Her Curves 3 Book Bundle

by Bailey Rock

  ​“What do you think?” He asked.

  ​I was just about to answer when someone came up to the table and placed a single red rose in a vase in the center. “From the host, to help you feel better,” he explained to me, then turned to Brett. “Always a pleasure, Dr. Barrett,” he said.

  ​“You as well, Michael,” Brett responded, smiling. “Can we go ahead and order? I know that we’re both famished.” When Michael responded, Brett continued. “Two of the specials, please, with water for me and…” he looked at me.

  ​“Oh. Water, please,” I said. The waiter nodded and walked off. “What’s the special, Brett?” I was curious. I’d never had a man order for me before, so it felt strange. But nice.

  ​He leaned forward conspiratorially. “They do the most amazing Cornish hens,” he said. “They’re packed with this incredible stuffing and served with roasted vegetables. It’s the perfect thing for eating on such a cold and dreary day.”

  ​ “Sounds great.” I smiled. We waited for our food, talking about my job at the bookstore, when suddenly our waiter appeared, bearing two of the biggest plates I had ever seen. All the nonsense I had heard before about new restaurants offering small portions went out of my head. The Cornish hens were gorgeous, with crisp skin, and the vegetables were covered in a rich sauce. My mouth watered.

  ​Brett noticed me staring at my plate. “Looks great, doesn’t it? Let’s dig in.” He held his glass up for me to cheers, and I tapped it gently with mine. “To our new beginning.”

  ​I echoed his statement, smiling. This gorgeous man was taking me out to lunch, taking care of me, and toasting me. It was all I ever wanted.

  Brett

  I love a girl who isn’t afraid to eat, and Sara loved her meal. We had both finished and were leaned back in our seats, enjoying the feeling of being together when the waiter walked up again.

  ​“Dessert, Dr. Barrett?” I knew how good the desserts were here, but Sara was looking more delicious.

  ​“I think I need to be getting Sara to her home, Michael, but thanks. She’s had a long day.” Dropping some cash on the table I stood and then scooped Sara back up. She snuggled into my chest like she belonged there and we went to the car.

  ​“We can go to my place if you want,” I offered, once we were both buckled into the car. Glancing at her out of the corner of my eye I could tell that she was thinking about it, but she wasn’t quite ready.

  ​“No, I think that home is a better option,” she said. “I’m exhausted. But…you can come in for a bit, if you want.”

  ​“I’d love that,” I said, honestly. “Just tell me how to get to your home and I’ll get you in and settled.”

  ​She didn’t live far from Flight, which meant that she didn’t live far from me. I pulled into her driveway, smiling at the cute cottage house in front of us.

  ​“It’s adorable,” I told her. It really was. There was a brick path leading up to the house and she had planted a bunch of flowers in front of the porch. The door was painted a bright Kelly green that actually matched her coat, and there was a chimney on one side. “But how in the world were you walking downtown when you don’t live that close?”

  ​“I took the bus,” she said. “It’s only a few blocks from the stop to the bookstore, so you really caught me halfway there.”

  ​“Well, you won’t ever have to take the bus again,” I promised, opening my door and standing up. I couldn’t wait to get her in her home, couldn’t want to have her to myself. I felt my cock throbbing a bit in my pants as I thought about the idea of being by myself with this curvy beauty.

  ​I tried to put those thoughts out of my head when I carried her up to the door, but her hot body pressed against mine made it impossible. Using her key, I opened the door and carried her across the threshold.

  ​“Do you mind to put me on the sofa?” She asked, gesturing with one hand. I turned my head to see where she was pointing and waked over to set her gently down. She sighed, leaning her head back.

  ​“It’s a cute place you have here,” I said. The living room was small, but Sara had filled it with eclectic pieces of furniture that were really fun. Bright art hung on the walls and the entire place smelled clean and bright. She must have a diffuser running, I thought, sniffing.

  ​“Man, it feels good to be home. Why don’t you have a seat next to me?” Sara patted the sofa by her and I sat down, instinctively pulling her toward me so that she was leaning on my chest. She relaxed into me, her breathing matching mine.

