Curves For The Lone Alpha (A Big Girl Meets Bad Wolf Romance) (2 page)

Stupid warning
. I pretended it wasn’t there, leaned
back, spread my arms and claimed the hot tub as my own private kingdom, while a
well placed jet went to work on my lower back. As I relaxed I smiled up at the
stars that had an uninterrupted view of my big, beautiful and somewhat buoyant
body.

Then I discovered another well-placed jet.

Seriously, there was no way that its placement was an
accident. I raised my tumbler to whoever it was designed this particular tub
and let the pulsing spray of water do it’s thing. At first it was just a bit of
a giggle. I was tipsy, going on drunk and the jet felt good. But it wasn’t like
I was going to... but actually the jet felt
really
good.

The water pounded against me relentlessly. With a tiny shift
of my hips I had positioned myself perfectly and an involuntary groan of
pleasure escaped from between my lips. It felt amazing.
I
felt amazing.
I could feel my breath quickening and my heart beating faster as the pressure
of the water against my crotch combine with the heat of the tub and the
champagne buzz.

I brought my hips back a little to slow everything down and
brought my hands up to my large, round breasts. Floating in the water had made
them immune to the cruel pull of gravity and they looked more magnificent than
ever. I’d always thought of them as my best feature and had to admit I loved
the sideways glances they got when I wore something that showed them off. I
felt a twinge of regret and I wondered for a moment how anyone could ever leave
these magnificent floaty breasts. Their loss.

Once they were out of the water my nipples stiffened in the
cold night air. Impressively large and always so sensitive, they loved to be
played with. So I obliged, rolling them between thumb and forefinger as I
shifted back and forth over the jet, trying to bring myself to the edge without
going over it.

Then I heard a howl in the distance. A coyote? No, not here.
I had heard there were cougars in these mountains, but they stayed well away
from people. I heard the howl again and corrected myself. It wasn’t a big cat.
It sounded like a wolf. I didn’t know there were wolves around these parts, but
it sounded pretty far away. Just a big, dumb, lost wolf howling impotently at
the moon.

I howled back and giggled.

There was a moment of silence and then my new best friend
answered with a howl that echoed mine and I burst out laughing. Soon we were
howling in unison and just for a moment I felt free. I was queen of the
mountains. I was the wolf goddess. I released one of my nipples and lowered my
hand between my legs, spreading my lips to give the rhythmic pulse of water
direct access to my eager little nub.

My howl became a moan as I felt an explosion of raw pleasure
between my legs.
Oh damn
. Too much. But I couldn’t stop now. A wave of
heat washed over my entire body. The skin across my chest darkening, as the
muscles in my thighs began to tense.

When I came I howled like an animal. I enjoyed being loud,
but always tried to keep the noise down. It was mostly for Mitch’s sake. He’d
never really liked the fact that I was a bit of a screamer. But you know what?
Fuck Mitch. Mitch didn’t want this big beautiful body. Mitch didn’t want these
magnificent buoyant breasts and the big sensitive nipples that capped them.
Mitch didn’t want me to howl at the moon like my new pal did. I howled again as
yet another wave of ecstasy washed over me and left my skin tingling with
pleasure.

AWWOOOOOOOOOO

Shit!
That sounded like it was right next to me. Even
as I was still riding out the remnants of an amazing orgasm, my blood turned to
ice. I snapped out of it and crouched down in the water.

A wolf stood in the yard just beyond the patio. It was
looking at me and panting, its breath like mist in the cold mountain air. It
was massive. I wasn’t exactly an expert on wolves, but it looked unnaturally
large. As it stared at me it’s lips withdrew to reveal sharp teeth and a
decidedly unfriendly snarl.

It crouched down and I could see solid slabs of muscle shift
beneath a thick layer of glossy black fur that almost glowed in the moonlight.
I felt an irrational urge to apologize to it. As if I had been stepping on its
toes by howling at
it’s
moon.

“I’m...”

