The PRETTY (EROM Curvy Romance #1) (8 page)

T
he Pretty perches
himself on top of a doctor’s table in a physical therapy office. The Doctor wraps his abdomen tightly with gauze and then secures it closed.

T
he Doctor examines
Roman’s hands one at a time. He bends the fingers back and forth, separates the fingers and checks flexibility. He also checks for any breaks or hairline fractures.

T
he Doctor
then rechecks x-rays of Roman’s hands and abdomen.

“
S
ee
anything I should know about?’ the Pretty asks.

T
he Doctor walks back
over to, The Pretty and takes off his shoes. He does the same tests with his feet and ankles that he just completed on his hands and wrists.

“
N
othing serious
, just some bruising. When is your next fight?” he asks.

“
L
ess than a month
,” Roman responds as he jumps off the table and puts his shirt on over the bandages.

“
I
’m going
to have to ask you to take it easy for a week and give your body a chance to heal. You took a beating, and it shows,” the Doctor orders.

“
I
can’t promise
you that, doc. It’s the championship bout that I’ve groomed my mind, body and soul for, since day one,” Roman explains.

“
I
was
afraid you’d say that. If you’re going to spar, protect your sides and your hands. Don’t go full tilt. Save that for the championship,” the Doctor admonishes.

“
N
ow that I can do
,” Roman agrees as he shoves his shoes on his feet.

T
he Doctor writes
a prescription for pain medication. The Pretty waves it off as he grabs his jacket.

“
I
don’t need
anything to take me off center,” Roman says as he shakes the Doctor’s hand and thanks him.



B
ack at home
, The Pretty walks stiffly to the kitchen and opens the frig. He bends over to reach something on the bottom shelf and pulls a muscle.

T
here is
a knock at the door. The Pretty stands erect. With his hand on his lower back, he answers the door. It’s Tuesday with a grocery sack. She steps inside and shuts the door behind her.

T
uesday removes
her coat and takes the sack of groceries to the kitchen. She rummages through his kitchen cabinets before she locates a bowl. She pulls it out and puts it next to the grocery bag.

T
uesday reaches
inside the bag and pulls out warm chicken soup from the bag along with orange juice, ibuprofen, skinless chicken breasts and fresh bandages and tape.

S
he removes
the plastic cover and pours the soup into a bowl and slides it over to Roman, who stands at his kitchen counter. She turns around to locate the utensil drawer.

“
O
n the bottom right
,” Roman directs.

T
uesday pulls
out the drawer and finds a soup spoon. She presents it to Roman.

R
oman isn't used
to being taken care of in this way. No one in his life has ever done so, except for Mrs. Lopez on occasion. It feels alien to Roman, strange and awkward.

R
oman takes
a spoonful of the soup. It’s surprisingly good. He decides to pick up the bowl and gulp its entire contents down.

T
his swift movement
causes him to wince in pain once he puts the bowl down on the counter. Tuesday walks around and sits next to The Pretty by the counter. He reaches for her wrist, ‘What happened?”

T
uesday yanks her arm back
, “Careful. It’s a tattoo that needs to heal. It’s still sore.”

T
his response satisfies
Roman as many women have tattoos on their wrists, lower back, and ankles.

T
uesday slowly rolls up
, The tails of The Pretty’s shirt to reveal his bandages.

“
W
hat are you looking for
?” Roman says, not really expecting a response.

T
uesday gently touches
his bruised wrapped area to locate the seam. She has him spin around in his chair as she peels open the wrap as if she were unraveling a mummy.

W
hen she removes
the used wrap, she notices his side and back carry black and blue marks. Oh, how she wants to lean over and kiss those away. It pains her to see his beautiful physique tainted.

T
uesday walks back
around to face Roman. She reaches across his chest to grab the new bandages and tape. His pectorals have sweat droplets around his nipples. What she would give to lick them dry.

B
ut she was here
for another reason. She gently wraps him in new bandages and secures them. She rolls down his shirt.

“
T
hat should do it
,” she says as she tucks his shirt tails back into his waistband and accidentally brushes his member with two fingers. She quickly removes her hands from his waist.

“
I
hear
congratulations is in order,” Tuesday says to keep Roman from saying anything about what just happened.

“
S
ave
the congratulations for after the bout,” he lobs back.

