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  I groaned, both from pleasure, and the fact that I was pretty sure I was about to embarrass myself in front of this beautiful man, again.

  He growled in response. Almost animal like, but that only made the lust worse.

  When he plucked off another bite, I actually whimpered, swallowing what was in my mouth.

  "Fuck, Hot Stuff! You have such a perfect mouth."

  I do? How was this my life? This man was walking perfection, and he looked like he wanted to consume me.

  He gave me another bite, repeating the same pattern, heatedly watching me chew.

  When we worked our way through a piece of chicken, I grabbed his wrist. "Aren't you going to eat?" I asked, feeling a bit self-conscious about being the only one eating.

  His other hand came up, caressing the fingers that were wrapped around his wrist. "I'll eat when you're satisfied, Hot Stuff."

  I couldn't say that I understood the nickname, but I really liked that I had one. Well, one that wasn't a derogatory dig on my weight meant to be funny by my "friends."

  He picked up the pie container, scooping out a fork full and holding it up to my mouth. I took the bite offered, moaning when the taste hit my tongue.

  I covered my mouth so I could talk around my bite without showing Ward what it looked like while it was being chewed. "This is sooo good."

  Smiling, Ward leaned closer. A lot closer, actually. When his tongue brushed the corner of my mouth, I gasped. He sipped quickly from my mouth, drawing back with a tortured look on his face.

  With the hand that wasn't holding the fork, he reached down, adjusting the front of his pants, and drawing my attention back to the fabric straining over his cock.

  "Okay," he said, closing his eyes for a moment. "I'll be good, I promise."

  "Why?"

  Groaning, he leaned back into my space, his breath bathing my face when he spoke. "Because, I'd like to get to know you a little bit, before I strip you naked, tie you to that bed, and taste every inch of you."

  My body reacted with a hard jerk of my cock, and a spurt of pre-cum, making me whine.

  But then the reality of what exactly that would look like, set in. Fat in clothes is one thing. I wasn't sure he'd still want me, once he got a good look at all of me. Which is why I'd never gotten naked in front of anyone in my adult life.

  I looked down at my lap, coming face to belly. "Maybe I should feed myself," I whispered, but suddenly, I wasn't feeling all that hungry.

  Putting a finger under my chin, he lifted my face, eyes narrowed on mine. "I am going to let you feed yourself, but only because I can't seem to control myself when I touch you. But whatever it is you are thinking that just drained the light out of that beautiful face, you better fucking stop thinking it now."

  My eyes widened, because he sounded serious, and more than a little aggravated. I wasn't afraid of him in the least. I'd never met anyone I'd felt safer around. But the idea of disappointing the man, made my chest ache.

  "I need you to tell me that you understand, Hot Stuff."

  "I do!" I cleared my throat, because suddenly it sounded like I was hitting puberty again. "I'll try." Why did his bossy attitude make me so horny? I almost couldn't help but obey.

  "Good."

  Handing me my fork, he waited until I took it and then proceeded to eat, before he started eating himself.

  I did my best to do as I'd told Ward I would, but my appetite had already disappeared, so I mostly just pushed the pie around and tried not to think about what I looked like naked, and how the comparison to Ward was absolutely embarrassing.

  "Do you have any siblings?"

  "No. My mom died when I was four, and when my father remarried, his new wife didn't want to ruin her figure by getting pregnant." I cringed. "She wasn't as bad as she sounds. She just knew my father would never let her hear the end of even a slight weight gain. He's hypercritical of everyone around him."

  Again, I looked down at my waistline. "If you can imagine, he has all sorts of things to say about me." I rolled my eyes.

  Growling, again sounding more animal than human, Ward put his fork down, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning back in his seat. "What does he say to you?"

  Blushing, I looked away, completely embarrassed. "I'd really rather not say. I know you have no intention of signing on with my dad, and I actually fully endorse and respect that decision, but if something, like me running my mouth, ruins my father's reputation, I'm going to be homeless, without a job, and absolutely no recommendations."

  It was sad just how much in control of my life my father was.

