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  Taking His

  Devouring Her Curves Book 2

  Bailey Rock

  This is a work of art/fiction. Names, places, businesses, characters, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, actual events, or places is purely coincidental. Any persons appearing on the cover image for this book are models and do not have any connection to the contents of this story.

  All characters depicted in this work are unrelated consenting adults. This author assumes no responsibility for the use/misuse of this material.

  © 2019 Bailey Rock

  Contents

  Title Page

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Epilogue

  Chapter 1

  Alex

  I haven’t been home in years, and I never thought that the next time I would be home was for my little sister’s wedding. We haven’t seen each other in years, not since I moved to Europe and she couldn’t afford a plane ticket to come see me.

  Looks like that has changed now since she’s marrying one of the richest men in town. Lance Parker is a few years younger than me, but I still know who he is.

  He’s probably the one person with enough money to get me out of the mess that I’m in back home, but I can’t ask him for help. There’s an easier way out, and all I have to do is find a woman to fall in love with me.

  Should be easy, right?

  Our mom told me that Maggie’s new bakery is doing amazing, and so I’m not surprised to see a line out the door as I walk up the sidewalk, although I thought that she may close her bakery the day before her wedding. Don’t most brides want all the time they can get to plan and primp?

  I push through the mass and take a deep breath. Holy cow, it smells good in here. Maggie had emailed me that she was working on new recipes, and I can’t wait to try some of the things she’s making.

  But she’s not here. I glance around for her and can’t see her, but there’s someone else working behind the counter, and holy shit, she’s hot. She’s the curviest girl I’ve seen in a long time and has a thick rope of bright red hair that swings around when she moves.

  Maggie has her wearing an apron that clings to her curves, and she has on a low-cut shirt that allows me to see the swell of her tits.

  Looks like I came back to the states at the perfect time. I’ve never seen a girl like her before, especially not in our tiny hometown, and my cock grows hard the longer I have to wait in line to see her.

  Finally, I make it up to the front of the line and lean casually on the counter, excited to get to talk to the curvy beauty.

  “Hey,” I say, leaning casually against the counter, but before I can say anything else, she snaps me with the rag she’s holding.

  Hard.

  “Don’t lean on the counter. Don’ t you know the rules?” She points casually to a sign that’s propped up on the counter. I immediately recognize my sister’s curly handwriting.

  Don’t lean on the counter.

  “Did Maggie write that? Or are you the grump around here?

  She raises her eyebrows at me. “You calling Maggie a grump?”

  I shrug. This girl obviously doesn’t know who I am, and I’m enjoying this.

  “Both of you are, it seems like. Anyway, I’d like a cookie. Fresh and hot, if you have one.”

  “Oh, I have one. But I don’t know that you can handle it. Let me see.”

  She saunters away from me and I get to watch her curvy ass sashay as she disappears through the double doors to the kitchen.

  God, what I wouldn’t do to be able to squeeze her sweet cheeks.

  I probably shouldn’t be thinking about this curvy beauty like this, but the more I look at her, the more I want her.

  No, it’s not just that I want her.

  I want to claim her and make sure that no other man ever gets to lay eyes on her.

  I want to hear her scream my name until her throat is raw.

  She’s the one that I need to bring back home with me.

  Waiting for her to come back to the counter is killing me, and I realize that I don’t want to let her out of my sight.

  Suddenly, she reappears and comes back through the doors holding a huge, hot, chocolate chip cookie in her hand. The chocolate is melting over her fingers and after I take it from her, she slowly licks the melted chocolate from her fingertips.

  I swear, I feel my heart stop.

  She slides her finger into her mouth and swirls her tongue around the tip before popping her finger back out.

  I wonder what it would be like to have her gorgeous lips wrapped around my thick cock.

  I’m so busy watching her that I don’t notice that my cookie is so hot and fresh that it’s breaking until it snaps in half and lands on the counter with a thunk.

  “Smooth.” She pops her finger out of her mouth and stares at me. “It would normally be just $2.25, but I’m charging you a cleaning fee, so $4.00.”

  “For a cookie? Are you insane?”

  “The best damn cookie you’ve ever had plus a cleaning fee. You keep wasting my time and I’ll charge you for that, too.”

  “Fine.” I grab some cash from my pocket and toss her four crumpled bills. “Let Maggie know that she’s running a racket here.”

  “She knows. And yet,” she gestures behind me at the growing line and I scowl at her.

  “Thanks for the cookie,” I glance at her again to look for a nametag, but she doesn’t have one on, so I take a stab at what I want to call her, “Sweet Cheeks.”

  “Sweet Cheeks?” She glares at me and I feel my cock stirring in my jeans. Nothing like a sexy woman who is pissed to really get me going. I toss the rest of my cookie into my mouth, wink at her, and turn around to walk out.

  I don’t care what Sweet Cheeks says, I’m going to win her over. She’ll be mine.

  “Don’t bother coming back,” she calls after me.

  I wave over my head, but don’t turn around. I’m not coming back today, but you better believe I will be back to make her sweet ass mine.

  Bridgette

  Even though I know I should be focused more on Maggie’s wedding, I can’t stop thinking about that jerk from yesterday. It would be bad enough if he were just cute, but he’s not.

  He’s on a different level of hotness, one that almost made my panties combust when he looked at me. It was hard as hell for me to focus on the rest of the customers in the afternoon when all I wanted to do was chase after him, spin him around, and pin him up against the wall.

  Too bad he’s a grade-A level ass. It’s a good thing that I won’t ever have to see him again, since I know that my body can’t be trusted.

  Whatever. I’ve been with my share of assholes, and they’re all the same.

  That’s not totally true. While there are a lot of assholes out there, not all of them look like the guy from yesterday. Hell, nobody has had that kind of effect on me in forever.

