The Wager- BBW Erotic Curvy Paranormal Romance (TOUCH OF THE GODS) (4 page)

My detour had wasted more time and I ended up three minutes late, getting nasty glares from several coworkers. Oh, well. I went to my locker, grabbed my hairnet along with apron. I placed the cookies in the fridge with a note:
DO NOT TOUCH
. Then proceeded to make a large pot of smelly beans for the afternoon lunch.

All I could think about was getting home and calling my sister to see if she'd be ready to talk. At four o' clock, I was rushing to get out. I had been distracted the rest of the day by what had happened with Willa and the oddly dressed man. I knew my sister wasn't dating anyone, she always told me those things.

I was also unsure how to approach my new neighbor. I wasn't exactly close with the others in my development and I usually hated initiating any form of conversation. Driving through the streets, I hoped the person wouldn't be home and I could leave the box of sweet on their doorstep with a note or something.

By the time I reached my house and went to pull into my driveway, I saw my sister's hippie van blocking it. I pulled up on the side, grabbing the cookies and my purse. I headed toward my door when I heard Willa speak. “Your aura is so vibrant! Which realm are you from?”

              “Um, I'm new here.”

             
Oh dear, was my thought when I heard Willa's sing song voice speaking to a man on the other side of my house. Carrying my items, I hurried to the back yard and found her waving her hands over the body of a giant. Seriously, this man was enormous to the point that he would make steroid filled bodybuilders look tiny. Yet, even as huge as he was, he clearly looked scared of my sister who was, at that moment, trying to pull his shirt off. Most guys would have shooed her away, but he just stood, frozen and helpless. It was oddly adorable.

             
“What did you say your name was? I need this off, it's blocking my read of you. Are you an alien?”

             
“No, I’m just new here. Please don't take my clothes off.”

             
Though I secretly wished he'd lose the shirt, I scolded myself thoroughly for such sinful thoughts and headed over for the rescue. My steps got slower as I approached him, his frame towering and more impressive than I could imagine.

He had to be over seven feet tall and he filled it out just right. His arms were as thick as a tree, veined and bulging with muscles that I didn't know existed in the human body.

I wasn't small by any means, but with his large hands, working man hands my Dad would say, he could grab hold of me with room to spare. Licking my lips, I let my gaze roam over him, like he was a big slice of apple pie, from his powerful jean encased thighs, to the heavy mountain that was his groin. I'm not ashamed to say, my gaze lingered there.

After several seconds of ogling, I moved back up and noticed his breathing had changed. It was fast, intense and I may not have been a rocket scientist, but I knew that he was watching me, watch him.

              Willa still stood near him, but she no longer flapped around like a lost butterfly. She gaped at him in awe, then jumped away when he moved fast, especially for a man his size, closing the short gap between us. His body was a flame and the heat seeped into my pores to finally settle in my pussy, which clenched hungrily. Never, had I responded this way to any man, but there was something about him.

             
“What is your name, lígi̱ omorfiá?”             

             
At his strange words, I shrugged. “Um, okay—whatever.”

             
“Your name is Whatever?”

             
“Yes, uh, no. It's Vanessa.”

             
He didn't respond with his own, instead he placed his long finger under my chin and lifted until I could see above his chest. My neck strained, but I didn't care once I looked upon the most captivating face I’d ever seen. His features were angular, masculine and so well defined, I was sure I'd seen his bust in a museum. I wanted to kiss his lips, suck on them maybe. As strong and decadent as they looked, I was sure to come up with many uses.

Finally, I focused on his eyes and gasped, my mind trying to process what I was looking at. At first glance, they were bright red, flowing like a stream of lava while little flames flickered in the pupils. Then they were blue, shot with stripes of amber—Normal eyes. My horniness were getting the best of my senses. It was then, I realized he had leaned closer, his mouth parted as if to kiss me and damn my sudden lack of will power, I closed my eyes in anticipation of it. So close was the heat of his breath, as his lips hovered just above mine, and then....

              The sound of Willa’s voice came crashing down over me. “Oh don't mind me! I’m just standing here, eating these yum-tastic cookies and about to see my big sister make out with a complete stranger. Something she
always
gets on me about.”

             
My sister was right. I didn't even know the man's name! Yet, I was reluctant to pull back from him, and when I did take a step, an arm of steel wrapped around my waist. The pressure was there, but he was gentle about it, giving me a noticeable enough squeeze to hold me against his body. I also didn't mistake the miniature baseball bat that pressed along my thigh. Obviously, my crazed hormones didn't misdirect me either, because I involuntarily shifted my body, so that his cock was situated right where I needed it most.

Dark blond brows shot up, while his free hand swiftly opened the front of my jeans. Just as quickly, the man's hot fingers found their way under my panty waistband, sifting through my trimmed curls and paused just above my slit. So near—so achingly close.

              “Hey! Dude, get your hands out of my sister's pants, you pervy alien! Move away!”

             
Looking startled, he uttered what was probably a curse in that odd language, his accent thicker and darker. It was both scary and erotic.

Willa rushed over, half eaten cookie box in hand and pushed him away from me, before thrusting the goodies at his chest.

I was still in a daze, pants open and without thought. I couldn't tear my gaze away from his face, I even felt my feet moving to get close to him again.

Luckily, my normally free spirited sister had sense enough to drag me to my home, get me in, and close the door with a resounding slam. I heard her put on both the pad and chain lock for good measure.