“
I
’ll do that
,” she responds. Tuesday grabs her purse and strides toward the door. “I wanted to personally thank you for what you did for me. It was completely unnecessary, but I appreciate it just the same.”

“
T
he man’s filth
. He had it coming,” Roman throws back.

T
uesday takes
a step forward and places her hand on Roman’s cheek. She then reaches for the door knob. Roman’s hand reaches for it at the same time. His hand linger’s on top of hers. He feels the electricity pass from her body to his.

R
oman moves
her hair away from her neck as he leans in and gently kisses her neck. Tuesday’s insides stir. She feels tingles from her vagina as it awakens and awaits his touch.

S
he breathes
heavy as Roman spins her around and presses her ass against his cock as he nibbles on her neck. He gyrates back and forth as his hands press her hips closer to him. He can’t get enough of her. He can’t get close enough. He pulls her even closer as if they were glued together.

T
uesday reaches
up over her head and locks her hands behind his neck. Her breasts rise up and defy gravity.

R
oman untucks
her shirt and slips his hands under her blouse. He squeezes her breasts and fingers the nipples through her bra.

T
uesday moans
in ecstasy as Roman slides his hands down her hips until he reaches the end of her skirt. He grabs hold of the hem and shimmies it up to her waist.

R
oman glides
his hand over her panties and grabs her crotch. He allows one finger to slip inside and touch her vagina. It’s wet and inviting.

T
uesday reaches back
for his cock and unzips his pants. She takes hold of his cock through his shorts. It’s exactly what she thought it would be; long, thick and rock hard.

R
oman pulls
Tuesday’s panties down to her thighs as she steps to the side to give Roman full access to her pinkness. He titillates and pinches her fuzzy lips. He rolls the folds of her vulva in-between his indexes before her finger fucks her full on. Oh my God, she can’t believe this is happening. It feels so damn good. At this moment, she would do anything this man asked of her with no questions asked.

W
ith his fingers
, he beats her into a slippery submission.

S
he tightens
up her clit every time he goes deep, and releases it, every time he withdraws. She has complete control over her clit the way a gymnast has control over every one of their muscles.

D
amn
. Wait, she can’t go any further. She has to stop this right now.

T
uesday abruptly pulls away
as his fingers disengage. She jerks up her panties and pulls down her skirt. She shoves the bottom of her blouse back down her skirt.

“
W
hat the fuck
, Tuesday,” Roman says as he stands with his pants at his ankles.

T
uesday turns
around and kisses Roman on the mouth.

H
ard
.

H
e reciprocates
and grabs her luscious plump ass with both hands. He squeezes them tightly wanting to toss her salad.

T
uesday can’t leave
him like this. She takes his hard cock in her hand and strokes it firmly. She imagines it inside her mouth, inside her pussy, as she gets into a rhythm. Roman groans and squirms right before he comes. His body relaxes as Roman takes Tuesday in his arms and holds her tight. He doesn’t want to let go.

H
e whispers in her ear
, “I want you now. I want to taste you first hand. I want to get drunk off your juices.”

T
hese words turn
Tuesday on so much, that she almost forgets what she can and cannot do.

R
oman pulls
one of her breasts out and marvels at it’s shape and taste in between mouth fulls. He reaches down her skirt and inside her panties. He cups her vagina as he sucks her hard nipple. He sucks so intensely, that Tuesday releases cum into Roman’s hand. He grins with excitement as he pulls the hand from her crotch and licks it dry.

R
oman then grabs
her at the waist and sits her on top of the counter. He spreads her legs with his head. He places her feet on top of his shoulders as he bites at her inner thighs and crotch.

T
uesday leans grips
the edge of the counter.

H
e moves
the panties to the side of her bush with his teeth.

T
uesday throws
her head back and moans in ecstasy as Roman nibbles on her labia and slips his tongue in and out of her.

H
er juices continue
to drip as Roman slurps up every drop. Roman plays with his member to get it hard again. He pinches the tip until it oozes with cum. He stands up and steps into her. He rubs his cock on the outside of her vagina. He massages the crease between her legs and crotch, her labia and her clit with his dripping, stiff member.

R
oman positions
himself to enter her when Tuesday abruptly closes her legs and jumps off the counter. She backs away and picks up her purse once again.

