Softail Curves (A Big Girls & Bad Boys Erotic Romance by D. H. Cameron Page A

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