Dreams: A Curvy Girl Holiday Romance Collection

by J. S. Scott

  “I want all of your nights, but I’d like to start with this one.” I gritted my teeth.

  Seconds later, she peeled her sleeves away from her arms, and pushed the dress away from her hips. My hungry eyes devoured her as I watched her breasts bounce with her moves. She was beautiful, curvy, and painfully gorgeous.

  “You belong to me,” I rasped harshly.

  “You belong to me, too,” she said, flashing her wedding ring as if that was her proof.

  We kissed as we walked into the other room. There, I helped her into the bath, and was unable to take my eyes off her shapely form as she slowly lowered herself into the tub. As she dragged her hand through the water in a dreamlike state, I peeled off my tux, watching her eyes as she watched the rest of me.

  I’d never seen anything quite so hot. Knowing she was waiting for me, wanting and needing me, was quite possibly the sexiest thing I’d ever seen.

  However, it was also like a giant slug in the gut because all I wanted was to satisfy her.

  Sliding in behind her, my legs cradled hers.

  My rigid cock twitched against her ass as her hands found mine, and squeezed them tightly.

  “Fuck me,” I demanded, loving how she placed my hands on her breasts, how she rubbed her hip against my cock, and moaned as if the act of simply feeling me was as beautiful as the act itself.

  “I used to hate myself nude even when I was alone,” she said in a voice that was barely a whisper. “I never stood in front of the mirror. I didn’t want to see myself.”

  “Tonight you’ll see,” I answered, the muscles in my body tense as I thought about how many insecurities she still needed to let go of. “There’s a big mirror right there, and you’ll see just how perfect you look when you’re ready to come.”

  She shivered at my words, and her shoulders relaxed.

  I was going to do just that. I wanted her to start loving herself as much as I loved her.

  MMM

  Amy

  This day had been a dream.

  It was perfect in every way.

  Now, I was in this massive tub with my husband, and the more he touched me, the more he set me on fire.

  No interruptions this time.

  His hand stroked up and down my arm, and I trembled against him. If he’d wanted to tease me, he’d done a great job. We’d had the longest foreplay in history, and I was ready for more.

  Many more kisses.

  A lot more touching.

  More.

  He tucked his hands under my hips, and lifted me to sit on his hard thighs. My hand fell between his legs, and I stroked his enormous cock, loving how his eyes closed, and his mouth opened with groans of praise.

  I leaned back to kiss him. His tongue snaked out, and he feathered light kisses across my lips.

  “I don’t want to wait, Levi. We’ve waited long enough.”

  “Then don’t wait,” he said, challenging me. He cocked his head, and gave me a wicked smile, tempting me to do exactly what I’d wanted to do in so many of our dreams.

  Here, I could take the lead.

  Here, I could slide over him.

  I could fuck him. Ride him.

  Accepting the dare, I turned to him. My hands settled on his shoulders. His hands gripped my waist.

  “I don’t want to hurt your leg,” I said in a sultry voice.

  “You won’t,” he said in a graveled voice. “But if I can’t be inside you right fucking now, you’re going to kill me.”

  I eased forward and down, wanting to feel him thrusting inside me. As I deliberately lowered myself, I felt his grip change. “Not so fast, gorgeous. I’m not going to last long, and you’re coming with me.”

  He hoisted me up enough to devour my pussy whole, his tongue parting my folds as he licked me from bottom to top. His talented tongue made me swoon, and he kept me positioned right in front of his mouth.

  “Levi, I can’t stay like this…” My hand fell to the top of his head and I purred as he deliberately ruined me for any other man. Ever.

  I moaned as he put pressure on my clit, teasing it until I screamed out loud. “Stop! I can’t take anymore.”

  When his arms gave a little, I used his moment of weakness to slide back to the water. Positioning my legs on either side of his hips, I held fast to his shoulders for leverage, and wrapped my legs around his waist. My pussy rubbed against his shaft and I closed my eyes.

  This was it.

  Pure bliss.

  I took his hand in mine and encouraged him, but he shook his head. “If you want me, you’ll have to work for it.”

  “I’ve already worked for it,” I reminded him, gripping him until he was hard and rigid. “And I’ve waited long enough.”

  I’d never been this forward before, but I was downright bossy now.

  I slipped his cock inside my slick entrance and bore down on him as he entered me with a hearty thrust. The fast and short fucking made my body tingle, but when he went deep, long-thrusting with such force and power, I screamed out in divine pleasure, but it wasn’t enough.

  Not yet.

  Right now, from Levi, I needed a harder screw. I wanted him to go deep, and stay there. I wanted him to pummel me as hard and fast as he could with quick deeper strokes that would leave me gasping.

  He didn’t disappoint.

  His mouth covered my nipple, and he dragged his tongue back and forth until I was shivering from the friction. His cock jerked and he shook his head, growling against my breasts. “Keep this up and I’ll last only another minute,” he said, his intense eyes locked on mine as I looked down at him.

  I leaned forward, dying to feel him going wild with me.

  Bracing his arm against my hips, he gripped the tub, and threw his weight forward. He drove his cock deep inside me, and I screamed as I lost all control. His body was mine for the taking and I knew he wouldn’t stop fucking me until we were both satiated.