I heard a low growl in the back of its throat that slowly
grew louder and I briefly wonder if I should make a run for the patio doors.
But I rejected the idea. I’d never make it and even if the wolf didn’t attack
me I’d probably slip and break my neck anyway.

The growl got louder and louder until I noticed it wasn’t
actually coming from the wolf. We both turned towards the side of the cabin
where a single beam of light was coming towards us. A motorbike.

The giant wolf took a last look at me, snorted and then
turned to run silently back between the trees.

I let out a sob of relief and silently thanked my mystery
biker. I couldn’t shake the sickly feeling in my stomach that was telling me
that whoever it was had just saved my life.

- X -

I pulled myself out of the tub, wrapped the far-too-small
towel around my shoulders and made my way back across the deck to the cabin. My
teeth were chattering and my legs felt like they were about to give way, but I
just wanted to get inside and lock the door before the wolf came back.

The bike got louder as it drew closer. It was the noisy
hammering of what my father referred to as a “real” bike, not the smooth
mechanical purr of “imported crap”. There were a couple more cabins a few miles
down the road and I expected the noise of the engine to start fading as it
passed, on its way to one of those. I was wrong. Instead the engine cut out
right outside the door.

For the briefest moment I thought it might be Mitch. That
he’d come back to me, but that made no sense whatsoever. He’d burnt his
bridges, he wasn’t coming back and he wouldn’t be caught dead on a motorbike.

My stomach clenched in fear. What had I been thinking coming
out here all alone? A demented biker serial killer, all beard and tattoos,
could take all weekend to torture me and feed me to his giant pet wolf and no
one would even miss me until I didn’t show up at work on Monday. Even then
they’d probably just assume I was in hiding. Ashamed to show my face after the
abrupt termination of my engagement.

Oh God
... he might not even kill me. He could take me
back to his secret rape shack, lock me up and wait for me to go insane. I doubt
it would take very long.

When the inevitable knock at the door came I had to bite my
lip to keep a squeak of terror from escaping. I just stood in the middle of the
kitchen. Dripping wet and naked except for a towel around my shoulders.

“Hey... hello. Hello?”

I just stood there. As if he’d forget I was here if he
couldn’t sense movement. Never mind the fact that there was a pickup in the
drive and all the lights were on. My first thought was that he didn’t
sound
like a serial killer, but any security that afforded me was long gone by the
time I decided that the ones who didn’t sound like a serial killer were
probably the ones who never got caught.

Just a minute
. I mouthed, but didn’t say it out loud,
as I made my way across the floor to the bedroom to grab an oversized
nightshirt and pull it on over my still damp body.

If there’s one thing that scares me more than serial
killers, it’s the idea of someone I don’t know seeing my big pale body in all
its naked glory.

There was another knock.

“I’m sorry about intruding like this but it’s uh... serious
official business.”

“Oh if it’s
serious official business
, by all means come
on in and let the torture commence,” I muttered to myself.

“Right... I’m heading around back.”

Oh shit. Around back
. I’d left the patio doors wide
open. At least the front door was locked and had a security chain.

“Wait... wait... I’m coming. I was just... something,” I
said.

I almost slipped on the wet floor as I headed to the front
door and, chain in place, opened it a crack.

Why hello there handsome.

OK look. I probably sound like a bit of a hypocrite with all
this self pity and my completely rational fear of hillbilly serial killers on
motorbikes, but Mr. Serious Official Business was seriously cute. I’m not the
kind of girl who’ll just lay back and spread them at the first sign of stubble
and a square jaw, but that doesn’t mean I can’t appreciate hot manliness when I
see it through a crack in a chained door.

“Ma’am, uh hello Ma’am,” he said.

The accent  was kind
of cute and suggested he was a very long way from home.

“Is your husband here?”

“No it’s just...”

For a second I was going to tell him that I was all alone.
As if I had been rendered stupid by some primal need to inform a handsome
stranger that I was alone, newly single and currently available even if it
meant letting them know I was defenceless.

“... my boyfriend. He’s asleep in the bedroom. It was a long
drive and he’s sleeping... in the bedroom... on the bed.”

