His Curvy Woman

by Leigh, Elisa

  “Well, I’m happy to oblige darlin’,” I say and wink.

  Seeing her lying in my bed covered in my cum is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. If I could take a picture of her like this I would, but I’d never disrespect her that way, so instead, I’ll seal it away as the best fucking night of my life, so far.

  “Don’t move, I’ll be right back.” I stand and walk to my bathroom and run hot water over a washcloth then wring it out. I go back to the bed to wipe her clean of our cum, but when I get close, she shies away.

  “Hunter, I can do that.” She holds out her hand for the washcloth, but I don’t give in.

  “This is part of me taking care of you, baby. Please don’t be embarrassed by this.” A few seconds roll by, and when she finally opens her legs and lets me clean her off. When I’m finished, I kiss her clean pussy and look up to find Whitley staring down at me with a soft look across her face. “Thank you for taking care of me.”

  “I will always take care of you, baby.”

  I walk back to the bathroom and quickly clean up. When I get back to bed, Whitley has already pulled the sheets and quilt back up and is covered, but has them pulled back for me on my side. I get into bed with her and pull the covers up, then turn and face Whitley, who is laying on her side staring at me.

  “Thank you for trusting me with that, Lee.”

  “Mmm.” She moans.

  I push her hair behind her ear. “What time do you need to get up in the morning for work?”

  She sits up almost immediately. “Oh my god, I completely forgot about work.”

  I laugh and pull her back against my chest. “It’s okay, baby. As long as we get you back to your place in enough time, we’ll both make it to work on time tomorrow.” I say, stroking her hair. She’s quiet, a million thoughts probably running through her head. “I’ll take you home if you want, but I’d rather you stayed here with me. Just so I can hold you and know that you are safe.”

  She sighs, but it turns into a yawn. “I should probably go home, Hunter. Is it wrong that I’d rather stay?”

  I smile, happy she wants to stay with me. “You live less than five minutes away, and I already have my alarm set to go off at six o’clock. I’ll drive you home, so you’ll have plenty of time to get ready and get to work on time. I promise it will be okay.”

  She’s quiet for a second, and if not for her racing heartbeat, I would have thought she fell asleep. “If I’m late, you’re in trouble.” She rolls out of bed and grabs her phone. I watch over her shoulder as she sets her alarm too and sends a message off to her mom telling her she’s staying at my house for the night.

  Thank god she agreed to stay. I would have taken her home if she wanted me to, but she agreed, and that’s what matters. I hope she’s starting to believe that I want more than just one night with her, I want the rest of our lives.

  We lay there for a while as I stroke up and down her back with the palm of my hand, and she traces the tattoos on my chest and ribs.

  “How the hell did I get so lucky?” I ask.

  “What do you mean?” She says, looking up at me, resting her chin on my chest.

  “I’ve wanted you to be mine for years, and now you’re in my arms. When something happens that you never thought could be a reality, it just makes you appreciate it that much more.”

  She gives me a soft smile. “I know exactly what you mean. It started when I was in eighth grade. Ramsey had his friends over all the time, that was just par for the course, I guess, but there was something different about you. You were kind and talked to me when others acted like I didn’t even exist. Even James and Trevor, who were cordial, never treated me like you did. You made me feel special and that my thoughts and ideas had value. At the time I couldn’t put that to words, I just knew that I had the biggest crush on my brother’s best friend.”

  I never knew she felt this way, maybe I suspected a little after I thought about that last night but hearing her tell me is completely different.

  “Do you think we’d be together now if you had never left?” She asks.

  “I’ve thought about that some over the past couple of years. I’d like to say yes, but who knows. I do believe that we’d be together no matter what, that in the end, you would be my wife and the mother of my children.”

  “Isn’t it a little soon to be talking about those things? We just reconnected.” Whitley asks.

  “Does it make you uncomfortable, or are you worried about what other people might say?”

  She shrugs and sits up, resting her head against her hand. “If this is our only love story, I don’t want to miss all the parts that will make it transcendent.”

