Rocker (Rockstar BBW Romance) by Laura Demare Page A

right in the butt as he boldly grabbed my hips in his spindly claws.
     
    I whirled around to slap him, but he caught my arm at the wrist. He put his weight up against me. I was leaning back over the cold beer. I was off balance. He had me. He squeezed my wrist hard, and said, “You really want to start trouble, young thing?”
     
    “Hold it right there you son of a bitch !” came a booming voice from down the aisle. Kenny froze. “Get your fucking hands off that woman , Mister,” came an order with so much authority that Kenny dropped my hand. Kenny backed away and looked like he might wet himself.
     
    What a badass my rescuer was. He was average height and weight. That’s where average ended. He was handsome, like oh-my-god handsome; stunning really. He looked tough as hell and beautiful at the same time. My heart was liquid.
     
    The young man strode right up into Kenny’s face. Glanced quickly at me, then back up at Kenny, and said, “Is everything alright here, Miss.”
     
    My heart was beating out of my chest. He smelled like I thought sex would. It had been a long time. He had a 3 day beard, tattoos, was striking fear into my nemesis, and had referred to me as miss.
     
    Over the last 6 or 7 months, since I’d worked there, I’d heard Kenny the night manager backtalk so many shoppers it was ridiculous. It didn’t matter who it was, Kenny always had a snappy comeback. But something about my hero-stranger told Kenny he better keep his mouth shut. Kenny squinted his beady eyes, turned on his heel and walked off.
     
    My knight turned to me, put a hand softly on my shoulder, took the wrist that Kenny had squeezed, and inspected it for damage. I was flying. He was the man of dreams come to life. He was close enough to kiss.
     
    As Kenny got to the end of the aisle he couldn’t resist. Turning around he said, “Good luck getting a job after this.”
     
    My hero dropped my arm gently. He started toward Kenny, and boomed, “Good luck keeping your job, Mister!” Kenny literally scurried away. When my dream-come-true turned around, I got a good look at him.
     
    He was wearing jeans, a t-shirt, and old worn boots. That’s it, but in those few seconds my eyes took in worlds about him. The jeans fit perfectly with a thick belt and the thin t-shirt un-tucked at his narrow waist. I’m not a crotch watcher. I’m not even a big penis fan. I mean, I’d like to have one in me more often, I’d like to have a lover, I just don’t really need to look at penises to be happy. My point is, I couldn’t help but see that he had a bulge in his jeans that went down his leg.
     
    That was when I first consciously realized how overwhelmingly turned on I was by this man. He was all lean muscle, grit, and musk. I was swimming in my own passion.
     
    “Sorry about that,” he said turning his gaze toward me, “I’m Stevie.”
     
    “Thank you,” I gushed.
     
    “Not at all, Miss?” his voice went up as if to ask my name.
     
    “Miss April,” I blurted, “I. I mean just April,” I managed to get out.
     
    “Ho. K,” he chuckled, “It was no problem, Just April .”
     
    His smile was glorious. If I could somehow be around him and make him smile, my life would be complete. “No, really, thank you so much,” I said feeling flooded with adrenaline.
     
    “Ya know, Just April, I was only putting something the way it should have been. I had to do it of course,” Stevie said softly.
     
    “Yeah, but a lot of people wouldn’t have done that for me,” I said, suddenly feeling choked up.
     
    “It was nothing. I don’t mean it was nothing because it was you. It was a big something that that jerk would manhandle you like that. I just mean, don’t think twice about it from my end.”
     
    “I still think it was heroic,” I managed.
     
    “A coward dies a thousand deaths,” Stevie trailed off. “What’s important is, how are you?”
     
    “Fine. I’m fine. A little shook up maybe,” I said.
     
    “Who’s