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Dedication
Chapter One
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Loving Her Curves
ISBN # 978-1-78184-816-6
©Copyright Caitlin Ricci 2013
Cover Art by Posh Gosh ©Copyright October 2013
Edited by Rebecca Douglas
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LOVING HER CURVES
Caitlin Ricci
How’s a plus-sized girl to celebrate getting the cover spot on a magazine? At home wrapped around her men, of course.
Aria Dulane has just scored her biggest win yet in her modelling career with a cover spot on Curves, a magazine all about celebrating the beauty of the fuller figure, and Aria couldn’t agree with their idea more. And neither can her men. She’s got two of them, both sexy and completely hers waiting at home for her. One’s an artist, the other a chef and with her between them things couldn’t be hotter.
Despite mixed reactions from their families, these three have carved out a relationship together. It’s neither conventional nor normal by most standards, but Aria and her guys hardly give a damn what others think as long as they keep each other happy. Which is easily done when they spend more time naked than dressed. When a new man comes to stay with them, her boys might have to learn to share. Thankfully they have a big bed and their Aria has an appetite for a man in a uniform.
Dedication
As always, for Scott. I love you.
Chapter One
Aria Dulane stepped out of the photography studio feeling like a million dollars. Not only had the coffee guy hit on her that morning, which was always a compliment, but she’d just landed the cover spot for the next issue of Curves. She couldn’t help but smile as she walked down the narrow sidewalk in her glossy black pumps and pinstripe skirt, both of which had been a gift from the clothing designer she and the other women had been showing off. She loved clothing, and it was good too since she was a model, and the little details the designer had embellished into the outfit and the shirt made her especially happy. The clothes she’d come in—a pair of jeans, flip-flops and a T-shirt—were folded neatly in the oversized bag slung over her shoulder, along with her signed contract.
Cover model. She smiled again. It’s what every model wanted and what she’d dreamed of for the past five years, ever since she’d seen the ad for plus size models in the local paper. Back then she’d been a curvy teenager tired of being teased and bullied by the skinnier girls. Now she was a mature, confident woman who loved her body right down to the stretch marks on her hips.
And, she reminded herself, there were two very sexy men waiting for her at home who loved her curves just as much as she did. If not more.
“Congrats!” a breathless woman said, struggling to catch up to her.
Aria turned and her smile spread at the sight of her best friend, Cassandra, next to her. “Hey. Thanks. And by the way, you rocked that hot little yellow dress. It went great with your blonde hair.” Proving her point, she reached out and twirled a lock of Cassandra’s hair around her finger. “Simply stunning.”
Her friend blushed, her pretty hazel eyes shining just a bit brighter as she ducked her head. She was a new model and hadn’t yet learnt how to take a compliment. Aria didn’t doubt that she’d be great someday soon, but she had a little bit of growing up to do first. Still, she was only twenty, so she had plenty of time. Besides, her dreams were in acting and not so much in fashion.
“What’s your plan for tonight?” Aria asked her. She linked her arm through Cassandra’s elbow as they kept walking down the sidewalk. Since neither of them had driven, it was a fair guess to assume Cassandra was going towards the light rail station too.
“I’ve got class in an hour,” Cassandra replied. “At least I did the homework for it this time. Had to read some Dickens. You?”
“Home with my guys,” Aria replied, winking at the shorter woman. Again Cassandra blushed, her mouth forming into a tight line.
“All that attention, those hot men…” Cassandra sighed. “Not a clue how you do it. I can barely stand one man, and he and I have petty arguments all the time.”
“It’s about priorities,” Aria revealed, though it was no real secret and she was happy to talk about her relationship with anyone who asked. She handled the idiots that chose to comment on her relationship just as well as the infatuated women that looked like they wanted to paw her men at the supermarket, which was not very well at all. It was a good thing her men were strong enough to hold her back, or else she’d have gone after quite a few of those judgmental people or shameless women. When it came to her guys she didn’t play fair at all.
“How so?” Cassandra asked.
Aria gave her a quick smile. “My relationship with them comes first. I know that and they do as well. Together we make sure that it stays that way. We have our issues, as I’m sure every relationship does. But with three people involved, it’s much easier to make sure that things don’t escalate into screaming matches. Diplomacy isn’t that hard if the people involved give up any need to be selfish and realise that the common goal is the relationship and that everyone has to give a bit to be able to make it work.”
“Oh.” Cassandra turned quiet and Aria was afraid she’d said something wrong, or perhaps said too much. She didn’t mean to preach and hadn’t thought she’d come across that way. But perhaps she had.
“I didn’t mean to—” she began, but Cassandra lifted her hand and cut her off.