  I had stupidly, never moved out of his house while I was going to college. It had seemed like a responsible, practical plan when my father had "mentioned" it. But the reality was, I couldn't afford to pay rent, because every time I got a job, my dad would call and harass me at work.

  Eventually, I gave up, deciding to wait until I was out of school to get a job I actually wanted, and continued to live with the man.

  Unfortunately, I hadn't realized he was already making plans for my life. Before I even knew what hit me, I was sitting behind a desk at his company, still living with him, and not entirely sure how three years had passed without me getting out from under the man's thumb.

  "I'll let it slide, for now, Hot Stuff, because you barely know me, and really don't have any reason to trust me. But there will come a time when you will tell me all the things he's said to you." His eyes seemed to spark with agitation, and again I had to wonder what he was doing to me. "I'm sorry your mother died when you were so young. How did she die?"

  Sighing, Davis shrugged. "That depends who you ask. She actually died of cardiac arrest. My dad told everyone who would listen that she must have had a heart condition nobody was aware of. But when I was about twelve, I was up in the attic looking for some stuff to put in the fort I'd made in the backyard, I found her old diaries.

  "I honestly don't know why my father didn't have them trashed. He only spoke of my mom one time after her funeral, and it was to tell me that he didn't want to ever speak of her because she'd been weak and dramatic.

  "I holed up in that attic for hours and hours reading those things. As an adult, I know now, that she had an eating disorder and a drug problem. She was sure if she could just lose the extra weight, he'd be happy.

  "I don't think it was all his fault. Clearly, she had a few mental disorders. But when he found out she was taking drugs to help her lose weight, he told her that was the easy way, and that she was weak. I don't think she could have made him happy, no matter what she did. Apparently, she even died wrong."

  In all honesty, I could barely remember my mother, but I couldn't help but feel sorry for the woman. I knew how it was to live with Alder Sanders. How much harder would it have been for someone who was struggling with issues like hers?

  "Does he treat you that way?" Ward's face was a brewing storm.

  Swallowing, I shrugged. "S…some. But the difference between my mom and me is that I see it all. I'm not trying to win his affection, or even his attention. I try to stay as below the radar with him as possible.

  "Of course, obviously I don't always succeed. What about you? Parents? Siblings? Baby-momma drama?"

  Taking a deep breath and chuckling, Ward rolled his eyes. "No siblings. Nomadic, hippy father, only slightly less nomadic, hippy mother. My father would show up once or twice a year. My mom would go on binges from the time I turned twelve, and stay gone for days at a time. They're both still alive, I think. I haven't seen either one in years."

  "Wow," I said, eloquent as ever. "And I thought my dad was indifferent."

  Smiling, Ward stood, gathering up all the trash, frowning a little. "True, but as neglectful as they were, they were never just full on mentally abusive. Alder Sanders seriously needs to be knocked down a peg."

  Feeling, for the first time in my life, like someone had my back, I smiled at the gorgeous man, and rose to help him. "I couldn't agree more. And someday, I hope I get t
he balls to quit his company, and finally get a teaching job, somewhere."

  Where I was getting this confidence from, was anybody's guess. It was almost like Ward oozed so much of it, it was soaking into my skin, and feeding me.

  Like a frog? Rolling my eyes at the ridiculous thought, I dropped my armful of trash in the can and turned. The brick wall that was Ward suddenly had me in his arms, and pressed against his solid body.

  His hands at my back, settled on my love handles, massaging the fat there. I stiffened, wishing his fingers were maybe on my arms, where, though there wasn't much in the way of definition, there was a hell of a lot less fat. Or, even my shoulders. Possibly my head?

  "Hot Stuff?" When my eyes met his, he smiled softly. "If you don't relax, and enjoy this kiss, I'll lay you over the end of the bed, pull your pants down, and spank you."

  Blinking in confusion, I tried to figure out what his words even meant, but the massage felt far too amazing, and I could feel my body turning to absolute goo. Wait, did he say…"What kiss?"

  Smiling, he lowered his mouth to mine. He was kissing me!

