The Wager- BBW Erotic Curvy Paranormal Romance (TOUCH OF THE GODS) by D.X. Luc Page B

horribly the night after Willa left. My dreams were filled with visions of Vanessa, writhing on her bed, mouth agape with sounds of pleasure coming forth. Yet, it wasn't me bringing her such ecstasy, but my brother, Ares. It was torture and so real, when I woke in the middle of the night, I swore I heard the same sounds coming directly from her home. They stopped suddenly, when I finally got the courage to look out my curtains. Her lights were off and there was no sign of his motorcycle. It was as I assumed, just the lingering echoes of a nightmare.
    Now at work, I was dazed and grumpy while people walked around the statue of the god who plagued my nightly thoughts. Wiping extra sleep from my eyes, I barely noticed the shadow descending over me until the voice accompanying it spoke, whispering so low I had to strain to hear.
                  “Meet me by the Nemean lion statue on the steps. Five minutes.”
                  “What?”
                  But by the time I turned, she was gone. Shaking my head, I went back to polishing up the boot of Ares' statue, which only took me two minutes. I blocked my work area off and went out to find Willa standing at the giant replica of my father's lion.
    Though it was a warm day, she stood wearing a wide-rimmed hat, a large man's trench coat and fat, black aviator glasses. She looked ridiculous.
    Scratching my scalp, I wandered over to where she stood, looking around as though she were being spied on, which she wasn't and lightly tapped her on the shoulder.
    With a yelp, the sound loud enough that several passerbys stared at us, she turned and gave me a grimace.
    Hard as it was, I managed to suppress my smirk. “You told me to meet you and here I am. Why are you dressed that way?”
                  “I said to meet me in five minutes, not three! And I'm incognito. That's how you dress.”
                  I nodded my head, pretending I understood her and the odd behavior that made her who she was. She and Vanessa were so different, both beautiful in their own way and yet, Willa did not have the same effect on me as her full bodied sister.
    The memory of soft skin, voluptuous curves and sinful moans accosting me until I felt myself getting hard again, at the very thought. It would not due to have a chubby while speaking to the bizarrely dressed Willa and while wearing pants that fitted me a little too snugly. What can I say? It's laundry day. Adjusting my stance, I shifted until I found a more comfortable position for my cock and to hide my lusty evidence.  “So what's going on, Willa?”
                  “It's getting late you should be done with work soon. I know for a fact that Vanessa will be at the cafe tonight. She called Calvin and said she was coming. This is your chance!”
                  Subconsciously, my hand cupped the pocket of my jeans, the warm heat radiating from the bottle of ambrosia and I felt that tingle of hope. An excitement I rarely showed beamed on my face and together, Willa and I smiled at the coming evening.
    She left, but not before lowering her hat and hiking up the coat collar, causing me to chuckle and think how interesting it would be to have her in my family tree.
    Turning, I began making my way into the museum, but stopped when a figure caught my eye. I glanced, but it was gone, though the smell was not. Himeros had been near, but disappeared the same moment she had which was odd for the God of Desire. Shaking my head, I decided it was not important, as I had much more pressing matters to be concerned about and the rest of my work breezed by with ease.
    I didn'teven mind finishing up my brother's armor clad statue, cleaning up my gear and staring up at the frowning, yet proud face. “I guess I should thank you, brother. Your odd way of pushing me to see what I was doing wrong, will now make my life right.”
                  There was no response. An