  “Levi,” I screamed as my climax started to approach me like a runaway train.

  It was exhilarating.

  It was almost scary in its intensity.

  And for a moment in time, I felt completely free, knowing Levi would always be there to catch me if I fell.

  “I’ve got you, baby,” he said with a groan when he found his own release.

  We lay together, my body over his as he stroked my hair, both of us trying to catch our breath.

  “I love you,” I said tearfully against his naked shoulder. “I love you so much it scares me.”

  I knew he understood exactly how I was feeling. He always did.

  “We’ll get used to it, gorgeous,” he said in a soothing baritone. “I love you exactly the same way.”

  I knew he did.

  We were so connected it was frightening.

  But I knew I’d rather fly with Levi than to guard my emotions anymore. He deserved all of me, just like he’d given himself to me.

  “Thank you,” I murmured.

  “For what?” he asked curiously.

  “For being my dream come true.”

  He didn’t say a word. He didn’t have to.

  He simply lifted me up and carried me to our bed.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Levi

  We’d been all over the house, chasing one another like a couple of kids, making love in strange places and not so strange places, and now we were both so spent that we had to sleep.

  I watched her eyelashes flutter, and I leaned down to kiss her. She heaved a sigh as she rested against the pillow, her breasts rising and falling with every single breath she took.

  “Shit,” I rasped under my breath.

  I was addicted to her body, and the woman held my heart and soul. My cock was ready again by the time we’d both caught our breath from the round before. And I still wanted her now that we’d recovered.

  Don’t touch her, asshole. She’s exhausted.

  I flopped down on the pillow, and she instinctively snuggled up to me.

  My arms went around he
r protectively as she rested on my shoulder.

  My gut instinct was to shield her from anybody who would hurt her. Not that she exactly needed my protection. But the urge was ever-present, even though she was feisty enough, and smart of enough to take care of herself.

  But I’d been with her during the times she’d been vulnerable, and didn’t want to see that shit ever again.

  “I love you, Levi,” she murmured sleepily.

  My heart fucking swelled like a balloon.

  “I love you, too, baby.”

  Yeah, my dick was still hard, but it didn’t matter.

  There would be time for that tomorrow.

  It doesn’t have to be tomorrow!

  I grinned as I reached up to turn off the lamp.

  For the first time in my life, I didn’t see my power as a psychic as a blessing, and a curse.

  Right now, it was the best damn thing in the world.

  I can chase her beautiful ass around in the dream world, and fuck her until she’s begging for mercy, even while her physical body is resting.

  Yep. Being a psychic freak wasn’t all that bad at all.

  Epilogue

  Amy

  One Week Later…

  It had been the best seven days of my life.

  Levi was a tremendous and attentive lover, but it wasn’t just the sex that made me feel so incredibly loved and joyful. It was the way he looked at me, the way he held me, the way we talked in between driving each other into passionate fits of orgasmic bliss.

  I had just stepped out of the shower when I heard Levi in the kitchen. It sounded like he was talking to someone, so I tried to dress quietly before joining him. Wearing a pair of faded jeans and a fitted red shirt, I padded across the floor and stood at the kitchen door.

  Turned out, he was mumbling to himself.

  I smiled. I usually cooked because what he produced was scary, but he always did the dishes. In a very short amount of time, we’d learned to work together nearly seamlessly.

  “You’re up,” he said, a slightly lascivious gleam in his eye. “I was trying to get breakfast ready for you. I can handle pancakes since we had a mix in the cupboard.” He gave me a suggestive wink, and then leaned forward to give me a steamy kiss. “I may turn the griddle off so I can turn you on.”

  “You’ve already turned me on almost constantly for seven days now.” Not that I was complaining! “We can wait a few more before we head back to bed.”

  “I take it I need to keep my dick and my lips to myself for a bit?” he asked in a wicked tone that almost made me want to say ‘screw the pancakes’ and drag him back to bed right now.

  I’m sure he had caught my hungry glance when he added, “I guess I just have that kind of effect on you when I’m cooking?”

  “Yes you do,” I agreed, laughing. “You’re so damn charming almost all the time. Where have you been all my life, Levi Gillette?”

  “Waiting for you,” he said simply, taking my hand, and leading me to the deck. “It may be the end of February, but it’s supposed to be in the high sixties today. Want to take a walk?”

  “Sure. Let me grab my jacket.”

  “Pancakes are best served hot. After breakfast. I want to show you something.”

  Levi piled on the pancakes and syrup, and then handed off my plate. They were good, and I ate ravenously. It wasn’t until I was halfway through the stack that I realized I’d eaten without so much as a sliver of guilt. I’d never been with a man who hadn’t counted my calories for me. One even went as far as making jabs about calories whenever we went out to dinner.

  Levi didn’t seem to notice what I ate. He kissed me with fervor, loved me without conditions, and now he’d cooked for me like I could use the extra pounds.

  He was a big guy, and maybe I’d always needed a big guy around to appreciate me.

  Or maybe I just needed Levi, who saw so much more in me than some extra pounds.