The fog in my brain was beginning to clear when she came back to where I sat on the couch and stared down at me, her hands planted on her hips. “What the hell was that, Nessa? You were about to let him do you on the damn lawn!”

             
My cheeks heated in a blush at her description of what had almost occurred. The most embarrassing part about it was that I was going to let him, which was so unlike me. I kept my eyes down, not wanting to see the accusatory glare that I heard in Willa's voice. I was the older sister, the role model and I nearly lost control with a strange man. And why? Because of the delicious and meaty mass that was his body, or the way he made me feel like a smaller woman in his presence? I wasn't sure, but as the memory replayed in my mind, I felt wanton all over again.

Willa made a tisking sound, her finger pointed at me, “ Oh, no you don't! You get that look off your face, sis.”

              “What look? I don't know what you're talking about.”

             
“Uh- huh. You're thinking about the alien again. You want to go back over there.”

             
Snorting, I tried to clear my mind of him, so that my sister would stop poking fun at me. I stood, closed my pants and took a deep breath to anchor myself.

Willa had gone to the kitchen and was peeking through the slits of my blinds. She was mumbling to herself, a common practice for her, but when I tried to see what she was looking at, she pushed me away. Obviously, she was still worried about my sanity.

              “I want to see.”

             
“No.”

             
“Why not?”

             
“It's the alien. He's gone back to clearing up his yard.”

             
That was the third time my sister had called my new, sexy neighbor an extraterrestrial. From what I saw and felt, he was a warm blooded male. Ginormous yes, but still very human. A human I wanted to find out more about.

I tried once more to push my sister to the side, so I could get another view of the yummy-licious male next door, but Willa wouldn't budge. Pretty amazing, considering I had a good eighty pounds on her. “Willa, you're crazy. He's not some humanoid, he's just a good looking guy. Let me look. I promise, I'm fine now.”

              Her hazel eyes narrowed, reading me, as she ran her hand from the top of my head to rest over my heart.

I could see the wheels in her mind churning to decide if she could trust my words. I kept my features neutral and finally she sighed, moving over so I could sneak a look. Just as she said, he had gone back to picking up trash and dead flowers, stuffing them into a plastic bag.

A shiver went down my spine, but I managed to keep my cool.

His dirty blond locks fell forward, giving him such a boyish look and it was hard to remember he probably had the strength to bend a tire iron. He was young, I could tell, since he didn't have wrinkles or lines around his eyes. Maybe mid-twenties, which means I was too old for him. Then again, he responded to me as intensely as I had, so perhaps he didn't care about age. So absorbed in my observations of him, I didn't realize Willa had been speaking until she tugged on my ear. I always hated when she did that. “Quit that! What?”

              “I was saying, his energy is strong. Otherworldly.”

             
“Willa, he's a man. You're crazy.”

             
“No, he's not. Stay away from him, Vanessa. He'll abduct you and take you to his ship. He’ll do probes and stuff.”

             
The idea of being probed by this guy held promise to me and my thoughts automatically went to the gutter.

The rolling of my sister's eyes told me she knew what I was thinking about. “I give up on you. Go on, see if I'm wrong. I'm sure the experiments he does on you will not be as pleasurable as you're hoping!”

              “Oh, c'mon. Look at him. He's a guy I could so let open me up, if you get what I mean.”

             
“He's okay. For an alien!”

I knew my sister would not get off it. She was the type, that once she got a belief in her head, it grew and grew until she had others convinced of its truth. I was going to fight to keep her dramatic tales from getting to me. Letting the blinds snap shut, I turned to her, arms crossed. “You say this, Willa, but what proof do you have? Like me, you've only met him today.”

              “He feels off.”

             
“Right. Like the guy at the cafe?”

             
“Yes! Exactly like him. Maybe they're from the same planet!”

             
“Willa! I think you're the one from another planet. Remind me to ask Mom and Dad.”

             
She made a face at me and I almost laughed. But I didn't want to encourage her. Besides, I had given myself an opening to change the subject, from my ridiculous behavior displayed earlier to what I wanted to speak to her about. I wrapped my arms around her shoulders, pulling her away from getting distracted once more and went into my living room. “Now, speaking of the stranger in the cafe. What was that about?”

             
Willa fiddled with her emerald ring before sighing, and started explaining about the handsome customer and why she was concerned about him.

For now, I'd sit and give her my undivided attention, then later I'd wonder about what made my new neighbor so irresistible that I could so easily let him give me the near mind-gasm.

Chapter V

Vanessa

             
Though Willa had left hours ago, I wondered how she was doing. Our conversation about the mystery man went from being serious to an 'is he cuter than this celebrity' game. I was glad too, since it took away the fear she had while talking about him. I told her if he bothers her, call me or tell her boss, either way, just to keep an eye out.

She warned me as well about the neighbor, but if I knew us both, she was probably in her apartment dreaming of him, while I was back at my kitchen window staring at the home across from it. The lights were on inside, but I saw no movement, which seemed strange. How could anyone miss a man that large? Sighing, I decided that stalking him was probably not the best way to handle the situation and I forced myself up to my bathroom for a nice shower. Trust me when I say, working in a hot kitchen and mixing beans all day didn’t make you smell like roses by the end of the day.

              Thirty minutes later, I was clean, wearing my long shirt. I grabbed a late night snack, so I could watch some television before bed. Spring break was in three days and I couldn't wait for the time off. It was another lonely night and as I flipped through the channels, I felt boredom come over me that I couldn't shake. I knew I shouldn't, but the urge nagged at me until I could take it no more.