by Alexa Blue
HIS FOREVER
A Steamy Older Alpha and Younger BBW Romance
Every Curvy Inch Book 1
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
EPILOGUE
OUR FOREVER
AFTERWARD
Chapter One
Lexi
Leaning forward, I stare out of the plane’s window, deep in thought, heading to my aunt’s place in Los Angeles.
I promised myself I won’t return, at least until I had made something of my life. I planned to make it big and become a smashing success; on my terms and without financial help from Aunt Muriel. I discovered life doesn’t always play out as planned. Right now, I’m unsure of my future. What I do know is that my aunt gives the best advice, and I could use her pearls of wisdom. Besides, I need the rest from… hell, life.
After a terrible break-up, still haunting my dreams two years later, I left Los Angeles after college, to start my own life in the fabulous New York City. I’d lose the weight, get hired by a top Accounting firm, and life would be fucking perfect.
I lost my job. No, I got fired from my job. They told me my services were no longer required. It would have stung less if my replacement was anyone but Amy; a stunning blonde bombshell with a figure so tiny, I could wrap my hands around her waist. The bastards didn't even wait for me to leave the building before replacing me and they had the audacity to make me train the bitch before I left.
My ex-boss ran his hungry eyes down her petite body from the moment she walked in—a convenient employment decision, I’d say.
I’m not mad at having lost my job. Reception work is a far cry from my Accounting degree. It sucks that someone skinnier, and prettier replaced me.
My Aunt Muriel tells me it’s their loss. She’s said that about everything happening in my life. My deceased parents, the weight, the psychotic ex. God, give me a break!
Realizing how much I need the bathroom, I clench my thighs as I step into an Uber outside Los Angeles International Airport. We’re headed off to my aunt's lavish home in San Marino. Most people consider me lucky for having spent most my life in the lavish suburb. It’s common to spot a hunky celebrity going for his morning jog, or a famous musician walking his dogs. I never bothered with the so-called celebrities, I knew they wouldn’t think to take a second look at me.
Aunt Muriel is my last remaining family member, at least, my only close relative. When I waved my parents goodbye, at the tender age of 9, I’d never thought that was the last I'd see them. My parents died in a tragic plane crash on a trip to Africa. Since then, Aunt Muriel is my second mother—and a friend. Sometimes, too friendly, especially when she questions my non-existent sex life. I hate when she asks whether I’m having sex yet or when she feels the need to share intimate details about her sex life back in her day.
Since my teens, Aunt Muriel tried getting me off my latest radical diet and always said, “you are beautiful just the way you are. Most girls wished they have curves like you, my girl.” I’d believe that if guys gave me a second look, and not just the planks, as my aunt called skinny girls.
The plan is staying with my aunt for the next month while I get my head straight. At 64, Aunt Muriel is retired and thrilled to have me back home. She couldn’t have her own kids, so I was the daughter she never had.
Aunt Muriel’s face beams as I walk through the door. “Lexi is home!”
“Hello, Aunt Muriel,” I run up and wrap my arms around her in a warm embrace. With her arms wrapped around me, she almost squeezes the air straight out of my lungs. The familiar touch has me smiling for the first time in weeks.
I turn to face Samantha, a friend she’s gotten closer to since I left Los Angeles. “Hello, Samantha.” I squeeze my legs together, pinching, as I grin and run up to her.
I greet Samantha through gritted teeth. “Sorry, Sam, I will greet you in a second, but right now I need the bathroom, before I wet myself!”
I remember Samantha’s hunky son and wonder why she didn’t bring him with her. After my last few months, I can do with eye candy.
With my hands in between my thighs, I drop my suitcase and dash to the bathroom. I mutter a series of cuss words, fearing I might not make it in time. Why didn’t I use the airport bathroom, better yet, the bathroom a few seats behind me on the plane?
I had no plans of a relationship when coming to stay with my aunt.
But, after pushing the bathroom door open, finding what’s on the other end of the door, I remind myself:
Life doesn’t always play out as planned…
Chapter Two
Nathan
When Muriel, my mother’s best friend, asks me to watch over her niece, to protect her, I don’t think twice.
Without giving me details, it sounds like her ex has done a number on her. I don’t need to know the details, because if there’s one thing I cannot stand, it’s a coward hurting women. My temples throb at the idea of a man harming a woman. God knows, I’ll do whatever it takes to put that coward in his fucking place!
As the owner of an auto body shop downtown, I beat cars into shape for a living. If her ex dares messing with her, I won’t hesitate to beat him into shape. Once I’m done with him, he’ll know better than to mess with another woman!
Like I handle my cars, I have no problem getting down and dirty with scumbags, and I won’t stop until they understand women are not a play toy. I’d love seeing what ‘a man’ he is when a real man faces him! I did not spare my prick of a father who’s now imprisoned for domestic abuse. I sure as hell will not spare her ex if he tries his shit.
