“It’s just that when I was younger, I used to get teased all the time,” came her soft admission.
“Teased for what?” I asked casually, rubbing her shoulder. “What’s wrong sweetheart? Everyone gets teased.”
A pregnant pause, the girl inhaling deeply.
“Well, I was teased for being big,” the words barely came out. She found my hand and held it tight, our fingers locking together. My sense as an alpha took over when I realized how vulnerable she made herself by telling me this. She trusted me and it was my job to preserve that trust. To make her feel safe no matter what. I held her a little tighter, edging that round form close until she was practically in my lap.
“What did they say?” I growled low and comforting. These memories were probably difficult to share, but at the same time, bottling them up inside would do no good. She needed to get this off her chest. Only then would she truly bloom as a confident young woman.
And taking a shaky breath, Laney began.
“The girls at school were the worst. They would constantly taunt me. Most days, I dreaded going to class because it would mean facing my bullies. I hated it. My parents, however, didn’t care. So day by day, I had to put up with the name-calling and snide comments. I never raised my hand in class, because if I did, it was social suicide.”
She paused, voice wavering.
“Shhh, sweetheart,” I growled, stroking her back. “It’s okay, you don’t have to continue. I can tell this is hard for you.” The brunette was practically in my lap at this point, trembling like a doe. Fuck those women. Fuck those teen girls. They were harpies and idiots, combining the worst of both worlds. I’d strangle the nitwits myself if I could.
“Go on, sweetheart,” came my soothing voice. “What else?”
Laney swallowed, choking a bit on the memories.
“Th-there was this one time in gym class,” she muttered, squeezing my hand so hard now that it hurt. “Someone threw a ball at me, and instead falling to the floor, it bounced off my chest.” Tears rolled down her cheeks. “I can still hear them laughing because from that day on, everyone started calling me ‘Bowling Ball.’ It was so humiliating.” She choked back sobs, whole body shaking.
I growled, anger bubbling inside my chest. Fuck those people. Fuck them all to hell.
“Laney.” I turned her around so she could look at me. Gently, I wiped away her tears before I cupped her cheeks in my palms, thumbs rubbing against her skin.
Her sobs quelled, brown eyes searching mine.
“Don’t listen to them. They were all fucking jealous. They were trying to put you down because you were round and bouncy. And you know what? I fucking love round and bouncy. I fucking love your curves,” came my possessive growl, pulling her closer. “There’s nothing wrong with being lush and thick. Trust me, no guy likes the skeletal models you see on TV, they’re freakin’ disgusting.”
I kissed the top of her head then.
“And if you don’t believe me,” came my raspy growl, “look what I’ve got. Sweetheart, would I have kept these if you weren’t as sexy as fuck?”
Her eyes widened at the dirty panties dangling from my finger.
“I was wondering where those were,” she breathed, titillated and aroused at once. “Oh god.”
My eyes darkened.
“That’s right sweetheart, they’re mine now,” I whispered throatily. “All mine.”
Just then the oven dinged, breaking our trance.
Levering my huge form up, I got up from the counter and took the pizza out, setting it out on the counter. Fuck, it smelled good, tangy red sauce combined with the smooth slide of creamy mozzarella.
Laney was by my side in an instant, her body practically pressed against mine. It seemed my little pep talk had washed away her shyness. Fan-fucking-tastic.
“That looks so good,” she whispered, licking her lips.
But I couldn’t resist anymore. She was too beautiful, giving and sweet. Shit, this little girl had me by the balls from the get-go, ever since that first day in the library. And I needed to take and control, without any further delay.
“Not as good as you,” was my throaty rasp. And with that, I turned, grabbing those lush hips and pushing her against the counter. Our lips collided in a fiery explosion. My fingers tangled in her hair, pulling as she mewled with delight and agony.
I was just about to get real when the thud of heavy footsteps interrupted. Fuck fuck fuck! Quickly, my hands pushed that curvy form away and started slicing the pizza as a warden walked by. Eyes suspicious, he nodded at Laney before clomping off once more.
But the spell had been broken. We’d been teetering on the edge of a hot session before that fucker came by. Besides, I didn’t want my girl to starve. So instead, I served the pizza, plonking slices onto a couple plates before striding to the table.