“You’re really lucky. I mean really lucky.” Her smile faltered for a moment. “I hope you know that.” She pulled out of Aria’s hold and gave her a quick hug followed by a light peck on the cheek, something she did with all her friends.
“I do,” Aria agreed. “I know I am.”
Cassandra smiled and this time it was far more genuine. “Good. Say hi to the guys for me please. See you next week at the shoot?”
Aria nodded. “Absolutely.”
“All right, Miss Cover Model, I’ll see you then!” Cassandra shot her a little wave and skipped across the street, her bright blonde hair floating behind her as she crossed. Aria watched her go for a moment, thinking as she often did that her best friend was a great woman but pretty strange, then she turned back towards the light rail s
tation.
Her phone vibrated in her purse and she pulled it out, ready to answer it and hoping it was her guys so that she could tell them all about the shoot and how much fun it had been. Until she saw that it was her mother.
A frown quickly replaced her smile as she answered the phone. If she hadn’t, her mother would have just kept calling. “Hello, Mom.”
“Aria, good. I caught you. What’d you do today?”
With a sigh, she kept walking. Though her mother may have sounded interested in her day, she knew better. Getting her soft then going in for the kill was the preferred method to her torture. “I had a photo shoot and I—”
“You weren’t naked were you?”
Aria loudly snorted, drawing the attention of a few teenagers hanging out in front of an arcade on the crowded sidewalk. “No. It was tasteful. Mostly business stuff. Nothing too hard.”
“Good. Well that’s one thing that you’re doing right at least. Though I wish you’d choose to go back to school and finish out your degree. Looks will only last you for so long and you don’t have them as it is. This curvy love thing is just a bubble that’s about to burst. Like the housing market. You’ll see.”
“Right…” Aria rolled her eyes. Fighting with the woman wasn’t worth it, she quickly reminded herself. They’d been over this plenty of times. And yeah, Aria knew modelling wasn’t a forever type of thing. And someday she probably would go back for her degree. But that would be when she wanted it to be. Not when her mom dictated.
“Are you still living in sin?”
“Yep!” Aria replied, a bit too happily.
Her mother’s sharp gasp made Aria’s smile grow into a wide grin. “You’re going to hell. I hope you realise that, and know how much pain and stress you’re putting me through. And your father. He—”
“Daddy doesn’t care,” Aria chimed in, cutting her mother off. “He just wants me to be happy. I could be in the harem of a sultan and he’d still just want me to be happy. I could be, and wait for this, Mom, because it’s going to shock you, a lesbian! And Daddy would still say ‘Pumpkin, you happy?’ and I’d say ‘yes, Dad, I am’. And he’d say ‘good’. He doesn’t care, Mom. You’re the only one in the family that’s still grasping at this whole idea of hell. I love them. Love, love, love. That’s not going to change.”
“Well, I never,” her mother gasped, sounding flustered and a lot like the southern belle she played in the community theatre group on Sundays. “I didn’t raise you to be like this. Not at all.”
Aria laughed. She couldn’t help it. “Be like what? Faithful to the men I love? Happy? Able to be in a lasting relationship? Strong? Capable of making my own decisions? What is it about me that you don’t want to take credit for?”
“Being a whore!” her mother screeched at her.
Grinning at her phone, Aria pulled it away from her face. “Whores get paid, Mommy darling. I do this for fun.” She pressed the button to end the call, hanging up on her. Though her mother’s words used to hurt, and she knew she’d been a bit over the top and mean to her at times, Aria tried not to let the woman affect her. Well, any more than she had when her mother had been disapproving when Aria was in high school and had started to gain too much weight to be a cheerleader. Which was funny because when her curves came in she got asked out more than most of the other girls in the school combined.
Her phone rang again and she opened it without looking, sure that she knew who it was. “Mom, I hung up on you. That should mean that I don’t want to talk right now.”
“Okay, sis.”
Her brother’s laughter caused her to stop and look at her phone. “Arliss?”
His laughter grew. “Yeah, who else calls you ‘sis’?”
“No one.” Aria groaned. “Did Mom call you because I hung up on her? I swear to God, if she’s going to start putting you up to her tactics of attempting to get me to behave like the proper lady like she thinks I should, I’m going to go yell at her. She does not get to use my little brother against me.”
Arliss snickered. “Little is relative considering that I’m only three minutes younger than you.”
“Details,” she said, still scowling. A woman passing on the sidewalk beside her shot her a look and Aria rolled her eyes. It wasn’t as if her expression was meant for the stranger.
“But no, I’m not calling because Mom has some nefarious plan involving you, me and virgin blood or anything like that,” her brother teased.
“Thankfully. So what’s up?” She found a seat on an iron bench, tilted her head back and let the sunshine light her face.
