Star-Crossed Curves: BBW Erotic Romance Boxed Set

by Carolina Moon

  “I think so, too,” I added.

  “When we see the sheriff again, we’ll get his name and number so you two can hook up,” Ivy said raising one eyebrow seductively at Lilly. “You might as well experiment with some of the stuff you’ve been reading about.”

  I laughed and then remembered the night I had overheard the lovers on the beach. And then memories of Brent appearing out of nowhere and giving me what I needed most filled my thoughts. A shiver of excitement ran down my spine.

  “We’re not going to be here that much longer,” Lilly told her sister.

  Ivy cleared her throat and we both looked at her expectantly.

  “I called Granny and begged off for a couple more days. Told her what a grand time we were having and how much we were enjoying being with Mom. She said it was okay for us to stay a couple more days,” Ivy told us. “I hope that’s okay.”

  “Of course, its okay,” I said hesitantly. I really was enjoying their visit but if something bad happened, I didn’t want them in danger either. “You didn’t say anything about our little intruder did you? I wouldn’t want her to worry.”

  Ivy shook her head. “Not a word, but when we do leave, you have to promise to call us every day.”

  “I promise,” I said giving her a mock salute.

  “Twice a day,” Lilly added.

  “Okay, twice a day. Now, let’s eat.”

  Through the trees, I saw the black and white of another patrol car flashing in the late afternoon sun.

  I managed to get some long overdue work done that evening while my daughters watched a movie. Standing up from the computer, I stretched and then wandered into the living room. Both of them were sound asleep. I woke them gently and urged them up the stairs and into their bedrooms. Then I double-checked every door and window in the house, took a shower and headed for my own bed.

  The sheets were cool and inviting and I sank down onto them with a heavy sigh. How I longed to open one of the windows just so I could hear the ocean and smell the fresh air. I hated having to keep everything locked up tight. However, wouldn’t do anything that might put my daughters in danger, especially with that stranger lurking around outside.

  As I lay there, allowing my body to wind down, my thoughts turned to Brent, like they did too often these days. I squirmed against the sheets, remembering how his rough hands felt against my tender skin. My own hands strayed to the warm spot between my legs and I moaned softly into the pillow. He was demanding in bed, all man, and I relished every moment we’d shared during the past two weeks.

  God, how I wished he were here with me, wished he could stay with me always. However, even though my daughters seemed to be more and more accepting of my new life every day, I planned on continuing to keep my relationship with Brent a secret.

  Then, there was that other secret I’d been keeping for so long now. If Brent recognized any part of himself in those two beautiful young women, if he even suspected that he was their father, he would not stop until he reached the bottom of it. It would tear their world apart. And that was a chance I wasn’t willing to take.

  My daughters would never forgive me. And what would the rest of the family thin? We were a pretty close-knit bunch even though we were scattered across the country, but I’d always been sweet little Billie, Michael’s wife, who always did the right thing. I had stayed at home, married and settled down and given him two beautiful daughters. Little did they know.

  Then my husband had died and I realized there was a whole world out there for me to explore. And that I was still young enough to do it.

  The family had been less than pleased when I’d bought this place and moved to the beach. Unlike my daughters who let me know, in no uncertain terms, that they felt I was deserting them. Finding out that Michael wasn’t their real father would devastate not only the girls but the rest of the family as well.

  Struggling with these thoughts, I finally dozed off to sleep and awoke to sun streaming through the windows. Keeping the promise I had made to myself the day before, I took an early morning walk on the beach only to be confronted by two very angry and frightened young ladies when I returned.

  “Where have you been?” Lilly demanded.

  “We couldn’t find you. You scared us half to death,” Ivy’s voice was shaking.

  “And you shouldn’t go down there alone. What if that creep was in the shed? What if he followed you? What if…”

  I did not want to hear whatever horror she had in mind for me. “Girls, I left a note,” I said, pointing to the pink piece of paper on the fridge.