  “Our love story will definitely be transcendent Lee. It will be everything.”

  I hold her face in the palm of my hand and lean up to kiss her slowly. This kiss isn’t crazed. It’s meaningful and filled with passion. By the time we pull away, there’s something in her eyes that wasn’t before. No words need to be spoken. She finally gets it. She knows that I’m all in and she’s ready to take that leap with me.

  We fall asleep, Whitley wrapped up in my arms. In the middle of the night, I wake, and our positions have shifted, she’s rolled to her other side, and I’m plastered to her back, my legs intertwined with hers. I place a kiss on her shoulder and snuggle my face into her hair, then fall back to sleep easily. There is nowhere else I’d rather be.

  Chapter 9

  Whitley

  It’s a few minutes after five on Friday afternoon, and I’m waiting for Hunter to pick me up from work. I can’t stop smiling, and Tina has noticed. I told her about my date on Monday night with Hunter, and she was absolutely giddy. I didn’t give her all the good details, but she knows I spent the night with him. Every morning when I come in, she wants the details from the night before. I always tell her there isn’t much to say to which she rolls her eyes and won’t stop bugging me until I give her more than that. Tina knows about Hunter and me because she and I were together at the coffee shop, but I haven’t told Andi. At first, I wasn’t sure what to tell her. Would there be anything to tell? As my oldest friend, someone who knew Hunter back then, she should have been the first person I shared this with. Instead, I feel like that fourteen-year-old girl with a secret crush. I don’t want her to be upset that I didn’t tell her from the beginning. The longer I keep my relationship with Hunter from her, the more awkward it feels to share.

  Hunter and I have plans to make dinner and watch something new on Netflix tonight. This is just what I need after the long week I’ve had. I’m not complaining, but I’m not getting as much sleep this week as I normally do and I’m exhausted. Ever since our date Monday night, Hunter and I have spent every night together at his house. I got smart and brought a change of clothes with me on Tuesday, so I didn’t have to go home early Wednesday morning. Hunter met me at my place on Wednesday afternoon, and I picked up some more clothes and haven’t been back to my place since. He even suggested that I leave my car at home since he could just drive us into work since my job is on the way to his. I know we should probably give it a rest. Spending this much time together at the beginning of a relationship is only going to end in disaster. Listening to my brain is a lot harder than one might think when my heart is doing all of the decision making.

  The last few nights with Hunter have been spent talking and getting to know each other again while we eat and watch meaningless television. We will order in or pick something up to go since he doesn’t have anything to cook with yet. We’re taking care of that problem tomorrow by doing some major shopping. Last night after we ate, we made a list of everything he doesn’t have. We probably won’t be able to get it all done tomorrow, so it’s a good thing we have Sunday too. Hunter starts his ABC schedule Monday at the firehouse. He’ll work twenty-four hours, then be off twenty-four hours. He’ll do this a total of three times and then be off for five days, then he’ll start the rotation over again. I’m used to this from my brother and my dad since they’ve been wor
king this schedule for years, but I’m having mixed feelings about Hunter not being here at night. I know it’s selfish and it’s part of his job, but it’s still going to suck.

  Just as I’m wondering why Hunter hasn’t texted me to let me know he’s on his way, a text comes through letting me know he’s running about fifteen minutes late. I’m feeling the effects of leaving my car at my place. It wasn’t the best idea, now that I’m stuck at work. While I love riding with him, I know this can’t last. Especially with his new schedule. This week-long sleepover won’t be happening after Sunday either. My stomach twists and feelings of doubt start to invade. I believed Hunter when he told me how he felt for me, and he’s done nothing but prove over and over again that he’s genuine, but how will this new schedule work with our budding relationship?

  I’m waiting outside when I spot Hunter drive into the parking lot. When he pulls up to the curb, I hurry and jump in, ready to get back to his place and relax. I’m tired of all the thinking I’m doing and would rather just snuggle up to him.

