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Softail Curves (A Big Girls & Bad Boys Erotic Romance

BOOK: Softail Curves (A Big Girls & Bad Boys Erotic Romance
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“Oh my lord, you have to be kidding,” Becky said and I followed her gaze. It was Saturday night and Becky and I were out drinking and hoping to meet Mr. Right, or at least Mr. Right Now. So far, we were striking out and it looked as if that trend would continue as I located the guy Becky had spotted heading our way. Was this guy for real?

As Mr. American Chopper approached, I saw Becky roll her eyes. He looked like he just walked off the set of Easy Rider, wearing an American flag bandana that held his shaggy blonde hair out of his eyes. The cliché didn’t stop there, however. He wore a black t-shirt with a half-naked girl on a chopper emblazoned on the front, blue jeans under leather chaps and scuffed leather boots. A heavy chain draped from his fat leather belt to his back pocket, keeping his wallet safe I suppose. Tattoos, mostly of motorcycles, skulls and naked women, covered his arms. However, it was his eyes that caught my attention.

Sure, he was a walking stereotype but his blue eyes told me there was more to this guy than his look might suggest. For a moment, I wondered if he was a real biker or an orthodontist playing dress up for the weekend but something told me this guy was the real deal. He sauntered up to our table, looked Becky up and down then turned to me. His eyes swept up and down my curvy body hungrily. Apparently, deciding I was his preferred target, he turned his back to Becky.

“What’s your name?” he asked. I glanced at Becky and she was scowling at this guy, obviously not happy at being ignored even though I was sure she would have shut him down in any case.

“Shauna,” I said dismissively. He looked me over again and I suddenly felt self-conscience. I was out hoping to attract the opposite sex and dressed for it. My sleeveless white dress left my ample cleavage and thighs exposed. The dress flattered my round, curvy body but I still didn’t like it when a guy looked too closely. And this guy was all but undressing me with his eyes.

“My brothers call me Dutch but you can call me daddy,” he said. I wanted to laugh but he was completely serious and the edge to his voice told me he meant it. Behind him, Becky laughed.

“Oh my lord! Really?” she said but Dutch only ignored her. He was making me uncomfortable but not in a scary way. It was the way my body reacted to his words that frightened me. My breathing quickened, I felt hot suddenly and my pussy tingled. This guy wasn’t even close to being my type but my body begged to differ.

“I’m not really interested, Dutch,” I said gently, hoping he would take the hint and leave. I should have known better.

“Yes, you are. I can see it. I can smell it on you. I’ll be over there when you figure that out,” he said and walked away. I watched him go, his tight ass, wrapped in that old denim, begging me to dig my nails into his flesh. I shook my head and looked at Becky.

“What a creep!” she said and cringed dramatically. I nodded in agreement. I guess he was creepy. However, if he was, why was I so turned on? Why was I suddenly imagining him pounding me senseless as his hands dug into my lush curves? I shook the image from my head and decided, yes, he was a creep. I almost believed it too.

“Did you see how he raped us with his eyes?” I said trying to convince Becky I was as disgusted as she was, or was I trying to convince myself?

“No kidding. I need a shower,” Becky joked and I laughed. I slammed the rest of my white wine to calm myself and asked Becky if she wanted another. I already knew the answer. I stood and grabbed her empty glass before she even answered. “Of course,” she told me.

“I’ll go get us refills, you watch the table,” I told Becky. The club was crowded and tables were at a premium. This wasn’t a biker bar and I wondered what Dutch and his friends were doing here. They didn’t fit in but they didn’t seem to care.

“OK, I’ll keep an eye on you to make sure Peter Fonda Jr. doesn’t attack you,” Becky said and I laughed but I think she was serious.

“He’s harmless,” I said but I wasn’t so sure. I didn’t think he was dangerous but I doubted he was harmless.

