Curvy and the Beast
“When you say you have this handled…” Dad wonders aloud.
“I mean, I’m going to find him and make him disappear.” Crews says coldly.
“I’m helping. What do you need me to do?” Drake demands.
Another moment of silence. “I’ll call you when I find him. That work for you?”
“Perfectly.”
The fact that the man I love, and my brother and Dad are plotting the disappearance of my stalker should probably make me feel something close to panic or fear. Instead, I feel safe and at ease about it.
Mom squeezes my hand and kisses my cheek. “You’ve got a good one baby.” She whispers.
“I know.”
Epilogue
Crews
One Year Later
My very pregnant wife is currently riding my dick like the superstar she is. Reverse cowgirl is the only way she can do it right now, so when I mentioned I hated that I couldn’t see her beautiful face anymore, she had a mirror installed on the ceiling over the bed. Problem fucking solved. Right now, her head is thrown back so I can see her, and I love it. Her long blonde hair is tangled from my hands, but the ends skim over my abs.
When we got married, I settled into domestic bliss better than I thought I would. She is the best fucking wife a man could ask for. She is adventurous and always game for anything my job may throw our way. My mom, Alma, and Addison get along well, which is great. She lives three floors below us now. Close enough to where she can be protected but we aren’t tripping over each other. The unfortunate part of being an enforcer for the Diaz family is that everyone I love is in danger twenty-four-seven, but I have the resources to protect them, and it is put to good use.
“Crews, I need to come. I missed you all day,” she says, moving her hips faster and faster. I was out at the Diaz compound all day. They had a clean-up situation that required all hands-on deck, Autumn, Alberto’s wife, and Addison excluded since they are both pregnant, but under normal circumstances, they’d both be there helping out.
Addison was more on board with my lifestyle than I ever thought she would be. I told her father she wouldn’t be involved, but that quickly changed when she realized the family’s need for her services. She has stitched more than one Diaz enforcer up in the middle of the night, without complaint. She is quite the badass. My perfect little badass. She still isn’t involved in anything that could get her in trouble with the law, even though my Angel would love to be.
Once the threat of Denny was neutralized, and by neutralized, I mean he was found floating in the Hudson, she blossomed overnight. She told me about some of the fucked up things he tried to do over the year he stalked her and he should be thankful that he’s dead. If I had known what I know now, he would have suffered more. Much more than the beating Drake and I gave him a week after the first family dinner. She should have called the police sooner, but I thank God every fucking day that I was there to save her before it was too late.
Above me, she moans again, bringing me back to the present. Fucking up into her, I give my Angel what she needs.
“Come on, be my good girl and come for me,” I growl, gripping her hips, and she does, setting my orgasm throttling to the surface. Once we’ve both come down from our release, I help her off my still hard cock so that she can lay down and rest. She’s due with our daughter in two short months. I’ve already got the nursery all set up.
“I love you,” she says as I throw the blankets over us.
“I love you too, Angel.”
I love her more than she will ever know. No other woman was ever going to be good enough for me. It had to be her, my Angel. We saved each other in more ways than one. I’ll never let her go, and I’d hate to see the bastard that tries to make me.
The beast within me was tamed by my curvy queen, and I’d kill again to protect her and our family. Just watch me.
Epilogue
Addison
How do you put into words how complete your life is? The truth is, you can’t. From the moment Crews came hobbling into my life he’s owned me. I was his, the moment I stared into his chocolate brown eyes. In the fifteen years, we’ve been married, he’s given me six children. First was our daughter Camila, then after she turned two, he gave me a set of identical twin boys Sebastian and Stephan. A year later came Isabella, then Valentina, and our youngest Mia, who is seven.