  That mollified them somewhat.

  “You should have woke us up. We would have gone with you,” Ivy was still shook up.

  “I apologize for scaring you,” I said quietly. “But I’m not going to let this little incident make me a prisoner in my own house. I already hate having to keep everything locked up and all the windows and doors closed.”

  They seemed a little more relieved as we talked and then I told them about my plans for the day. “I’ve been doing some research online and I found a potter’s wheel, a kiln and other supplies. I’ve already purchased them and all we have to do is take the van and go pick them up.”

  “Where is it?” Lilly asked.

  “It’s about a 2 hour drive so it’ll be a long day but I thought it would do all of us good to get away from here for a little while,” I explained.

  After taking quick showers and slipping into comfortable clothes, we headed out. And a good eight hours later, tired but happy, we pulled back into the driveway. The lady selling the potting supplies liked to talk and we spent longer there than we meant to. Of course, Lilly wanted to stop at a couple of thrift stores and bookshops along the way.

  “What are you going to do with all of this stuff,” Ivy asked when we were locked safely inside the house. “You can’t put it in the shed yet.”

  “I’ll just leave it in the van. I have to get some electrical service put in there as well,” I explained. “That’s a whole other plan I have to come up with.”

  “But you’ve got the basics and a good plan. I think it’s going to be great,” Ivy said.

  “Now, if they’ll just nail the guy who’s been staying there,” Lilly added.

  “They will,” I assured her. “They have to because I have a studio to put together.”

  It wasn’t long before we all decided to turn in for the night and I realized I was dog tired. I sank onto those soft sheets and hugged my pillow close, as always longing for Brent.

  At precisely two in the morning, I sat up, wide awake, shaking all over, heart pounding. Was I dreaming or had I heard something? I held my breath and struggled to hear something…anything. Nothing. Crickets? The wind?

  Then I heard it.

  A soft tapping on the door leading from my deck to my bedroom. I gasped and instinctively pulled the covers up around me, as if that would give me any protection against an intruder bent on harming me.

  A big shadow filled the glass, highlighted only by the clear moonlight. It could have been a bear. It could have been the man who had been living in my potting shed. It could have been…

  “Billie, it’s me.”

  “Brent,” I breathed his name, flung the covers aside and practically ripped open the door.

  His arms surrounded me, filling me with comfort and desire at the same time. We kissed, deep and long, as if we had been apart months instead of just days. I sucked hungrily on his tongue and ran my hands across his broad shoulders and down his back, eager to explore every inch of him. I pressed my aching breasts into the wall of his chest and moaned softly when his hands did some exploring of their own.

  “Brent,” I whispered when we came up for air. “How I need you.”

  Catching his roaming hands, I guided them to my breasts. He palmed my stiff nipples through the thin fabric of my t-shirt bringing them into even sharper points. Even in the semi-darkness, even lit only by the moonlight I saw the hunger in his eyes.

  Su
ddenly, feeling bold, I pulled my t-shirt off and tossed it aside. And then I shimmied out of my skimpy panties. Years ago I hid my curves, now I was proud of them. Standing before him naked, I was eager for anything he had in mind. The cool night air felt good against my feverish flesh but there was only one man who could put out the fire raging inside of me. He was the only one I’d ever really wanted in my whole life.

  It was his turn to moan as he gazed at me. Then we kissed again and then he licked his way down my neck to my nipples, tonguing first one and then the other while his hands slid up my inner thighs, tickling, teasing.

  My little fantasy from the night before came back to me. I sank to my knees, my fingers unbuckling his belt and pulling down his zipper. He pushed his clothes down out of the way and I found him rock hard and ready for me. I swirled my tongue around the knob and then sucked him deep into my mouth, glancing up to see his reaction.

  His handsome face was a mask of lust. He ran his fingers through my hair and moved his hips, gently urging me to continue. And I did just that, swallowing as much of him as I could, squeezing him with my lips and using my tongue to tickle his very sensitive spot just under the head. I wanted to pull him inside of me, keep him forever.