  ​The feeling of her body on mine was almost too much. I leaned back so that I could see her face. Her gorgeous chocolate eyes were even more incredibly this close up, and her mouth was exquisite. I noticed that her lips were lightly parted. I had to have her.

  ​I lightly kissed her, not wanting to upset her, but when she placed a hand on my arm and pulled me to her, I responded, kissing her harder, claiming her mouth for my own. She opened her mouth, allowing me to swirl my tongue in and around hers. Her large dark breasts were smooth and spilling from her top, and I pulled down her shirt, freeing them.

  ​Dipping my head, I gently took one nipple into my mouth, sucking on it and feeling it tighten under my tongue. She moaned in pleasure, wrapping her hand in my hair, and keeping my head in place.

  ​“Don’t stop, Brett,” she whispered, her back arched and her breasts on full display.

  ​I didn’t want to ever stop. I kissed up her breast and neck to her mouth, claiming her again. With one hand on her breast and the other on her jaw, I kissed her. She slid her hands across my chest, feeling how solid I was.

  ​“You are the most gorgeous woman I have ever seen, Sara,” I said, leaning back for a breather. I wanted to really take in her beauty. She had dark flawless skin, and her breasts moved with every breath. I could get lost in her body.

  ​I leaned back in for another kiss, my mouth finding hers just as the doorbell rang.

  Chapter 5

  Sara

  Brett was sexy as hell and busy worshipping my body when someone rang the doorbell. I leaned back from him, realizing with horror that my breasts were out of my top. My hair was messed up, and I was sure that he could smell how wet I was. I looked at him. His huge cock was straining against his pants. I wanted to free it, but the doorbell rang again.

  ​“Shit,” I said, pulling up my top. “Can you get that please? I have no idea who it could be.”

  ​He stood up while I made myself presentable and crossed the room, swinging open the door.

  ​Kathy. Of course.

  ​She marched into my living room like she had every right to be there but somehow managed to keep her eyes on Brett the entire time. “Sara,” she said, “I’ve been calling you to check up on you, but you didn’t answer! Where in the world is your phone? And who is this? Are you ok?”

  ​Holding up my hands to try to fend off her questions I laughed. “I must have dropped my phone in Brett’s car. Kathy, this is Brett. Brett, Kathy. And yes, I’m fine.” I glared at her, trying to get my point across.

  ​“Well, you’ll just have to go get her phone, won’t you, Brett?” Kathy asked, turning to him, her hands on her hips.

  ​“I guess I will,” he agreed, and walked out the door.

  ​I closed my eyes and leaned back on the pillow. This was a bad dream, Kathy wasn’t really here. Brett was still kissing me, and we were about to…

  ​“Sara,” Kathy hissed at me. She was perched on the chair next to the sofa. “Who in the hell is that?”

  ​“That,” I said, quietly, “is Brett. He’s the one who took me to the hospital today. I told you about him.” I kept one eye on the door while I spoke, afraid that he would come back in and hear us talking about him.

  ​“Damn, that is a fine man,” she continued, still hissing. “But why is he still here? Shouldn’t he have dropped you off and left? What does he want?”

  ​He wants the same thing I do, I thought, but before I could answer, Brett was back in
the door.

  ​“Your cell phone,” he said, handing it to me. “And I think that I’m going to get out of here.” He leaned down and gave me a kiss on the forehead. “I put my number in your phone, so text me if you need me, otherwise I’ll be back to cook you dinner.”

  ​He left, carefully shutting the door behind him, and Kathy turned back to me.

  ​“He’s cooking you dinner? And he kissed you? What is going on, Sara?”

  ​I didn’t know what to tell her. I just knew that Brett made me feel like no man ever had before, and I wanted it to continue.

  ​“Yeah, he’s making me dinner,” I said, acting like Brett and I had already discussed it. “He’s amazing, Kathy. Like nobody I’ve ever met before. I wish you could have seen how he took care of me in the hospital. And he’s a doctor.” I waggled my eyebrows at her.

