Curve Patrol (BBW Erotic Romance)

by Christa Wick

  CURVE PATROL

  Big Girls Next Door Erotica

  Copyright © 2012 by Christa Wick

  Cover art licensed from and © Raisa Kanareva@dreamstime

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  Plus-size illustrator Patricia "Pattycake" Harper lives alone in the house she grew up in. Her small Georgia neighborhood has changed a lot since she was a kid, but one thing remains constant -- her secret crush on neighborhood hottie Noah Lodge. When a voyeur is reported lurking around Patty's bedroom window, Patrol Officer Lodge is first on the scene. Knowing the pervy perp is still on the loose, Noah does the one thing he's sure will keep his best friend's little sister safe.

  He spends the night in Patty's bed.

  CURVE PATROL

  I exited the bathroom still wet from a long soak in the tub. With my terry robe wrapped tightly around me, I stalked toward the kitchen on the hunt for a giant mug of hot chocolate. A triple latte espresso would have been better, but it was nine at night and I'd had a long week working on a deadline cover illustration. I just wanted to put the finishing touches on the piece and call it a day.

  Pretty pathetic for a twenty-six year old on a Saturday, but I am what I am.

  My plan was obliterated the second I stepped into the living room. The red and blue flash of police lights bounced against my closed curtains as a heavy, authoritative knock landed on the front door. I hurried over, pressed my eye to the peephole and saw Noah Lodge, my brother's best friend and a city cop.

  Noah at my front door was nothing new. He lived three houses down on the opposite side of the street. With my brother Mike in Afghanistan, Noah was in charge of keeping an over-protective eye on me. That didn't explain why he was on the other side of my door so late in the evening, in his city police uniform with his lights flashing in the drive.

  He didn't patrol this neighborhood -- the city didn't allow it. I ripped the door open, my head suddenly filled with the idea that Mike had listed Noah as his emergency contact so someone he trusted could gently break any bad news to me.

  "What's wrong?" Tears were already filling my eyes. I didn't know what I'd do if I lost Mike. He was the only real family I had left.

  Noah's hands came up, landed on my shoulders and gave a soft squeeze. "Nothing to panic about."

  I didn't believe him. There was a slight tremor running through his voice and he gave my shoulders another squeeze that was harder than the first. "Is it Mike?"

  "God, no, baby girl." He shook his head and rubbed at my arm. "I'm sorry, I didn't think you--"

  "No one's hurt?" Now that I knew Mike was okay, I was even more confused. Something looked very wrong with Noah. His pupils were larger than normal and his skin was flushed, like he was in fight mode or something.

  He frowned. "No one's hurt -- yet."

  "Then why the hell are you standing at my front door with your lights flashing in my drive?" I tightened the robe around me, suddenly envisioning every last one of my neighbors peeking from behind their curtains. Most of them I didn't know -- wouldn't even recognize them in the local grocery store. Only a few people -- like Noah -- had grown up on the block.

  His cheeks, already flushed, grew a little pinker. "Sorry, baby, give me a second."

  Noah trotted back to his patrol car. He leaned across the front seat to turn the lights off, giving me a clear shot of his magnificent ass in the process. I quickly looked away before I had my own reason for blushing. It didn't matter that I've known Noah since before I could walk, or that I'd seen him go through dozens upon dozens of girls in his twenty-eight years, he still made all my parts tingle whenever I was around him.

  Cinching the robe tighter, I retreated further into my living room as he walked back to the house.

  Noah stepped inside and shut the door. "The Donovans reported seeing someone peeking in one of your windows."

  He pointed toward the east side of the house. The kitchen and my bedroom were on that side. The neighbors were relatively new, having moved in three, maybe four, months ago. I hadn't talked to them yet, didn't even know their names -- first or last -- but I nodded like I did. "The new couple next door."

  "If by new you mean eight months." He laughed and gave me an eye roll, my heart fluttering right along with the thick brown lashes that fringed his green-gray irises. "You need to get out of the house more, baby."

  In danger of getting lost in the perfection of his face, I blinked and turned away. I forcibly reminded myself that Noah was not only my brother's best friend, but also a man who went through women like a drunk goes through a six pack of beer on a Friday night.

  Fast and frequently two at a time.

  Before I could reach the kitchen, I stopped and looked back. "That still doesn't explain why you're here. This isn't your patrol area."

  Another blush heated his cheeks, but he answered with a casual lift of his shoulders. "Don't worry, Pattycake, I cleared it with the patrol supervisor first."

  I stopped short of growling at him and pushed the swinging door to the kitchen open. Baby, baby girl, Pattycake. I was going to take his nightstick and beat him upside the head if he didn't stop using those names. He might be two years older than me, but that didn't make me less than an adult. And diminutive names like baby don't suit me. I have at least twenty pounds on him, even if not an ounce of it is the hard muscled heaven he walks around in.

  He caught the door on its back swing and followed me in. Stepping over to the sink, he hip bumped me out of the way so he could check the lock on the window. "Make me a coffee, baby."

  "I'm going to take that stick of yours--"

  Laughing, he bumped me again. "Please, Miss Harper, would you be so kind as to make me a cup of coffee while I check the rest of your windows?"

