick. But all I see is unnatural body positions and a busted back. The breathing is a good idea though. That is something I actually listened to and now exercise a somewhat meditation. In secret.

  Cracking the closet door, I copy Harmony’s lookout moves. All clear, I am back to walking the plain hallway within seconds, none the wiser. A quick check of my watch has me hasten my steps. I have little time left before needing to be at Rob’s. I need to hit my home gym and work out some tension. If I show up this wound up, Sofie will throw endless questions at me that I am not ready or able to answer. Jesus, I’ve fucked up.

  Chapter Four

  Luccas…

  Bare chested and in my workout shorts, I make my way down the six stairs that lead to my basement. After moving into my three-bedroom brick house the first thing I did was setup my gym. A lot of late night frustrations from a case has landed me down here. I use the weights and treadmill to clear my head and keep myself fit, ensuring a better job well done. When Viktor is home from deployment, he normally crashes in one of my extra rooms and has easy access to the gym, he has his own demons to work out without having to answering to Mom. God, how long has he been gone this time? Over a year. It has been too long apart. Thankfully his time is almost up. The plan has always been that when he’s out and done, he will move in here with me. I have the space and it will be good to see him safe.

  Docking my iPod, I hit play. With remote in hand I get in position to start my run. Hearing the first strains of Eminem’s “Till I Collapse”, I turn up the volume to max and start pounding the belt. In a smooth jog, I try to lose myself in the beats of the song. I just need her out of my head. Everything I think, I feel, pertains to her. I need to shut down my emotions. I have succeeded before with other women—shut them out—shut them down. A relationship is just not what I’m looking for right now. I have
to be focused on my work. Some call me a workaholic, I say dedicated. But nights can get lonely. Dammit, I am a man, I have desires, but I have never been one for one-nighters or hooking up with some bar bunny in the bathroom. Which I am really not risking even with a rubber. So it leaves me with a relationship or my hand. No time for ‘take me out and woo me’, so Rosie Palm and her five sisters works just fine for now. But fuck! With Harmony I’m all over the place. Enraged to aroused in point two seconds.

  Her lush body pressed up to mine had my thought process going out the fucking window. I was a second away from being tongue deep in her sweet pussy and then balls deep, not even caring where and when it happened, before her phone went off. Mmmmm, she tasted so fucking good. Sweet and just a little tangy, I have never had something that delicious. I would go between those thick thighs to eat breakfast, lunch, and dinner if I could.

  Shutting down the treadmill, I jump off and rearrange my now throbbing erection. I find it a very difficult task to run with a hard-on. After a swig of water and a fast taping up of my hands has me pounding away at the black punching bag hanging from my celling. The hard punches in rapid secession brings back my focus. There is nothing good coming from my thoughts of her. Nothing more will ever happen. She my boss’s daughter for fuck’s sake. And of course I get the inner devil saying she wants me too.

  “No,” I say before one last punch. “Nothing can happen again.” A look to my wall clock has me un-taping my hands. I have time for a fast shower and then I’m off to dinner. One thing you don’t want to do is to show up late to Sofie’s.

  As I climb the stairs, I finish my water then toss the empty bottle into my recycling bin on my way to my bathroom. Setting my towel on the bench in my walk-in shower, I turn the spray as hot as I can stand. Picking up my shampoo, I give my hair a quick wash before starting on my shower gel. The hard hot pounding of the water soothes my tight and tired muscles. Bracing my hands up against the tiled wall, I drop my head and close my eyes as I Iet the water try to soothe my soul.

  Steam floats around me, pulling me into an almost dreamlike state where Harmony waits. Lathering up with my soap, I start to wash off the sweat. The hands washing my body turn into her hands. The heat from the water becomes the heat from her tongue as she licks everywhere the water touches. Her hands move from my chest, slightly grazing my hardened nipples, down my flat stomach, into my thatch of dark curls heading for her prize. Soft but strong fingers grasp my hardness and squeeze gently. The veins on my shaft pop out, pulsing with my heart beat. Faster strokes from her talented little hand has me groan out loud.

  “Yes, baby. Make me come for you.”

  Beautiful cat eyes sparkle up at me as she kneels down at my feet.

  “I need to taste you, Luc, please.” Her soft, sweet voice entrances me. Weaving my hand into her wet hair, I watch as her mouth engulfs inch by inch of my hard cock into her sucking mouth and down her throat.

  “I’m close, baby,” I moan.

  “Give it to me, Luc. I want your cum in my mouth,” she whimpers at me, eyes begging.

  Three more quick pumps and the vision of her open, waiting mouth, has me yell out my release. Spurt after spurt of my hot cum ends up all over my dark blue shower tiles.

  Fuck! I bury my head into my forearm, which is propped up against the wall, and try to catch my breath. This is all it can be, never more than a fantasy. Snapping the water off, I grab up my towel and as I dry off I make my way toward my bedroom, down the hall, to get dressed.

  Relaxed in my jeans and black t-shirt, I slip on my old worn tennis shoes and start to leave the house. Shit, I forgot. A left turn into my kitchen and then to my fridge has me now, for real this time, ready to head out. Bottle of wine safely settled and riding shotgun, I back out of my driveway and I’m on my way.