  “What’s going on in that beautiful head of yours right now?” he asked.

  “I’m lucky,” I said without explaining anything more.

  He understood what I meant.

  “Ready for that walk?”

  “I’ll grab a jacket,” I said, quickly throwing on a windbreaker as he put on an old football sweatshirt.

  We walked down the beach as if we’d been doing it forever. Sometimes our fingers were entwined, and our arms swung easily in time, and sometimes we parted ways, and walked ahead, or fell behind because I was combing the beach for shells. We were lost in our independent thoughts, but forever joined together, and it was a mind-blowing existence like I’d never known.

  Independent, yet forever bonded together.

  “See that house over there?” He stood behind me, and pointed down the beach. “The one with the blue shutters?”

  “Yes.” I nuzzled him as he wrapped both arms around my waist. “I’ve always loved that house.”

  “It was once owned by a Houston architect. I offered to buy it a few years ago. Since our family always vacations here, I thought it would be nice to have another house on the island. The owner wouldn’t sell, but he recently passed away. It’s ours now.”

  It took me a moment to grasp his statement.

  “But your family has a place. My sister has a place here, too.”

  “You didn’t hear me. I said this one will be ours.” He shifted our bodies so we could see one another. “We’ll have kids someday, and so will Hayden and Jackson. I’d like for us to be able to get away and come here whenever we can. And hook up with our family when we can to take a break. Besides, we already have some pretty damn good memories here.”

  “Thank you,” I said with tears in my eyes. “I have great memories of spending time with Hayden here, too. And I’d love to be able to come here whenever we can, with or without the family.”

  I felt a tear drop to my cheek, and Levi quickly swiped it away. “Hey, no tears, gorgeous. I hate seeing you cry.”

  I couldn’t help it.

  Levi had done this for me. He’d done it for us.

  “They’re happy tears,” I told him as I looked up into his beautiful eyes. “Nobody has ever done anything like this for me. I love you so much.”

  “Get used to it,” he teased as he wrapped his strong, muscular arms around me, and pulled me closer. “I love you, too. And when a guy is as crazy in love with somebody like you as I am, he’s going to do anything to make you happy.”

  “I’m already happy,” I mumbled against his chest. I didn’t need anything more. If had a man like Levi, I had it all.

  He wrapped an arm around me, and headed back toward the beach house.

  If our lives continued this way forever, I’d one day die a very happy woman. But first, I was going to live like I never had before, love, and be ecstatically happy with the man who carried me out of my dreams, and into the best reality I’ve ever known.

  **************The End******************

  Read on for a preview of Dearest Stalker: Part 1, available now!

  Prologue

  Stalker

  Four Years Ago…

  I watched, my stare completely transfixed on the woman who was center stage, giving her valedictorian speech at the local high school graduation.

  Katherine Riley.

  I clenched my fists as they rested on my thighs, willing my emotions and my dick to stop trying to rule my actions.

  Kate didn’t belong to me, and she never would. But she damn well needed a protector, because everyone in her life had done a pretty shitty job of keeping her safe for the first eighteen years of her life.

  People called her Katie. But in my mind, she was Kate.

  The woman who was stumbling valiantly through her talk about goals, dreams, and education after graduation was way too much of an adult to ever be anything else but Kate.

  Had she ever been a kid?

  I expected that she hadn’t.

  I did know that she was smart.

  She was beautiful.


  And she was so damn brave that my heart felt like it was in a vise as I watched her struggle. I was pretty sure I was more worried about her making it through the speech than she was at the moment.

  Jesus! I knew what it was like to be uncomfortable in front of large crowds. Most people would probably never notice because I had become a master at hiding my discomfort, but I somehow knew this woman was going through hell.

  She seemed to radiate pain and hopelessness, even as she spoke of upbeat topics to the crowd.

  I could sense it.

  I could feel it.

  Even though I seemed to be the only one who noticed as I looked around at the crowd of smiling faces as Kate continued to speak.

  She was so fucking alone, and for some reason I didn’t understand, I felt that, too. Her mother had died just months ago, and all she had was a father who had never given a damn about her.

  I had to wonder what was going to happen to this smart, intrepid female once graduation was over.

  Godammit! I hated the thought of her leaving Florida. She had ability and intellect, but where was her opportunity to pursue her own destiny?

  Top of her class, yet she’d lived in poverty her entire life. Pretty fucking extraordinary.

  I clenched my fists harder, and locked my jaw, forcing myself to control the possessive emotions that threatened to swallow me whole.

  What the fuck is wrong with me? I don’t covet any woman. Never had.

  And the shit I was feeling was pretty unwelcome for a guy who was known for not having any discernable emotions.

  My reaction to Kate was visceral, primal, and I had no damn idea why I felt I needed to jump onto the stage, scoop her ass up, and make sure that she never experienced another day of deprivation for the rest of her life.

  I’d never felt like this before.

  But shockingly, the instincts were there.

  And they were damn near impossible to control, but I would master them. I always did.

  I can never have her. It doesn’t fucking matter how I feel. It’s impossible.

  It didn’t matter that I didn’t understand my bizarre connection to her. I was never going to act on those emotions.