Everyone has always wondered why I’m still single at 34. “I won't settle for anything less than fucking perfect,” I tell them. God knows, when I find my woman I’ll treat her like the queen she is. She will be mine, and I’ll do everything in my power to love her, cherish her, to protect her.
Muriel told me the girl’s name is Lexi. That she graduated from college not long ago. She must be around the age of 21, maybe 22—ten years younger than me. I doubt Lexi knows I’ll be living with her for the first two weeks of her stay. Her aunt tells me she’s a feisty one, that she would never have agreed to coming here if she knew I’d be here when she arrived. Muriel told me she’s a curvy girl, and that drove my excitement to another level. I love thick women–women with curves in all the right places.
I arrive at Muriel’s house, “Hi Muriel.” My mother arrived an hour ago, and they look as though they are going to leave soon. We are now all waiting on Lexi.
Dropping my suitcase in the guest bedroom where I’d be living for the next fortnight, I head to the bathroom. I need to get out of m
y work overalls stained with gasoline and brake fluids, clean myself up and get dressed into a fresh change of clothes. I have taken leave for the next two weeks so I don’t have to worry about leaving Lexi alone.
The shower is warm and the water running against my tired muscles feels orgasmic. I step out of the shower, droplets of water still running down my body, when my attention shifts to the sound of the door handle. The door handle opens, and she bolts into the bathroom. Almost falling over her own legs, she freezes dead in her tracks when she sees me.
My cock bounces at the sight of the beauty entering the bathroom. So, this is the infamous Lexi.
Frozen on the spot, her sparkling green eyes run down my body, pausing once she catches sight of my dick. Lexi’s eyes are large, and she shapes her mouth in a perfect ‘O.’
“The door,” I tell her. As the words escape me, my lips feel dry and ache for hers. Fuck, it takes every ounce of restraint not to leap forward and make her come undone right here. The moment my eyes meet hers, I’m done for.
Her breathing is sharp and her face stricken with fear. “Oh, shit! I’m sorry. I didn’t… um…” Her reddened face perks up. Almost instantly, Lexi lengthens her back and pulls up her shoulders—her perfect tits taking shape as she narrows her eyes.
“Wait, this is not my fault! If you used the lock on the door, I wouldn’t just barge in!” Even as she raises her voice, Lexi looks perfect in every fucking way. I glance down at my hardening cock and contemplate throwing a towel over my shaft to cover it up.
She turns, pushing the door closed. Instead of leaving the bathroom, she closes the door and turns to face me.
Chapter Three
Lexi
I close the door, finding myself wondering why the hell I remained! It’s as if a force more powerful than myself, propels me, causing me to shut the door with me inside the bathroom. I turn back and run, away from here, away from him. But, I stay.
I turn around, taking in the image of the naked man standing opposite me. God, is he trying to tempt me—can he not wrap a damn towel around his waist, or at least use his hands to cover his dick! I’m a large girl, but with his height, his broad shoulders and a muscled physique, Nathan towers over me, making me look like a mouse in comparison.
Every inch of his hunky body is muscle. He has sexy tribal tattoos that run down his left chest, leaving an ache in my pussy. I swear his cock stiffens just by me looking at it. The man standing across from me makes me sweat. With each passing moment, it becomes harder to hide my aching desire to wrap my legs around his waist and beg him to take me right here.
I struggle to control my breath as I watch him slip on a pair of shorts. He takes his time putting on his pants and he narrows his eyes seductively—as if I have frontline tickets to a Chippendales show. He’s trying to tempt me, to punch a nail in my aching desire. Nathan has grown a beard since I last saw him. I imagine that beard tingling up against my thighs when his voice breaks my train of thought.
“You’re Lexi,” he says, extending his hand forward. I take his hand in mine, wondering if he too feels the sparks of electricity flowing between us.
“You don’t remember me, do you?” I ask. Nathan grins and takes a step forward, closing the distance between us. “Trust me, sweetness, if I have seen you before, we would not be having this conversation.”
My voice strains, fighting back the laughter in my throat. “Really? What conversation would we be having?”
“We would be discussing the name for our baby.”
His eye contact holds firm, and I can tell he means every word. Swallowing hard, I stare into those dark eyes demanding of power.
It’s evident Nathan doesn’t remember me. To be fair, whenever he came to our house with his mother, Samantha, I’d hide out in my room, only coming out again once they left. The sight of him was painful; the sight of a man I could never have, despite how I ached for him.
He can sense my fear as he pulls my head up by my chin with his finger. His gaze makes me wet between my legs. I don't think I can handle this for much longer.