  Six blocks away and about ten minutes later, I pull up and park behind Rob’s beast of a truck, at the curb. Car shut off, unbuckled, and bottle of wine in hand, I make my way to their door when it opens before I get fully up the walkway.

  “Hey, Rob.”

  “Hey. Sofie’s in there cookin’ up a storm. You better like it ‘cause I had to run to the store. Twice.”

  I chuckle at his put out expression.

  “I could always just leave.” Joking when I say it, I actually like the idea more and more now that it’s swirling around. With thoughts of Harmony still streaming in like high def, being with Sofie isn’t such a good idea. Why can I not get her out of my head?

  “Not gunna happen,” Rob mutters before leading me into his house. The slam of the door makes me jump. I’m losing my edge. Why does it feel like I’m headed into an interrogation like a criminal? Because you made out and almost fucked your boss’s daughter in a janitor’s closet at the police station. A snarky part of my brain answers.

  “Luc!” a slight bundle of Sofie hits my chest full force and I stumble back. I return the hug before setting her away.

  “Now, now, not in front of the husband,” I tease.

  She’s instantly pulled backwards into Rob’s embrace and I get a glare sent in my direction.

  “Don’t rile him up on purpose, Luc. I’m happy to see you, but I’ll let him kick your ass,” says Sofie, patting Rob’s burly arm around her stomach.

  “He knows I was teasing. I gave him an excuse to hold you, he’s thrilled. Here you are,” I say, trying to hold in my laugh at Rob’s eye roll. She snatches the wine out of my hand and disappears back into the kitchen.

  “This will go great with dinner, thanks!” she hollers.

  “You wanna beer?” Rob asks me.

  “Dyin’ for one, thanks,” I answer and he’s gone with hurried steps.

  Looking around the well-styled place, I gaze at the pictures on the fireplace mantle. They look so happy. I want that. Doubtful it’s going to happen anytime soon, but this is my goal. Maybe not to someone as forceful as Sofie, I like to be in control of myself. Rob’s really not minding it though.

  “Sit,” his gruff voice sounds behind me followed by a creak of his chair.

  I follow suit and sit down on the couch across from him, picking up my already opened beer bottle off the coffee table.

  “She’s makin’ some kind of Fettuccini something or other. You’re Italian so she wanted to pay homage to your country.” I raise my brows at him. “Don’t give me that look, I don’t know, I think she just wants an excuse to go all out.”

  “She should call my mom, switch recipes and stuff,” I joke.

  “You say that when you don’t mean it and she will call her. Even if you don’t give her the number. Sofe can be scary when it comes to finding people. I keep telling her she needs to drop the publicity and go for PI.”

  I snort into my beer. “Yeah? What she say to that?”

  “She patted my leg and said, “Aw, honey”.”

  I laugh. It feels good to laugh. I’m relaxed like I haven’t been for a long time. Maybe coming here wasn’t such a bad idea after all.

  “Down to the gritty. Vacation, huh?”

  And there starts the ranting. Rob sits back quietly and just lets me vent my spleen. Relaxation gone completely. I think I set a new record for the most times saying ‘Its bullshit’ in one conversation. Soon I am cut off by Sofie yelling that dinner’s ready.

  Finding our places at the set table, I have to hand it to her designing skills. She knows how to set an image.

  “Thank you for dinner, Sofie, it looks great,” I say, remembering my manners.

  We dig in. Damn she can cook.

  Halfway done, Sofie clinks her silverware down onto her plate and watches me silently. Not able to stand the scrutiny any longer, I put my own fork down.

  “Yes?” I ask.

  “Who is she?” she asks point-blank.

  Fuck! How did she see that?

  “Excuse me?”

  I can play this off.

  “I wasn’t sure if it was a she that’s bugging you but with that reaction? I’m sure it’s a female now. So. Who is
she?”

  A glance over to Rob has my gut tighten. He’s no help. Gulping down the rest of my wine I fortify myself.

  “Her name’s Harmony. There is no story. She’s off limits. The end. Don’t dig into this, Sofie.” There, maybe that will work.

  “The end, huh? If that is all there is to it then why are you tied up in knots?”

  Shit.

  “I’m not over her. I’m pissed at the time off.”

  “Bullshit.” This from Rob. What side is he on anyway? I give him a good glare before Sofie clears her throat and my attention is back on her.

  “I agree, bullshit. You’re tense, angry, and more so than usual. It’s not all about the job, though I do concede some of it is, but stop lying to us. Rob said you wanted to see if I knew anyone to hook you up with. I’m not going to do that if you’re hung up on someone. Especially if that someone is just right for you. So. Spill.” Her full on professional persona has taken over and I’m done for. There’s no harm in telling them right?

  “All right.” I give. Stop the harassment. “Her name is Harmony Saint-Marks.” A grunt from Rob has me nod my head. “Yeah, sound familiar? We’ve always been cross with each other, okay, more than cross. She rubs me wrong and it’s the same with her. But today,” I scrub my hands down my face and groan, “Today we had a run-in at the station. Ended in a broom closet with me in between her thighs and her biting my neck. If it wasn’t for her phone going off we would have finished it right then and there.”

  “I don’t see the problem. You want her, she wants you, obviously, so what’s the problem?” Sofie asks me. Before I could answer, Rob did it for me.

  “Harmony Saint-Marks is the adopted daughter of Police Chief Marks. His boss’s daughter.”