“
I
can’t explain why
. But trust me, I want to. I just can’t right now,” Tuesday manages to say.

T
uesday exits
the house leaving Roman confused.

R
oman wonders
if he can truly trust a woman like her; one who puts the breaks on something they both want; a woman with secrets he can’t begin to understand; a woman who may be lying to him.

R
oman can handle
a “no” from a woman, even a mysterious woman with secrets. But he won’t settle for a woman who chooses when to be honest with him.

F
ranklin Forrest opens
up at daybreak every morning. Roman waits in his car and sips a black coffee while the Ranger unlocks the entrance and allows traffic to flow inside.

S
ure he could have followed
the same path as before with entering illegally, but he decides to wait, as he wants confirmation of what lies inside.

T
he Park Ranger
climbs into her truck as Roman approaches, “Do you have a minute?” he asks in the most sincere way he can manage.

“
W
hat can
I do for you,” the female Park Ranger says while she throws papers into the glovebox. Once she makes eye contact with Roman, she’s pleasantly surprised by this beautiful specimen of a man.

R
oman understands
his control over a woman and uses it to get what he wants when he wants. “My dog ran off, and I can’t find him.”

“
O
h no
,” she says as she feigns concern. She’s way more interested in him than some lost canine. “What does he look like?” she asks as she climbs out of her truck, shuts the door and remotely locks it.

“
H
e’s a small thing
, fluffy white, bow in the hair. Her name is Popcorn.”

“
T
hat doesn’t sound
like the type of dog you’d have,” she says as she continues her fishing expedition, “Is it your girlfriend's or wife’s?”

R
oman smirks
, “No, she’s all mine.”

T
he Forest Ranger
tries to control her excitement. “Then let's go. What direction did you see her run in?”

R
oman walks along the fence
, the same way he went before, but this time on the legal side of it. The Forest Ranger tries to keep the conversation going.

“
Y
ou look familiar
. Have we met before?” she asks as they walk through the thick brush. Roman uses his arms to break branches and clear the way for both of them.

“
I
don’t believe so
,” he answers.

T
he Forest Ranger
asks a follow-up question, “Are you, The Pretty?”

“
Y
ou got me
,” Roman confides, “But call me Roman.”

T
he Forest Ranger
giggles to herself as she ogles Roman. Her eyes scan his masculine physique. She has never come this close to a celebrity before, and especially not one as sexy and handsome as, The Pretty.

“
I
caught
your last bout at my friend’s house; the one with you and Razor. The guy is a slick one, but I was rooting for you the entire time,” she shares.

R
oman turns
and places a hand on her shoulder, “I appreciate that.”

S
hivers run
up and down the Forest Ranger’s arm. It feels like electricity was sent straight to her pussy. She twinges and shifts to hide its impact.

“
P
opcorn
,” Roman calls out. The Forest Ranger follows suit. “Popcorn.”

A
lthough she should be
the one leading the way, she prefers that he does, so that she can enjoy the view. As he climbs over a log, he reaches out and takes her hand to help her make it over as well.

Y
ou would have thought
that he had slipped his hands down her pants by the way she reacts, “Oooh, thhhanks soo soo much,” she purrs as he lets go of her hand.

T
hey are
deep in a wooded area and away from any bathroom. But Roman has to take a piss. Like most men, restrooms for urinating are a nice convince, but not a necessity.

“
I
have to take a leak
. Give me a second,” Roman says as he turns his back on her.

“
O
h
, alright,” the Forest Ranger says as Roman finds the nearest tree and whips out his cock. He’s been drinking a lot of water and protein shakes, so his stream lasts for well over a minute.

M
ost women would turn
their heads during this kind of awkward moment, but not this Forest Ranger. She takes a few quiet steps to the right to get a side view of this succulent man’s member.

M
y God
, his dick is exactly what she envisioned a man such as The Pretty would have. She fixates on his circumcised cock with above average length. It’s thick with a slight curve up. He also looks like he trims his pubic hairs while still leaving a thick padding.

S
he is so turned
on that she can’t turn away; even once he finishes, folds himself back in and turns to face her.

T
he Forest Ranger
unbuttons the two top buttons of her shirt to cool off.

R
oman has
a little fun with her, “Come here,” he orders.