  When he groaned, his hands sank deeper into my flesh, and I gasped, enjoying them on me, even if the self-conscious side of me wasn't sure why he'd want to touch me like that.

  His tongue languidly licked into my mouth, making my knees buckle, a bit. I squeaked, when, not breaking the kiss, Ward scooped me up, backing me over to the counter and setting me on top. Like I weighed nothing more than a small child.

  My mouth had stilled on his, but he was having none of that. Inserting himself between my legs, he dragged my ass to the edge, and nearly bent me backward, diving into my mouth.

  Groaning, I licked the underside of his tongue, and suckled the tip, while grinding myself against his hard dick and abs, already leaking in my slacks.

  When Ward pulled back, going after my fly, his eyes looked like a lighter green, almost yellow, but then I was distracted by the fact that he practically had to lift my belly to get to my button, and I suddenly was pretty sure I was going to die of embarrassment.

  I froze, feeling like shit, and more than a little disgusted with myself, but ward just growled, pushing my shoulders back slightly, popping the button open, and lowering my zipper. My boxer covered dick nearly exploded out of the opening, and he cupped me through the material of my boxers, scraping a fingernail against the fabric pressed against the head.

  Gasping, and then moaning, I braced myself on the counter behind me, and lifted my hips, needing more friction.

  Ward grunted, looking awed. Ward Butler looked awed because of me.

  Then he was back in action, his movements a bit more harried as he grabbed the elastic at the top of my boxers and pulled it back, reaching in to fish out my cock.

  The keening/whining/moaning mess of a noise that came out of me would have been embarrassing if I wasn't about a stroke and a half away from coming.

  "Ward, I'm too close," I gasped, when he stroked me from root to tip, before massaging the head slightly.

  "Oh, Hot Stuff. You really are perfect for me. Look at how beautiful you are." His grip tightened to the point of near strangulation when he reached the base of my dick again, and I watched his other hand, struggle with the button and zipper of his own pants. Licking my lips, I watched in anticipation as he worked to get himself out, my dick jerking and throbbing in his tight grasp.

  "Oh my," I said, as he pulled out the most beautiful cock I'd ever seen in my life. Long and thick and with a generous, leaking head that I was dying to suckle.

  Moving in, he rested his lips against mine. "My sweet, precious Hot Stuff. I'm going to make you mine. You just wait and see." And then he slid our dicks together, bending his knees a little so he could line them up perfectly.

  Together, they looked probably about how we did when we were standing next to each other. Mine an average length, but definitely girthy, his just all over huge.

  I would have laughed at my runaway thoughts, but he was moving against me, and my head fell back on my shoulders. If I'd have relaxed it any more, it might have just fallen right off.

  When I felt his mouth move against my neck, and then scrape the skin just below my ear with his teeth, my balls pulled tight, and I gave a guttural moan, as I shot between us, soaking our stomachs.

  "Oh fuck," Ward groaned, sounding wrecked as he too unloaded between us.

  I was struggling with keeping my elbows from giving out, so it took me a few moments to realize, not only was my shirt up over my gut, but Ward was rubbing our cum into the skin.

  When I tried to sit up, already reaching one hand for the hem to pull it down, he growled at me, making me raise my eyes to his. "Mine."

  It surprised a laugh out of me, and I looked down, at where his hands were gently needing my flesh like he actually cherished its very existence.

  Was this man even real? Could he really be this gorgeous, quiet man, who was actually attracted to me regardless of all my extra weight? Could it be that he was actually intrigued by it?

  "So, I only have a few days to convince you to stick around, huh?" Ward's hands moved up under my shirt massaging my chest.

  "Y…you want me to stick around?" Wasn't that weird? Shouldn't I be concerned about a man who was this perfect? A man I had just met today?

  So why was my mind suddenly bombarded by images of us together, me teaching and then coming home every night to his handsome face and amazing body. Making love until we were too tired and sated to move.

  I wanted that.

  But is that what he wanted?