  “Billie,” he whispered. “God, your mouth…”

  In answer, I sucked him harder but my own needs were just about to get the best of me.

  Freeing him with a little wet sound, I stroked him with one hand, loving the way he throbbed against my palm. Then I caught one of his hands and pulled him down to the floor beside me. Again, we kissed as I maneuvered him into position, flat on his back with me on top. I unbuttoned his shirt and ran my nose through his crisp chest hairs. I licked his nipples, listening to him gasp softly and whimpered when his hot rod brushed against my very wet pussy.

  I ached to feel him inside of me, feel him filling me up just as he always did. But God, I never wanted this to end. Giving in to my sudden desire to dominate, I slid forward, positioning myself right over his face. He caught my hips in both hands and pulled me down onto him. His tongue darted here and there, circling my clit and slipping inside of me, teasing, causing me to squirm all over. As Brent continued his skillful tongue action, I shuddered through a mini-orgasm, unable to sit still. The pleasure racing through me was exquisite. At the last minute, I remembered my daughters sleeping upstairs and bit my lip to keep quiet.

  When I could stand his torture another second, I moved backward, licking and kissing his wet face as I did so. Reaching between us, I caught his stiff cock by the base and held it steady. Then, my eyes met his as I held myself over top of him, poised just so that my wet heat barely touched the sensitive head.

  “I want you, Billie,” he whispered, his hands sliding up my quivering inner thighs. “I want all of you. I want to belong to you forever.”

  Shuddering, not necessarily at his words but the depth, the passion in his voice, I lowered myself slowly, taking him deep inside of me. When he was buried completely, I rocked back and forth, my rhythm sending thrills through both of us. He made an animal-like sound and moved his hands down the curve of my back to my hips, pulling me even tighter against him, thrusting upward at the same time.

  My breath caught in my throat as his cock worked deeper inside of me than it had ever been. I could not sit still. Balancing myself with my hands on his big chest, I began moving up and down on top of him. Each time I pulled my body almost off his and then sank down again, the need for him grew more intense. Soon, I was sliding up and down on him frantically, loving the way he filled me to capacity and finding it more and more difficult to keep quiet.

  “Yeah, ride me, Billie,” he grunted just loud enough for me to hear. His big hands pulled me harder and harder against him while he bucked upward to meet me.

  “Brent,” I whimpered as my orgasm crested and then subsided and then rose again. Thick, wet sounds filled the room and the musky scent of our sex teased my nose.

  “Come on me,” he growled.

  To keep from screaming with pleasure, I leaned forward and kissed him just as my climax overtook me. My body jerked out of control, my pussy pulsing and fluttering around him and for a while, the only thing I was aware of was the incredible pleasure that Brent brought to me.

  Before I could do much more than catch my breath, Brent rolled me onto my back, never once slipping out of me. And then my legs were over his shoulders and he was thrusting himself even deeper than before, working toward a mind-blowing orgasm of his own. Of course, he was taking me along for the ride and I loved every minute of it.

  I was only vaguely aware of the bedroom rug against my back. I was only vaguely aware of the muffled sounds lover made while he drove himself to the hilt again and again. However, I was completely aware of the look of complete desire on his handsome face and the way he filled my hungry body.

  Suddenly, I could not hold back another moment. “Brent, I’m coming again,” I whispered to him.

  This time he followed me over the edge. Driving himself to the hilt one last time, he exploded deep inside of me. He buried his face in my neck to muffle his cries of pleasure. I struggled to control my own moans of ecstasy as his cock jerked and throbbed and filled me to overflowing.

  When it was over, we were both drenched in sweat, exhausted but content to lie in each other’s arms and let our breathing return to normal.

  “We didn’t even make it to the bed,” he said, caressing my cheek with the back of his finger.