S
he takes
one step at a time towards him. He grabs her hand and pulls her close. He places her hand on his cock.

“
G
o ahead
, you can squeeze it.”

T
he Forest Ranger
wastes no time as she uses both hands to massage his massive cock. Her vagina pulsates as she plays with his member.

R
oman leans
her up against a tree and stands inches from her face as she jacks him off. She uses one fist and tightly grabs his penis. She runs her hand up and down his shaft which causes friction.

A
vein protrudes
and runs the length of his member. He doesn’t kiss her or even touch her, but the proximity generates heat. Sweat streams down her breasts.

R
oman has made
a promise to himself that the next woman that he kisses will be Tuesday. The next woman that he touches will be Tuesday. The next woman that he makes love to will be Tuesday. But for now, he can get his rocks off with this Ranger in heat. He sees it as his civic duty.

R
oman cocks
his head back as he explodes on the tree next to her hips. He puts his dick back in his pants, and they continue the trek as if nothing has happened.

T
he Forest Ranger
is a bit embarrassed by what she’s done. But she is wouldn’t take any of it back. She only wishes he would have taken her as well.

H
owever
, the closer they get to the spot where he thinks he saw Tuesday, the slower the Forest Ranger walks. She begins to lag behind.

‘
I
s there a problem
?” Roman asks.

“
I
just don’t think
popcorn went this way. We should try another direction,” she says with a quivering voice.

“
N
ow why would
you say that?” Roman asks. “Popcorn could have gone either way.”

“
T
hen let
’s do things my way, alright?” she says with a look of fright in her eyes.

R
oman can tell
by her body language, her eyes, and her voice, that he was close to something big, and this Forest Ranger knows exactly what it is.

“
I
know my dog
, let’s keep going this direction,” Roman orders, but the Forest Ranger stands her ground.

“
Y
ou didn’t lose
your dog, did you?” she says as she comes to the realization that Roman has ulterior motives.

R
oman tells her the truth
, “No, I didn’t.”

T
he Forest Ranger
turns and heads back the way they came.

“
W
ait
,” Roman shouts.

T
he Forest Ranger
turns back around.

“
W
hat are you afraid of
? Why won’t you go the rest of the way with me? What are you hiding?”

T
he Forest Ranger back peddles
, “I’m not hiding anything. We’re off the beaten path and things could get hairy.”

“
W
hat do you mean
, hairy?” Roman asks, “Bears, coyotes?”

T
he Forest Ranger
moves in close to him to find a way to distract or deter him. She unzips his fly and shoves her hand inside. “I can think of a lot better things to do,” she says as she grabs his dick and balls. “There’s a cabin about an eighth of a mile just over my shoulder.”

R
oman yanks
her hand from his package and zips up his fly, “What aren’t you telling me?”

F
rustrated
, the Forest Ranger speaks in a low tone, “Things have happened in the direction you want to go. People have disappeared; others escape scared shitless. Something happened to them, but, they refuse to tell anyone what it was. So, if you want to go that direction, that’s fine with me. But you’ll be on your own. I’m heading back.”

R
oman is so used
to facing down his enemies in the ring or cage. He knows who they are and what to expect. He studies their past behaviors and techniques. That is how he wins.

B
ut this is a different situation
. His enemy is unknown. He has no idea what lies ahead, if anything at all. But one thing is for sure; he’s damn well going to find out.

T
he Forest Ranger
pivots on her heels and hikes back in the direction they just came from.

R
oman comes
to the very location where he squatted down and watched Tuesday get fucked by other-world beings. Or is it? Was it all just a nasty nightmare?

B
ut if it was
, why does this location feel so familiar? How come he recognizes the very shrub that he kneeled by the other night?

R
oman walks
out into the clearing and touches the tree Tuesday leaned up against. He remembers watching as one Being grabbed her breasts from behind; another kissed her while yet another stuck his fingers inside her with a look of curiosity.

T
he picture is so
sharp that it plays over in his mind like a movie before his eyes. He is convinced that it was no dream; that it was real.

H
overing up above him
, high atop the trees are the three Forces who flap their wings in sync. Their wings are aerofoil shaped with a sharp trailing edge. They aim diagonally downward to create lift and suspension.

A
twig snaps
. Roman’s heart beats out of his chest as he quickly spins around and comes face to face with Tuesday.