  "Uh…usually, my boyfriends get sick of me pretty quick." Realizing I'd just jumped the gun big time, because I'd just basically built an entire life inside my head, I quickly blurted, "You're not my boyfriend! Oh, gawd, that sounded like, 'you're not the boss of me.' That's not what I meant, you can be my boss." I felt my face cringe. "Wait, what? That's not what I was trying to say." Chuckling at just how embarrassing I was, I took a deep breath. "I mean, if you were thinking about having a relationship with me, you'll probably change your mind in those few days that you're trying to convince me to stay.

  "I'm a lot of work because I tend to let my dad dictate a lot of my day to day life, and I've been told more times than once that I'm not pretty enough to be worth the headache."

  Growling, Ward's hands stilled on my body, making me pout, but not taking them off of me completely. "I want a list. Every person who has ever called you unattractive, or not pretty enough, or said something rude about your weight. I want all their names."

  I don't know why I was smiling. He sounded like he was going to murder someone. And maybe he was thinking about it. I honestly didn't know him that well. But the man in me, who was sick of being treated like I was second-class just because of my weight, was really enjoying the attention of a man who could have anyone he wanted, but chose me. And was ready to ride into battle with my name as his war cry.

  Shaking my head, because maybe I'd edited one too many books, I leaned forward, wrapping my arms around his neck, hugging him. "Thank you for being willing to do whatever it is that you were willing to do, but it's not necessary."

  Though, maybe I should take him back to Illinois with me for a little while, and show him off. Like a complete asshole, I really wanted to see the looks on everyone's faces when they saw him looking at me the way he did.

  Then everyone could suck it.

  I hadn't even realized Ward had pulled back to look at me, until he said my nickname softly. There was a sweet smile on his ridiculously handsome face, and I blinked, momentarily stupefied by the sight.

  "Wow."

  Chuckling, and shaking his head, he asked, "What were you thinking so hard about just now? You had a pretty evil little grin on your face.

  Snickering, I bit my lip. "Revenge. But not like, killing revenge. More like high school girl revenge. But I'm an adult man, Ward!"

  He laughed again, and I had to wonder if it was something he did very often. He seemed surprise
d by it every time. "I'm aware, Hot Stuff. Remember, we had the penis conversation. A lot."

  Sucking my lips between my teeth, I tried not to laugh at him. I needed to be stern, but he was teasing me, and I really liked it. For once, my rambling, word vomit quirk, wasn't driving someone crazy.

  "That was horrible, and the entire town of Purdy probably thinks I have an obsession with penises now."

  Chapter Three

  I wasn't a grumpy man. Though, I think some people took my quiet, sit-back-and-listen nature as annoyance, or even grumpiness sometimes. But the truth was, I just liked to observe people.

  I was always taking in their expressions and reactions, analyzing them. I think that ability has served me pretty well as a writer, but my stoicism tended to make me seem stand-offish.

  But standing here, between my mate's legs, with our dicks still hanging out, and my hands up his shirt, I realized my days of being so quiet people thought I hated them and everything around me was over.

  I was going to want to take this man with me everywhere I went, and there was no way I was going to be able to pretend indifference when he was making me smile and laugh all the time.

  Though, with the amount of talking my precious mate did, there was a chance I wouldn't have to change my quiet ways too much.

  "Alright, penis lover," I said, picking him up, striding to the bathroom and setting him down. "We need showers, and then a nap, and then I'd like to take you somewhere to show you something."

  "A…are we…uh. Are we showering together? I'm really not sure you want to actually see me out of my clothes. It's not pretty." His laughing, happy voice from before had gone soft and insecure, and I was getting livid again just thinking about all the people who'd made my man feel like he was less attractive because of the bit of jiggle.

  The jiggle that made me so incredibly hard.

  "Oh, Hot Stuff. If it makes you feel bad, I don't want to do it. But how about this? I'm going to get in the shower." I bent and started the water, getting it to the perfect temperature. "If you decide to join me, you are more than welcome. But if you don't, then when I'm done, I'll leave you alone so you can take one by yourself. Okay?"