  I pressed my lips together and stomped over to the espresso maker. I might as well make him one, and then make one for me. There was no way in hell I would fall asleep any time soon, not with Noah having twice rubbed against me. My nipples had hardened to steel pebbles, aching as they brushed against the inside of the robe. My labia slid together with every shift of my hips and thigh flex, the sensation like thick fingers stroking the swollen flesh of my clit.

  I would have to pull one of my toys out as soon as he was gone and take care of myself or I wouldn't get a single brush stroke finished on the cover tonight.

  Noah stepped behind me, put a hand on my shoulder and planted a brotherly kiss on my cheek. "Don't pout, Pattycake. It curdles the milk."

  Growling, I reached for a dish towel to swat him with but he was gone, his chuckle echoing in my ears as the door swung shut behind him.

  Damn it, Noah! Damn it, damn it, damn it.

  I blew a frustrated puff of hot air just as the espresso machine started to steam and chug. I didn't need Noah in the house watching over me, not when I couldn't control my feelings for him. To him, I was his pseudo-baby sister and childhood friend. I,
on the other hand, wanted to handcuff him to my bed and ride him until the sun came up.

  Every damn night.

  Yeah, I had it bad.

  Finished making the espresso, I put the milk up, dried my hands and headed into the living room with the mugs. Noah wasn't there, so I headed down the hall, my heart freezing in my chest at the site of my studio door half open.

  The room had changed since he'd last been inside. I'd hung a six-by-six mirror so I could sketch myself -- nude as often as not.

  My heart resumed, its pace accelerating to push blood out to the capillaries. A hot flush spread across my skin as I tried to remember whether I'd put my sketchbook up, or at least closed it. There was no chance Noah would ever see me naked in the flesh -- not with the willow thin girls he chased after -- and I didn't need yet another reason to feel awkward around him.

  "I'm in here, baby girl."

  I jumped, hot milk foam splashing against my arm. He'd been standing in my bedroom, less than a foot from me, and I hadn't realized it -- I'd been staring at the studio door so damn hard.

  "Careful, baby, you'll burn yourself." He took the mug from me, his other hand circling my wrist.

  Raising my arm, he dipped his head to the milk spotting my skin. Feeling his lips and the whisper of his tongue, I took a ragged breath in.

  Shit, fuck, holy mother fucking fuck. Why did he have to pull crap like this? I wasn't a little girl, I didn't need my boo-boos kissed and, no matter how he acted otherwise, he wasn't my big brother.

  I jerked my arm to my side. "Are you almost done?"

  Watching me over the rim of his mug, he pursed his lips and took his first sip of espresso. "Just need to check your bedroom window and search the perimeter."

  He turned away and I sagged in relief against my bedroom wall. He either hadn't checked the studio window or my sketchbook was at least closed. I hoped. He might not rib me about the self-portraits -- he could play the discreet gentleman when he wanted to. Which meant I had absolutely no way of knowing whether he'd seen the sketches and it would be months before I stopped fretting over it.

  "Shit." The word popped out and I felt my cheeks grow hot all over again.

  "You talking about the quality of your window locks? Because that would pretty much cover it." He turned, something like anger sparking in his eyes. "These are from the seventies, at least. Mike should have replaced them before he shipped out."

  He swiped at his jaw and I knew then it wasn't Mike he was angry with. "I should have checked them earlier."

  Relaxing, I smiled at him and tried to laugh it off. "Don't beat yourself up over it. If the neighborhood has a Peeping Tom, my bedroom window is the last one he's going to look in."

  Noah's gaze narrowed. "Don't be stupid, Pattycake..."

  I felt my temper flaring. He put both hands up, his face softening just the tiniest bit. He crossed the room until he was standing next to me.

  His hand darted out to tuck a strand of still wet hair behind my ear. "Don't get your back up, either, baby girl. These guys start out peeking in windows and stealing panties and then they...graduate."

  His voice broke at the last word. He closed his eyes, bending his neck until our foreheads touched. "He damn well will come back. Those locks are getting fixed tomorrow and you're getting a security system installed."

  I started to protest but he shook his head. "Shut it, Patricia. Don't make me get hold of Mike and make him worry."

  He knew the threat would shut me up pretty quickly. Mike's unit ran patrols from a forward operating base and he had to keep focused twenty-four-seven. I didn't want him thinking about me when he should be paying attention to some shadow on a hill or an odd rise on a dirt road.

  But all Noah had was a report of suspicious activity from the Donovans -- for all I knew they were slamming back martinis after dinner and couldn't tell the difference between a prowler and the shadow of a passing cloud.

  "Look, you don't even know someone has been looking in my window."

  He took a step back, breaking contact. His hand went to his utility belt and I heard the click of his flashlight. "That's next on my list, baby girl."

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  Any thought I'd held of grabbing one of my toys and getting down to business as soon as Noah left evaporated when he returned from his perimeter check to report a size fourteen sneaker print outside my bedroom window and chipped wood around the back door's lock. He left with a stern order to keep the windows and doors shut and locked, the curtains pulled tight and the lights on.