“Would you and the guys like to come over Saturday night? I got Megan this new Italian cookbook and she’s planning to make a feast. It’s supposed to be a recipe book of easy weeknight dinners, but I think she’s inventing a new kind of Italian Thanksgiving from the amount of food she had me buy today. And your niece misses you.”
Laughing, Aria ran her fingers through her hair, pulling it off her neck. “Krissie’s too young to miss me. Though I do love how you used your infant daughter to guilt trip me into coming over. Excellent use of parenting skills, Dad.”
Arliss laughed as well and she could hear a baby crying in the background. “She okay?” Aria asked him. “She sounds cranky. Not that I know what babies actually sound like. But she sounds like she might need something.”
“Yeah, all her teeth are starting to come in. She’s teething.”
Through the phone, she heard Arliss pick her up and the gentle sounds of her brother talking to his tiny daughter filled her ear, wrapping her in comfort. He was a good dad. An idiot the rest of the time, but when it came to Krissie he was amazing. Much better than she was with the little girl.
“Isn’t there something doctors can give her?” Aria asked once Krissie had stopped crying. “I mean, they have pain meds and stuff for her right?”
“Not really. She’s got icy teething things in the freezer that are supposed to help, but other than that it’s just about soothing her.” Krissie let out a wail and Aria cringed, glad she wasn’t getting that experience first-hand. “So, dinner?” Arliss asked, not missing a beat as he cooed to his daughter.
“I need to check with the guys, but other than that, absolutely. I’d love to,” Aria replied. “Do we need to bring anything if we can make it?”
“If you can grow an extra stomach to take all that food in, that might help. Otherwise no, just yourself and your guys. They doing okay?”
Aria nodded. “Always. They get along surprisingly well. I mean, I know guys can live together and get along. But when we first started talking about moving in together a few years back, I somehow thought we’d need a boxing ring in the basement to work out some of that stress.”
Arliss chuckled. “Somehow I can’t picture a ring in that pretty townhouse of yours. Though, if you ever do manage to get it built, let me know. I haven’t boxed in years. Might be nice to try it out again.”
“I’ll keep that in mind,” she said. “And I’ll call you and let you know if we can make it. Have fun and give Megan a hug and Krissie a kiss for me. I hope she feels better soon.”
“Me too. It’d be nice to get some sleep for a change. Bye, sis.”
“Bye.”
She hung up and smiled down at her phone. She dearly loved her brother, and his wife and daughter were pretty fantastic too. And extremely supportive of her relationship with the men in her life. When she’d first started dating Logan, but had already been dating Josh, she’d lost a lot of friends, and the guys had had problems with their friends and family too. But she’d lucked out by finding two guys who not only loved her, but didn’t mind sharing and who understood that love could be shared. It was rare and it was beautiful. She knew better than to let either of them go.
Aria rose from her place on the bench and turned, ready to head to the light rail station and get home. But then she spotted a French bakery across the street where an elderly man was putting little pastries on tall glass towers in th
e window and her stomach growled loudly. She’d eaten well for lunch—a spinach and strawberry salad with glazed walnut and balsamic dressing that the company had catered for the models—but that had been a few hours ago so it wasn’t that surprising that she was hungry again. Especially not when there were tempting pastries right across the street and sweets had always been her greatest weakness when it came to food. She quickly crossed the street and ducked inside the small shop, the bell on the door chiming above her head.
“Feel free to look around and let me know if there’s anything that strikes your interest,” the man behind the counter said.
“Thank you,” she called back, her gaze already fixed on the little pastries in the glass display case. But what she’d come for wasn’t in there. It was far too big and decadent to be kept behind glass. “Do you have any of that delicious chocolate mousse cake you had out on display last week?”
Smiling at her, he turned to the cold case beside him. “Would you prefer just a slice or the whole cake?”
Aria licked her lips. “Whole. My guys and I will have it finished off pretty quickly.”
He wrapped it up for her and she paid. “How old are your sons?”
“Twenty-nine and thirty-four,” she replied, giggling. His eyes went wide but he said nothing else as she left the shop, her favourite food indulgence tucked tightly against her arm. Their townhouse was only a short light rail ride away, one of the benefits of living in the city, and so within ten minutes she was juggling her keys, bag and cake on her front porch.
Giving up on trying to manage it all, she used her elbow to hit the doorbell. “Josh, Logan! I need help!” she yelled up to them, hoping they were close enough to hear her.
Heavy footsteps echoed through the townhouse and she smiled as the door opened and Josh, scruffy hair and half buttoned shirt, attempted to pull her into a tight hug. When she laughingly swayed away from him he settled for groping her butt.
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