Addicted to Her Curves
“Yes. I’m going to be clear here. I love her, Scott. I mean, she’s all I think about all day from the minute I wake up. She’s the only woman I want. I can imagine spending the rest of my life with her. Falling in love with her. Being with her. Does that make me crazy?”
“No, because I feel the same way. I love her. I want this to work and fucking Mrs. Dale with her nosey bullshit. I’ve got no problem with the town knowing we love her, but … fuck!” Scott got up and started to pace. “This is all fucking bullshit, you know that, right?”
“Yes. She doesn’t even know how we feel, Scott. What are we supposed to do?”
“Whatever we have to for her to see she is wanted and loved,” Scott said. “What we need to do is get her to avoid the town. No shopping. I’ll stop off at the grocery store. We’ll take alternate days to close early.”
“Sounds fair.”
“Then we’ll figure something out to make this work. This pisses me off.” He paced the room. “I’m so fucking annoyed right now.”
“What about at the bar? Someone’s going to speak to her.”
“Then we pay close attention to the bar. We watch everyone. Anyone we think will say something, we’re on their ass. Simple as. We make sure they know if they upset our woman, they’ll deal with us.”
“And you think it’s going to be as simple as that?”
“It has to be,” Scott said. “I don’t want to lose her and not because of some gossip, no matter if it’s right.”
“I’m going to go and close up shop,” Beau said. “Oh, I’m also going to send Mrs. Dale packing if she comes to my place asking me to look over her car again. There’s no way I’m going to let her ruin my chance at happiness.”
“Go, I’ll finish up here and be there as soon as possible.”
Beau shook his hand and he watched him go.
Sitting back behind his desk, he put together a quick email to let all of his employees know the change in hours for the next couple of weeks. It sounded stupid even to him to affect his business, but love was exactly that. He’d never felt it before. Sure, he’d had occasional relationships but nothing close to this.
With the quick email sent, he also pulled up Mrs. Dale’s file. She had a membership for a regular training session. She was a nasty piece of work and as he printed off her termination and wrote out a check for the refund of the classes she hadn’t taken and the remainder of her membership fee, he sealed the envelope and placed it in the tray for postage.
By the end of the evening, he wasn’t in the best of moods when he joined Beau at the bar. His friend sat at the corner, keeping an eye out.
The moment he joined him, Connie was there with drinks. “Hey, boys, how was your day?
“Good. I’ve got a bunch of groceries in the car. You got your key?”
“Oh, I thought we were going out tomorrow to get them.”
“It was quiet and I thought I’d stop by.”
“Oh, sure. Of course.” Connie winked at him. She pulled her key out of her pocket. “If you need any help, let me know.”
Another customer called to attention.
“You keep an eye on her, okay?”
“You don’t want any help?”
“Not right now. Our main priority is keeping her safe and not letting anyone hurt her. Got it?”
Beau lifted up his beer. “Got it. We can’t let her find out no matter what. I’m more than happy to hurt a couple of these bastards if they even try it.”
Together, they could make their woman happy. He knew it. First, they had to actually get her to fall in love with them and that was proving more difficult than he liked to believe.
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Distraction.
Beau and Scott knew how to do that.
Like right now.
Connie had been wearing the butt plug for a couple of days, and her ass was ready for the both of them, not at the same time. No, he wanted to be inside her.
Licking her pussy, he listened as Connie sucked on Scott’s cock.
For the past hour, they’d been getting her body ready. He’d given her an orgasm, a strong one. When it came to the second, he held her at the peak, not allowing her to find any kind of release because by the time she did come, he wanted to be inside her.
“Please,” she said, moaning.
“Do you want to feel us?” Scott asked.
“Yes. I don’t want to wait anymore.”
Scott moved up the bed and Beau helped Connie as she straddled his lap. Scott held his dick in his fist and guided her over his length. She sank down onto his cock. Beau really loved to watch.