  Hunter leans over and gives me a quick kiss. “Sorry about that baby, Ramsey stopped me in the parking lot just as I was getting in my truck and was asking about how things were going with us.”

  I give him the side-eye and smirk. “Oh, did he now? And what did you tell my nosey brother?”

  “That he had nothing to worry about, so he could mind his own fucking business.”

  I raise my hand up for a high five, and Hunter doesn’t disappoint. He smacks my hand then pulls it up to his mouth and drops a kiss on the top of it. “He did ask if we’d like to go to dinner tonight with him and Julia.”

  I give him a face making him laugh. “I’m sorry, Hunter. I know Ramsey really likes her and that I should give her a chance, but there was something about her the other night that rubbed me the wrong way.”

  “Do you want me to tell him no?” He asks.

  “No. Don’t do that. Maybe it was because it was the first time that we met, who knows.” I shrug. “What time are we supposed to meet them, and where?” I’m already starting to feel dread sink into the pit of my stomach.

  “Baby, we don’t have to go tonight. I told him I would talk to you first then let him know.”

  I smile over at Hunter and know that with him by my side, it will be a good night no matter what. “No, let’s go. This will be fun. I don’t get to see much of Ramsey these days anyway.”

  “That’s my girl.” He gives me that smile that has me melting inside.

  “Could you drop me off at my place though? The stuff I need to get ready for tonight is at home, and it will just be easier for me to get ready at home, rather than taking it all over to your place.”

  Hunter gets a weird look on his face and doesn’t say anything.

  “Is that okay?”

  He looks over at me and smiles, but I can tell something I said bothered him. “Of course, it is.”

  I was so excited for tonight a half-hour ago, and now things are getting all messed up. I try and not let it bother me, but I can’t help it. I really don’t want to spend our first Friday night together with Ramsey’s self-absorbed girlfriend. Instead of whining about it though, I put my big girl panties on and just deal, then tell myself it can’t be that bad with only the four of us.

  Hunter drops me off and promises to be back in two hours to pick me up for dinner at one of the restaurants downtown. I take a peek in my closet and decide on an off the shoulder dress that cinches at the waist. I choose this one because I love the white and baby blue vertical striped material and how it makes my red hair pop. Once I’m out of the shower, I blow dry and straighten my hair, so it’s hanging loose against my shoulders. I put on more makeup than I usually do, really playing up my blue eyes with a smoky eye and mascara. By the time Hunter arrives, I’m already in my white strappy tie-up wedges, that match perfectly to my dress and give me a few extra inches.

  “Whitley, damn baby, you look stunning.” He says as soon as I open the door for him.

  “Thank you. You look pretty good yourself, Mr. Stone.” He’s wearing a pair of dark wash jeans that are snug around his tight ass, and a black button-up short-sleeved shirt that is tight around his biceps. Over the past week, I’ve studied his tattoos at length and still can’t look away. I love the art he chose to cover his skin with, and I can’t picture him any other way now.

  He places his hand behind my back and pulls me to him and kisses me deeply. When I pull away, I’m dazed and hoping that tonight ends a little differently than the previous nights have. We’ve talked about the fact that I’m a virgin and that I’ve been waiting for the right time and the right person. There’s no need to wait when I’ve got the right person here in my arms.

  “You ready to get going, beautiful?”

  I rub the pink lip gloss off of his lips and nod my head. “Yeah, let’s go.”

  After I lock up, I put my keys in my small purse. Hunter guides us back to his truck with his hand at my back. When we arrive at the restaurant, Ramsey and Julia are already sitting there at a booth. Julia smiles at me and waves. Maybe this won’t be so bad. Hunter guides me into the booth first and then slides in beside me. I don’t miss the appreciative glance Julia gives Hunter, but I shrug it off knowing he’s a good-looking man.

  We end up having a good night, Ramsey and Hunter carrying most of the conversation as they catch up on what’s been going on since Hunter left. It’s good to see those two together again and the worry I felt earlier about our relationship weathering his new schedule seems silly now.