  “I know,” I whispered. “How did you know I needed you tonight? How do you always know?”

  He shrugged. “I just knew. I’ll always be here for you.”

  “After the girls leave…”

  He put his finger to my lips. “Don’t even say it.”

  And the mood was broken.

  He pulled out of my grasp and began to dress, his movements quick and precise. Brent was suddenly all military, all impersonal law official now. “I’ve been keeping an eye on the place. Your intruder seems to have gone under cover.”

  “Maybe he just left,” I suggested, reaching for my own clothes.

  “I don’t think so, not after what you pointed out to me in the shed.”

  “You mean the way everything was put away so neatly?” I questioned.

  I saw Brent nod in the darkness.

  “Have you found out who he is, yet?”

  “DNA and fingerprint testing take longer in real life than on TV,” he explained patiently. “It may take a while.”

  “In the meantime…?”

  “Keep your doors and windows locked, stay alert and call us if you see anything, anything at all, out of the ordinary.”

  With that, he pulled me to my feet, kissed my mouth one last time, harder than ever before and then silently slipped out of the door. I locked it securely behind him and stood there for a long time just staring out at the night and wondering how and how I was going to tell him about my daughters and what was going to become of us then.

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  Two days later, my daughters left.

  I waved at them until they were out of sight and then went back inside. I had enjoyed their visit and I felt like we had covered a lot of emotional ground during their stay. But, finally, I could get back to my normal work routine. And there was plenty to keep me busy. I had to do some research and decide on my marketing strategy to bring some customers to my little bed and breakfast. And then I had to finalize plans for my little potting shed turned artist’s studio.

  If they ever found out who had been living there and why and if he was really gone.

  But the house was way too quiet and empty and I decided to go for a walk down at the beach. I found myself walking a little faster when I passed the shed and chastised myself for being such a coward. With the cops everywhere, that guy was long gone. Yet, on the way back, I scurried past the building. And once inside the house, I locked the door behind me.

  When darkness fell, I crawled into bed with a book. Surely, Brent knew my daug
hters had gone. If he wanted me, he wouldn’t have to sneak around. I smiled. He seemed to like the idea of sneaking around and I had to admit I’d found it pretty exciting as well.

  I dozed off to sleep and woke up with a start when my book fell off the bed to the floor. Picking the book up, I turned out the light, lay back against the pillows, and closed my eyes. Even with the ceiling fan on, my room was hot, muggy. I longed to be able to open a window.

  Why not? If my intruder wanted inside of my house, he could have gotten in before. What would it hurt to open just one window, just a few inches? Tiptoeing through the darkness, I went to the window right beside my bed. It slid open silently and I stood there a minute just drinking in the fresh air and listening to the night. Out on the highway, muffled by the barrier of the trees, a car drove by slowly.

  The police were close by. I was safe.

  I left the window open about six inches and crawled back into bed.

  I was asleep within minutes.

  I was only half awake when I realized someone had caught both of my hands in one strong one. He held them above my head while pawing at my t-shirt.

  “Brent,” I whispered, squirming against him. “We don’t have to sneak anymore.”

  Then someone laughed, a nasty wet sound that ended in a phlem-filled cough. Harsh stubble scraped my skin and a tongue slithered across my flesh. The acrid smell of cigarette smoke filled my head, almost making me gag.

  Now I was wide awake! This wasn’t Brent. This was… As that realization shot through me, I screamed and began to struggle.

  There was that laugh again and a sharp slap across my cheek, which subdued me immediately. I had never been hit before in any way, shape or form and I was surprised at how much it hurt. Tears gathered in my eyes.

  “Not Brent this time,” he grunted.

  Just the way he said Brent’s name made me furious. I struggled again to free my hands and chanted “No, no, no,” over and over. All the while my thoughts raced wildly. Did I have a weapon? If I could get away from him where could I hide?

  As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I saw the dark form reaching for something. The lamp switch.