  He also said he'd come back after his shift ended in a few hours.

  I thought that meant another quick perimeter check. I didn't expect him to return with a small bag slung over his shoulder like he was ready for a sleep over.

  "I'm beat, baby girl." Stepping inside, he gave me a quick kiss on the forehead before he turned back to the door and locked it. Heading down the hall, he grinned at me over his shoulder. "When are you coming to bed?"

  I'm pretty sure my eyebrows shot up to my hair line. The house was a single ranch, originally with three bedrooms and a den. My bedroom had belonged to my parents. After they had died a year apart, Mike and I knocked the wall out between the den and the smallest bedroom to make my studio. The other bedroom had been Mike's before he joined the Army and was now stacked with boxes full of everything he owned before he shipped out.

  I gestured uncertainly at the sofa. "What do you mean, coming to bed?"

  "I'm not sleeping on that pile of lumps, Pattycake -- neither are you. It's older than either of us." Smiling softly, he closed his eyes for a second and shook his head. "And I wouldn't get a wink of sleep a whole room away from you, anyway."

  He came back into the living room, just far enough to turn the light off before gesturing for me to come with him as he headed toward my bedroom. "Come on, baby. I promise not to snore -- too much."

  Following after him, I felt my shoulders slump. I was finally getting my fantasy -- sort of. Noah Lodge would be in my bed tonight, but only because there was some pervert prowling the neighborhood and the sofa was too lumpy. It didn't matter if he did snore -- having him that close to me was going to keep me awake all night long.

  I stepped into my room just as he stripped his pants off. The lamp next to the bed was on, spotlighting his lower body in the otherwise dark room. He wore a pair of long briefs beneath the pants, the kind runners wear. The material hugged his ass, molding itself to the muscles, the dimples of his butt cheeks visible with each flex as he moved.

  "You seriously wear something that tight to bed?" My robe was still on, but I had slipped into a camisole top and some boy shorts earlier -- never thinking Noah was going to do more than pop his head inside for a second and then leave.

  Sitting on the mattress, Noah swiveled in place until he could look directly at me. Half his face was in shadow, but his eyes glittered with the lamp's soft light. Hooking the underwear's elastic waist band with his thumb, he lifted one dark brow as he smiled. "Usually I don't wear anything to bed, baby. But I figured that would get me in trouble tonight."

  Inside my head, I let out a long gurgling scream. There was no way I was going to get the image of him naked in bed out of my thoughts. I shook my head once, attempting to dislodge it from my imagination.

  Didn't work. I was going to have to look at a ton of naked guy pics online before I would be able to slide into bed again without seeing Noah stretched out and bare assed the second I closed my eyes. I gave another shake of my head and pulled the blanket down.

  "I understood you the first time," he laughed.

  "Huh?" I sat on the bed, my robe hugged tightly around me.

  "That you expect me to keep my underwear on, Pattycake." He reached for the top of my robe before I realized what he was doing. "That second head shake just impugned my manhood, baby girl."

  He started to peel the robe from my shoulders. I clutched at it, but he brushed my hands away.

  "Baby, it's summer. You're not sleeping in
your robe..." His hands slowed and his voice dropped an octave when he spoke again. "You do have something on underneath, right?"

  Numb, I nodded and relaxed my death grip on the fabric. He pulled the robe away, his hand pressing between my shoulders for a second, coaxing me to lean forward while he slid the rest of the material from under me. He stood to hang the robe and I dove under the covers.

  His back to me, Noah reached out and turned the lamp off. I pressed my lips together, a pout threatening to erupt. If I had to suffer through the disappointment of my one night in bed with Noah being only on account of some pervert peeking in bedroom windows, Noah could have at least given me a front view of those oh-so-tight underwear.

  I pictured the fabric molded to his sculpted quads, the thighs thick midway, the muscles narrowing as they traveled up. Another big bulge at the front, balls and cock gripped by the material. Thick veins -- a tingle shot through me, my chest and shoulders tensing with a quiver as my pussy tightened.

  Oblivious, Noah swiveled the clock so its light wasn't pointing at the bed. "You don't need an alarm, right?"

  I cleared my throat but could only croak out something that sounded like a "no."

  "Good, getting up early on a Saturday sucks." He pulled his side of the covers back and sat down.

  Noah lifted his feet from the floor and slid his legs under the blanket. That would have been tolerable -- him on one far side of the mattress, me on the other. Once he was covered, however, he started to roll and wiggle until his chest and stomach were pressed against my side. He draped his arm across my body, his hand curled around my shoulder.

  "Baby, four years driving patrol and I freaked when the call came over the radio." His thumb stroked along the edge of my collarbone and then he did the unthinkable -- he pressed his lips against my shoulder. "I kept thinking, what if the guy was trying to break in? What if he succeeded?"

  His mouth on me, his thumb stroking my flesh, I could barely follow what he said. I tried to move away, letting him know the Peeping Tom was no big deal. "Nothing bad happened, Noah. And Mike wouldn't disown you if it had."

  Lifting up on one elbow, he loomed over me. His body rigid as a steel rod, I had the feeling he was scowling at me. He took a deep breath in and then exhaled sharply.