The man at the door swore under his breath then paused, his
brow furrowed.

“You two really picked a bad time to go walkabout up here.
Unfortunately you’re going to have to pack up and head back down the mountain.
There’s been a... it’s an emergency.”

He was thoroughly unconvincing. Almost endearingly so. I
waited for him to explain the nature of this emergency, but he didn’t volunteer
any further details. After a long uncomfortable silenc,e he was the first to
speak.

“Could you let me in please Ma’am?”

“Could you show me some identification?”

I thought I detected a brief flash of anger. His top lip
pulled back ever so slightly to reveal his teeth in a way that reminded me of
the wolf I had encountered earlier. Even though I was pretty sure he was
planning on murdering me, I felt a small moment of premature victory at the
fact that I’d gotten to him.

“Look Ma’am. I wasn’t being strictly honest with you
earlier.”

You don’t say.

“I wasn’t expecting these cabins to be occupied at this time
of year and this really isn’t a safe place to be at the moment. There’s a man.
A dangerous man. I’ve been.... tracking him and...”

Even though he’d stumbled on the word tracking he was
sounding a lot more certain now. He almost sounded sincere.

“How do I know
you’re
not the dangerous man?”

He looked at me confused, as if I had asked him a trick
question.

“Why would I be tracking myself?”

I paused and let that one sink in.

“Oh.”

Oh.

He moistened his lips and I caught his eyes flicking up and
down once. Taking stock of me through the crack in the door. I suddenly felt
very self conscious. I’d thrown an oversized shirt on and nothing else. It only
just covered my hips and my body was still a little damp, the material clinging
to my curves. I moved to try and hide behind the door a little more, poking my
head out at an awkward angle.

This time when he spoke he was deadly serious. This was his
lay-it-on-the-line voice and I couldn’t help but believe every word he said.

“I can’t tell you everything. You wouldn’t believe me if I
did. But that door you’re hiding behind? It’s not as solid as it looks. These
cabins aren’t like the ones they used to build out here. They’re cheap
pre-fabricated crap that’s shipped in ready to assemble. That chain you think
offers some form of security was made in China and shipped over here in bulk
for a nickel a piece and doesn’t do jack. If I gave the door a gentle tap right
about here,” he patted a spot on the door just below my eyeline, “it would just
pop straight out of the wall. Make no mistake lady. I
am
a dangerous
man. But if I was a danger to you you’d already know it.”

His little speech left me breathless. I wanted to be afraid.
The part of my brain that does most of the heavy lifting was telling me to be
afraid. But the part of my brain that had only recently gotten busy in a hot
tub wanted me to be turned on.

It was a new sensation for me. In general I play it safe. I
mean look where I was. A romantic weekend away in a cabin in the woods was
about as adventurous as I got. But when this man spoke to me, when he claimed
to be dangerous, I believed him.

“Will you let me in please...”

“Carrie”

“Carrie. Will you let me in please Carrie and then go wake
up your boyfriend? I need to speak to both of you.”

Or I’ll huff and I’ll puff
…

I had no choice. As I released the chain it was hard to tell
what I was more concerned about. This stranger’s intentions or the fact that I
was going to have to face up to the embarrassing admission that I was actually
having a dirty weekend away for one.

- X -

He sniffed the air as he stepped over the threshold.

“I wasn’t being entirely honest earlier. My boyf...”

“I know.” He didn’t even spare me a glance as he walked into
the lounge and had a look around. It was like he was taking an inventory of
each room. The cabin wasn’t large. A single room that combined lounge and a
dine-in kitchen and one double bedroom with an ensuite. Other than the front
door there was a single sliding door onto the deck.

“Something smells good,” he said.

“There’s some left if you’re hungry. Nothing fancy, I didn’t
have much to work with.” Even as I spoke I was mentally kicking myself. If a
handsome man complimented my cooking my knee-jerk reaction to offer him some
was apparently more powerful than my survival instinct. I was a sucker for a
pretty face.