  ​She wasn’t impressed. “Isn’t there some sort of rule about patient-doctor relationships?” She was serious, her brow furrowed.

  ​“No, there’s not,” I said. “And even if there was, he’s not my doctor, so it doesn’t really matter.” I leaned back in the sofa and crossed my arms, staring at my boss.

  ​“As long as he doesn’t hurt you,” she said, “I guess it’s ok.”

  ​I laughed. “Glad to hear that you approve.” I threw a pillow at her head, but she caught it and lobbed it back.

  Brett

  Damn. Sara was the most gorgeous curvy woman I had ever met. I was determined to make her mine. I drove home quickly, wanting to relieve the pressure that I felt in my pants. If her friend hadn’t walked in…

  ​I shook my head to clear it, and within just a few more minutes was pulling up into my driveway. Even though Sara and I lived surprisingly close to each other, our houses couldn’t have been more different. Where hers looked like a cottage in the woods, mine was huge. Too big, but I had a lot of money and nobody else to spend it on.

  ​I parked my car out front, ready to make a quick getaway if Sara texted me and went in, turning off the alarm as I did. My German Shepherd, Gus, was waiting for me, and I let him out. While he did his business, I pulled my phone out of my pocket, idly turning it over and over in my hand while I thought about Sara.

  ​Would she text?

  ​Gus came trotting back in and went straight to his bed to rest. He was a good dog, but was getting older, so he preferred to spend a lot of his time sleeping. I walked past him, untucking my shirt as I went and dropping it on the sofa.

  ​“Good boy, Gus,” I called as I headed up the stairs. “We’ll go on a walk when I get back down.”

  ​I couldn’t stop thinking about Sara. The way she smelled, the way she felt, how I knew that she would taste when I finally got a chance. My cock was throbbing in my pants.

  ​A shower. I need a shower.

  ​There was nothing like a shower to help me clear my mind, focus on the task at hand, and let off some steam. I stripped as I walked down the hall to my bedroom, throwing my clothes on the floor as I went, thinking only of Sara and her incredible body.

  ​I had a huge walk-in shower with a large glass front, and I leaned in to turn on the spray. I could only imagine Sara in here, her large breasts pushed up against the glass while I took her. I shivered with excitement and reached down to stroke my cock.

  ​The water heated up and I hopped in, cranking it as hot as I could handle it, wanting to feel the pain of the heat on my skin. If I couldn’t have Sara with me then I would imagine what it would be like to touch her, feel her, taste her. I knew that my skin would be on fire every single time I touched her body. I knew that nothing would be better than being with her.

  ​I soaped up, lathering body wash over my body, sliding my hand up and down my cock. I wanted her.

  ​There was body wash running down my body, pooling in bubbles by the drain, and I began to stroke my cock, harder and faster, thinking about Sara, wanting her.

  ​I wonder what she’s doing now.

  ​I imagined her gorgeous thick lips wrapped around my cock, worshipping me. There was nothing small about my curvy girl, and I wanted to feel all of her. I moaned, throwing my head back as I came, my hot cum splattering on my chest.

  ​Panting hard, I turned to wash off, imagining what it would be like to see my seed all over her gorgeous black skin. I wanted to cum on her, in her, everywhere.

  ​I cut the water, still breathing hard, and toweled off quickly. The last thing that I wanted to do now was go for a walk, but it would keep me distracted. I walked through my room, naked, imagining sharing it with Sara. I would bring her back here. I would make her my own forever.

  Chapter 6

  Sara

  It took a long time to get Kathy out of the house. She wanted to hear all of the details about Brett, and while I wanted to think about him, I mostly wanted to keep him to myself for the time being.

  “But isn’t he so much older than you? He looks like he’s my age.” Kathy gave me a look that made it very clear what she thought about me being with a significantly older man.

  I played with a tassel on the throw pillow. “Yeah, he’s older,” I admitted, “but I don’t know why that really matters.”

  “It matters because he could be your dad! I mean, don’t you think that’s kinda weird?”