“Yeah, right,” Becky replied. I rolled my eyes at her and went to the bar picking my way through the dense crowd. I set the empty wine glasses on the bar and attempted to look needy. I’d have showed off my deep cleavage, but two of the bartenders were women and the third was likely gay. Too bad, even though I was big, guys seemed to forget about it when they saw my generous boobs. Suddenly, one of the bartenders set a glass of white wine in front of me without me having to ask. I wondered why she only brought one.

“From the gentleman over there,” she said and I turned in the direction she pointed expecting to see the biker that called himself Dutch, but he wasn’t there. I looked around and was startled to find Dutch standing right behind me. I wondered how he got past Becky but her attention was already somewhere else. Some bodyguard she was.

“You bought these?” I asked.

“I did,” Dutch told me.

“Well, thanks. I have to get back though,” I said hoping to avoid a long conversation, or rather avoid facing the way this guy made me feel.

“Looks like your friend is occupied. Why don’t you come over and sit with me?” Dutch said nodding towards Becky. Sure enough, two young guys in hoodies and skinny jeans were chatting her up. Great!

“Look, I appreciate the drinks but I’m really not interested. Nothing personal, I’m just not into bikers,” I told Dutch hoping he’d get the message. On the other hand, maybe I was hoping I’d get the message. Either way, it didn’t work. Dutch put his hands on my broad hips and leaned close.

“Bullshit,” was all he said but he didn’t back away. I swallowed hard and I couldn’t hold his gaze. I looked away, but a finger slipped under my chin and he forced me to look him in the eyes. Damn, why did his eyes have to be so sexy?

“Look, what do you want?” I asked.

“I want you naked. I want you’re voluptuous body rippling with every thrust. I want to hear you cry out and call me daddy. I think you know what I want. More importantly, I think you want it too,” Dutch told me. He held my gaze and I couldn’t look away this time. A small battle raged in my head. Part of me was ready to submit to this biker and let him fuck me silly. However, another part was shocked and offended at his words. That part of me won the day.

I reached out and grabbed a glass of wine from the bar meaning to throw it in Dutch’s face but his hand seized mine and stopped me. The hand on my hips slipped lower and he grabbed my round ass as his tongue invaded my mouth. I struggled for a moment but as his tongue explored my mouth, I gave in. I let Dutch kiss me. The hand that held my wrist slid up my arm and cupped my breast. My God, was he going to take me right there?

“Hey, let go of her, you fucking dirt bag,” Becky shouted suddenly. Dutch let me go and laughed at Becky. Sure, now she shows up to rescue me.

“Go away, little girl,” Dutch told her. Becky kicked him in the shin with her pump, but he just chuckled at her.

“C’mon, Shauna. Let’s go,” Becky said and took my hand. She tugged me away from Dutch. I was surprised how badly I wanted to stay. Nevertheless, Becky’s intrusion allowed my reason and sanity to return and I willingly followed her. We walked towards the exit but just before we left, I couldn’t help but look back. Dutch watched us go. I had the feeling I hadn’t seen the last of the biker with the sexy blue eyes.

“I’m sorry. I should have kept an eye on you. That guy’s trouble,” Becky said as we got into her car.

“I’m fine. I can take care of myself. I was just about to knee him in the balls,” I lied. Honestly, I had no such thoughts. To my surprise, I enjoyed being ravished like that. What the hell was wrong with me? I’d never given a second thought to guys like Dutch, if that was his real name, which I doubted. Where I came from, guys on bikes dressed in leather with tattoos were either losers or middle-aged doctors and lawyers reliving their youth. In either case, I wasn’t interested.

However, Dutch was different somehow. Those blue eyes made my pussy wet and his strong, ink covered arms made me weak in the knees. He wasn’t some part-time, wannabe biker, but he wasn’t a dirt bag, as Becky put it, either. He was different and not at all what I expected. I could hardly keep myself from imagining him and I naked having wild sex. I didn’t know whether to thank Becky for rescuing me or tell her to mind her own business from now on.