  After we’ve eaten, I excuse myself to use the restroom, and Julia says she’ll join me. Once we’ve used the restroom, we’re at the sink washing our hands when Julia looks up at me. “I love your dress, Whitley. Where did you get it?”

  I smile and look at myself in the mirror. “Thank you. I found it online.”

  “You know, you’re a lucky girl to be on a date with Hunter.”

  That’s a weird way to put it. “Yeah, he’s a great guy,” I say, not sure where she’s going with this.

  “It’s not like you’re married or anything. You only started dating this week.”

  I cross my arms against my chest. “What are you trying to say?”

  “I just don’t want you to get your hopes up for something more when it probably won’t last. Guys like him date a lot. Do you really see him settling down with a girl like you?”

  “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

  “Sweetie take it easy. I’m not trying to be a bitch. I'm just being real. There’s no way a man as perfect-looking as him stays with a girl who is, well you know.”

  “I really don’t. Why don’t you enlighten me?”

  She dares to look uncomfortable and winces. “You’re a bigger woman Whitley. Go find yourself someone more in your league, that way you won’t have to worry if he’ll leave you for someone else later on.”

  “I won’t tolerate you talking to me this way, and neither will my brother.”

  She laughs, dropping the act, and her true colors finally shine through. “Who do you think he’ll believe, his sister or his girlfriend? I’ve got him so wrapped up he’ll believe anything I tell him. Just try and come between us and I’ll make it seem like you don’t like me and are starting drama just so we’ll break up.”

  “He’ll never believe you over me.”

  She arches her perfectly painted on eyebrows. “Really? Go out there and see what happens.”

  I push past her and knock into her with my shoulder. I’m not going to stand here and listen to this bitch. I tried giving Julia a chance, but I was right the first night we met. On the way back to the table, I’m stopped by a waiter delivering food to a table, and I’m unable to get past. When I make it back to my table, Julia is already there beside Ramsey and is looking at me with concern. “Are you feeling better, Whitley?”

  I give her a weird look. “What?”

  “I was just telling Hunter that he should probably take you home si
nce your stomach is bothering you.”

  “Yeah baby, let’s get you home,” Hunter says and stands.

  “I’m feeling fine.” I huff, frustrated that Julia got here first and has already started her shit.

  “Don’t be tough, Lee. It’s okay that you aren’t feeling well.” He lays some bills on the table to cover our dinner. “Have a great night you guys, we’ll have to do this again.”

  “Not on my life,” I mutter as Hunter guides us away from the table.

  “We’re going to Beach Bums after this if you want to meet us there once you drop her off Hunter.” I hear Julia call out.

  I’m so pissed. I’m more than pissed. I’m boiling mad, and I’m ready to blow.

  “How are you feeling?” He asks once we get into the truck.

  “I’m fine!” I shout, not meaning to yell at Hunter, but do, nonetheless.

  “Take it easy, Lee, I’m just checking on you,” Hunter replies, sounding a little hurt.

  I lean against the door of his truck with my arms crossed, watching the cars as Hunter drives. I’m so angry, tears well up in my eyes and a few fall down my cheeks. I wipe them away quickly, so he doesn’t see me crying. This was not how the night was supposed to go. The madder I get, the more I replay everything Julia said. In the silence of the truck, I start questioning if what she said could be true.

  “I’d like to go home please.” I finally say.

  “We are going home. You can take a nice hot bath-”

  I shake my head. “No, I want to go back to my place.”

  He’s quiet for a minute. “Why? Are you really feeling bad? I thought that you were just giving an excuse so we could leave.”

  “I feel fine. I just need some space is all. We’ve been spending every night together, and I need some time alone. I need to think.”

  “What is there to think about?” He asks with sounding hurt.

  I shake my head but don’t turn to face him. If I do, he’ll see my smeared makeup, and I can’t do this with him right now. “Just take me, home, Hunter.” He deserves more than that, but I'm not in the right frame of mind to give it to him.