  I hadn’t really thought about it. The attraction with Brett was instant, and strong, and I didn’t really care that he was older. I told her that.

  “God, Sara,” she said. “You are unbelievable. Please text me so that I know you’re not dead, okay? I want you back at work later this week. Can’t run the bookstore without you!”

  “Yes, yes, I hear you. I thought you wanted me to be happy?”

  “I do! I do want you to be happy, but I also want you to be safe, is that too much to ask? If your parents were still alive, that’s all they would want for you, too.”

  I glared at her. I hated when people brought up my parents, as if I didn’t remember that they were dead.

  We sat in silence for a few minutes. I had the pillow hugged tight to my chest, staring at my swollen ankle. Eventually Kathy stood up, sighing.

  “Well, I’m going. Just...be careful, okay? He seemed nice, but you can never be too careful.”

  I agreed. She got up and bent down to hug me, her sweet perfume causing me to wrinkle my nose. She left, shutting the door firmly behind her and honked her horn when she drove away.

  Was she right? I hadn’t ever had a connection with someone like I did with Brett, but that didn't mean that he was the right person for me. I wanted him to be.

  I must have fallen asleep, because the next thing that I knew it was getting dark out and my stomach was growling again. What a waste of a day, I thought, miserably.

  I pushed myself up to sitting on the sofa and grabbed my phone, firing off a quick text to Kathy to let her know that I wasn’t dead and in a ditch somewhere.

  Glad to hear it! I was going to come looking in a while :)

  Putting the phone down on the sofa next to me, I sighed. I knew what I wanted, but now Kathy had given me some doubts about whether or not it was the right decision for me.

  I wanted to text him. There was an ache deep in my stomach that had started when we were kissing, and now between my legs was throbbing. I slipped my hand over myself, pushing down, feeling the pressure and the throbbing escalate.

  I wished it was him.

  On a whim, I grabbed my phone. He had put his number in it, so he must have wanted me to text him.

  Hey, you. You busy?

  I set the phone down, face down, so that I wouldn’t stare at it while I waited for him to respond. Luckily, I didn’t have long to wait.

  Just thinking about you. You get rid of the company?

  I rolled my eyes. If I could walk I would have had to physically push Kathy out the door.

  Yeah, took a while. Wish you were still here though.

  Your wish is my command. I’ll head over.

  I smiled, wishing that I could get up and f
reshen up, but knowing that putting any weight on my ankle would be incredibly painful and stupid.

  I lay on the sofa, thinking about Brett, imagining what he would want to do tonight. I knew what I wanted to do, but I was scared.

  Nothing to be afraid about, I told myself. He’ll keep you safe.

  Brett

  It had taken far too long for Kathy to leave Sara. I was aching to see her and jealous that anyone else was getting to spend time with her instead of me. Popping into the kitchen before I left, I grabbed the steaks I had picked up at the store. I tossed them in a bag with some potatoes and broccoli.

  I was going to make her a meal she wouldn’t ever forget.

  I was going to be the man she wouldn’t ever forget.

  The sun was going down, and the air was a little chilly. I shivered, having changed out of my suit and now was wearing a t-shirt and some jeans. Sara was probably still wearing the same outfit as before. My pulse started to pound when I thought about the way her huge breasts had spilled out of her top earlier. Even though I had cum just a few hours before, there was nothing more that I wanted to be with her, to kiss all of her curves, to claim her for my own.

  My little car handled the curves on the way to her house smoothly, taking them gently and powering through them.

  Like me, I thought.

  I would have Sara for my own. She was mine, and nobody else’s.

  When I pulled into her driveway, I could see that there was a light on inside but the rest of the house was dark. I imagined her sitting on the sofa, her hurt ankle propped up, her curvy body waiting for me. I throbbed.

  She called to me as soon as I got in the front door.

  “Brett! You made it!”

  I could hear the smile in her voice, but beneath it was something else. Something dark and longing. It made my cock twitch more, and I dropped the bag of groceries on the floor, going right over to her.