“You want to sleep over? I know I’d want company if some guy practically raped me in public,” Becky asked. She was being slightly dramatic. It was only a kiss. A magnificent, passionate kiss that sent chills up my spine, but just a kiss. I suppose I should have been upset about the way Dutch treated me, but I wasn’t. I smiled at Becky.

“No, I’m fine. Really. Besides, I’ve got stuff to do tomorrow. Thanks,” I replied.

“You sure?” she asked.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” I said. In reality, I wasn’t fine. I was confused. Why was a guy like Dutch making me feel this way? Why was his forcefulness so exciting? I wasn’t supposed to like guys that treated women like that. Guys were supposed to respect me, defer to me and treat me like a princess. Nevertheless, there was no denying that I enjoyed the way Dutch took what he wanted and didn’t ask.

“OK, I’ll take you home. If you need anything, call me,” Becky said. A few minutes later, she dropped me off at my apartment. I needed to get Dutch out of my head. I left a trail of clothes from my front door to my bedroom and after grabbing my favorite vibrator, I climbed into bed and went to town. I didn’t even try to deny that I was attracted to Dutch. I hoped working through my unexpected feelings would make them go away.

I didn’t mess around. No romance, no soft foreplay. I was wet already and ready. I turned on the vibrator, slipped it in between my soft folds and let my mind imagine it was Dutch’s thick, hard cock. For the next half hour, I let the sexy biker have his way with me, but I refused to call him daddy in my fantasies as he suggested. That was too much. I came more times than I could count and when I finally imagined him coming all over my full breasts, I turned off my vibrator sure I’d gotten the biker with the sexy blue eyes out of my system.

I went to the bathroom to clean the toy. I looked at myself in the mirror and now another battle raged in my head. I’d been concentrating on why I was attracted to Dutch but as I stared at myself in the mirror, I wondered why he was attracted to me. I wasn’t huge, but I wasn’t skinny by any means. I wasn’t like Becky, thin and beautiful. I just couldn’t figure out why Dutch was after me instead of her.

 I put my vibrator away at the bottom of my panties drawer and went to bed. I was tired, having worn myself out dreaming of Dutch. Instead of basking in the afterglow, I was feeling inadequate and ashamed. Whatever, it didn’t matter. I had a feeling that I might see Dutch again, but I probably wouldn’t. After he sobered up, he’d realize what I really looked like and move on, just as I was trying to do.


Sunday, I hardly thought of Dutch and I was sure my strategy had worked. I had indulged my baser instincts and now that those torrid fantasies had been satisfied, I’d quickly forgotten about him. I did my laundry, cleaned the apartment and caught up on episodes of General Hospital on my DVR. After I finished eating a Weight Watchers frozen entrée for dinner, I made ready to settle in and watch a movie when someone knocked at my door.

I almost didn’t answer it but then I thought it might be important, a dying neighbor or maybe Publisher’s Clearing House with my check. I made sure I didn’t look too much a wreck, but my jeans and tank were presentable enough. I opened the door and there was Dutch. For a moment, I stood there speechless. He was the last person I expected to see.

“Evening, Shauna,” he said. His bandana was gone but otherwise he looked the same. His t-shirt was white today, but it still had a half-naked woman posing on a motorcycle on the front.

“What are you doing here?” I asked and I was suddenly wary.

“You’re friend ruined a nice moment last night. I thought you might like to see how it ended,” Dutch said. How the hell did he find me? I told him my first name but that’s it. Did he follow us last night?

“How do you know where I live?” I asked. I should have shut the door in his face, maybe even called 911, but I didn’t. I wasn’t afraid and I didn’t know why. For all I knew, Dutch was a stalker or worse but that didn’t feel right. In any case, he was persistent.

“It wasn’t hard. A few questions at the bar and someone knew your last name. After that, I just Googled you,” he said and held up his iPhone. I suppose I wasn’t exactly anonymous. I wasn’t close friends with anyone at the club last night besides Becky, but some of them knew me.

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