Nathan bites on his bottom lip as his gaze runs down my body. “Lucky for me, I have two whole weeks to get to know you.” His finger trails down my arms. “To learn what makes you tick and to explore every inch of your beautiful body, sweetness.”
I swallow hard. “My name is Lexi, not sweetness.” Secretly, I love that he calls me that. Goosebumps fill me as his hands run down my arms. Fuck, what’s going on with me!
My legs wobble, I’m sweating again. I try playing it cool, but Nathan has a hold over me. I back up, but he follows my every step until he pins me up against the wall. Our eyes stay connected as he places his palms against the wall behind me.
“I’m going to take good care of you, sweetness.”
I can’t take it any longer. If I spent one more second in such proximity to Nathan, I’d drop to my knees and take his cock in my mouth. Hell, I forgot why I entered the bathroom in the first place. Nathan is all I think about.
I yearn for the touch of his large hands on my inner thighs, rubbing me up where it aches most. I can’t recall the number of times I have fantasized over this man, and yet here we are, so close that I feel the warmth of his breath on my skin. This feels like a sick prank, perhaps a dream—that I'd wake up to a wet bed with dirty thoughts of Nathan.
I pull his hand away. “I’m sorry, but what on earth are you on about? Take good care of me?”
“I’ll be staying with you for two weeks while your aunt is away,” he tells me. My Aunt Muriel didn’t mention her not being here, or Nathan staying with me for two weeks! “Why don’t I know about this… arrangement between you and my aunt?”
Nathan smiled at me. “Now consider yourself informed, sweetness.”
“Agh!” There’s only so much of his cocky arrogance I can handle.
In an instant, I go from wet between the legs, to the temples on my forehead throbbing. Aunt Muriel decides to leave me with Nathan for two weeks, surely, I should have been informed?
Chapter Four
Nathan
I watch as Lexi storms out the bathroom. My eyes are fixed on her perfect, rounded ass and as I imagine grabbing onto each ass cheek, my dick stiffens.
She’s more difficult to read than I realized. For a second, I thought we shared a moment before she yanked my arm and slammed the bathroom door closed on her way out.
Hard as Lexi may be to read, I know I found my Mrs. Perfect—the woman I waited a lifetime to find.
As her wide green eyes looked into mine, I could see her innocence. Struggling to contain myself, I pressed her against the wall and rolled my eyes down her sexy body. My dick bulged up at the thoughts I had with those thick legs wrapped around my waist. I allowed my mind to get carried away and pictured her bouncing on my shaft.
Lexi made a mistake not wearing a bra. I look at her pert nipples standing at attention, desperate for my caress. I’m the only man that gets to see those firm buds, that gets to suck on her nipples—I’ll make damn sure of that!
In my lifetime, I have only dated two women. I tried with Stacy and Jessica, but it never worked. Those relationships were about sex. I never felt the sparks of sexual chemistry I have with Lexi, and in just a few moments of being around her.
When Muriel asked me to take care of her niece, I doubt she had any idea just how well I plan on looking after her.
I call her sweetness. She’s my sweetness. She pretends to dislike it, but I see the glimmer in her eye every time I call her that. All I need is one night with the sexy Lexi, and I will seal her fate. She will be mine, to love, to claim, and to protect at any fucking cost.
I walk back to my room, and my cock hardens at the sound of Lexi's voice from downstairs. Fuck, is it possible for me to bust a load by the sound of her voice alone?
My blood boils at the thought of her ex hurting her. Why would anyone harm someone as delicate as Lexi, as beautiful as her? Now that I have met my queen, I will do everything in my pow
er to make her mine. I’ll be damned if anyone tries stopping me. Lexi may not know it yet, but she is my queen, she is my forever. I have two weeks to seal the deal and claim what is mine… forever.
I know she leaves Los Angeles within the next month, so I have a month to plan and figure it out.
Lexi’s voice echoes throughout the house. She sounds pissed. “I’m not a child!” She’s fighting with Muriel for not telling her about our arrangement, that I’d stay with her and protect her from harm. Muriel warned me this would happen. Despite her warning, the sound of her angry has my bottom lip twitching with a growl. I hate the idea of Lexi upset. Makes me want to pull her into me, wrap my arms around her, and tell her everything will be okay now that I’m here. I slip on my shirt and leave a stomping sound as I make my way down the stairs.
“I’m not a child,” Lexi repeats. I stand in the dining room and admire every curvaceous fold on her body, I couldn’t agree more. Lexi is no child, she's a big, beautiful woman—in every fucking way. From her burning auburn hair, full lips I can picture wrapped around my cock, to her every curve. Lexi is the most beautiful woman I have seen, and soon, this beautiful woman will be mine.
I stare at her admiringly and bite onto my bottom lip.
Yeah, baby! It’s decided, you’re mine!
Chapter Five