  As soon as he walked in the door it was like everyone else in the room fell away and it was just the two of us. I sucked chocolate off of my fingers and watched his eyes. He liked it, I know he did.

  Too bad he’s such a jerk. Oh, and there’s the little part about how I told him not to come back again. Knowing him, though, he won’t listen to me.

  Part of th
at pisses me off, but the other part of me wants him to come strolling through the door again, consequences be damned.

  I shift in my seat, trying to get comfortable in my dress. It’s definitely a little tighter than it used to be since I started working at Blue Sky, but I think that I look pretty damn good. The bright blue fabric perfectly shows off my eyes, and it’s tight enough around my bust to really help my curves stand out.

  I smooth my skirt out and cross my legs, admiring the new shoes I’m wearing. They do a great job showing off the curves of my calves, and I’m feeling pretty good.

  There’s still about thirty minutes before the ceremony is supposed to begin, and I’m beginning to wish that I had brought a book or sat with someone I know.

  “This seat taken?” Someone breaks through my reverie. The voice is low and gravely and makes my stomach twist. A warmth pools between my legs and I raise my eyebrows, wondering who in the world could have that effect on me.

  Smiling, I turn to see who is talking, but just as quickly, my smile slides off my face. It’s the jerk from yesterday, and if I thought that he was hot then, I was wrong.

  He’s wearing an incredible suit today but carrying the jacket and has his sleeves rolled up far enough to see that his arms are covered in tattoos.

  Yesterday I noticed that he was taller than me, but today he practically towers over me, his cock level with my face. I swallow hard when I see the huge bulge.

  “It is.” I have to practically rip my eyes away from his crotch to look up at his face, and I immediately wish that I hadn’t.

  It was one thing yesterday to suck on my fingers while thinking about sucking his cock, but it was another thing completely to be at the right level. His eyes are dark and he grins, a twisted smile that makes my heart pound.

  Too bad he’s an asshole.

  “I don’t see anyone rushing to sit next to you,” he says, ignoring my protests and sitting down. “In fact, you probably scare everyone away with your crap attitude.”

  “What crap attitude? Maybe I’m just tired of jerks coming into the bakery.”

  “Mmm, maybe. Or maybe you’re just tired of not getting the attention you deserve. You know, Sweet Cheeks, I never did catch your name yesterday. But I’ll call you anything you want.”

  I’m gripping the edge of my seat so hard that my knuckles are turning white, but I’m afraid that if I let go, I might accidentally reach out and touch him. From this close I can smell the cologne he’s wearing, and my mouth waters.

  “Bridgette.” I cross my legs and shift away from him in my seat, but I can’t move too far since an older gentleman has sat on my other side.

  “Bridge. I’m Alex, it’s a pleasure to meet you when you don’t have a towel in your hand.” He reaches out to shake my hand, but I don’t move to take it.

  “I didn’t say that my name was Bridge. I told you it’s Bridgette.” I scowl at him, when actually my entire body is demanding me to touch him.

  “Okay then.” He slowly glances up and down my body, and I can feel my skin burning under his gaze. “I like your dinosaur tattoo.”

  I have a huge green brontosaurus tattooed on my left calf. I got it one night in college and don’t regret it one bit, but for some reason, I don’t like him looking at it.

  “Hmm,” I say, crossing my legs the other way so he can’t see my tattoo.

  “College?”

  I ignore him.

  “I asked if you got that in college.”

  “I did. Now, if you don’t mind, I think that the ceremony’s going to start, and I want to see Maggie.”

  We still have plenty of time before the ceremony is going to begin, but I’m not going to admit that. My head is spinning and it’s all I can do to concentrate.

  Alex glances at his watch. “In that case, I better go. Things to do, you know. Save me a dance, Bridge.”

  He’s up and walking to the back of the church before I can respond, and I scoff. Save him a dance. Right.

  The only dancing I want to do with that man is the horizontal polka.

  Sighing, I flip open my wedding program. Maggie had mentioned that she asked her older brother to walk her down the aisle since her dad was dead, but she didn’t say much else about him.

  I know that he lives in Europe, owns a number of motorcycle repair businesses, and hasn’t been around in years, but she doesn’t talk about him much.

  I bet he’s hot.

  Maybe I can dance with him instead of this Alex guy.

  Running my finger down the program, I look quickly for the name of her brother. If I can figure out who he is before the reception then I may be able to snag some time with him.

  My breath catches when my finger lands on the name Alex Ward.

  Oh, shit.

  I spin around in my seat to see where the sexy stranger has run off to, but I can’t see him.

  Oh, shit. Is that Maggie’s brother?

  There’s nothing for me to do but wait and see who walks her down the aisle, but everything is clicking into place.

  I drop my head into my hands. Don’t tell me that the sexy asshole from yesterday is my boss’ brother.

  The man I want to get naked.

  The man who made me wet just saying my name.

  Oh, shit.

  When the bridal music plays, I stand and turn with the rest of the crowd, and my mouth drops when I see him escorting Maggie.

  She looks incredible, but I can’t keep my eyes off of him.

  He walks by me and winks when he catches my eye.

  You have got to be kidding me.

  Maggie didn’t tell me her brother was a jerk.

  A sexy, panty-dropping, chiseled God of a jerk.

  I am so screwed.

  Chapter 2

  Alex

  Too bad I gave up drinking in Europe, because a shot of something smooth would really help me get through the night. I thought that weddings were supposed to be all about the bride, but guests won’t leave me alone.

  Prodigal son, finally back.

  That’s one of the only problems with growing up in a small town. Everyone wants to be in your business when you get back.

  There’s only one person I want to pay attention to me, and she’s studiously ignoring me on the other side of the room. I can see her thick braid from here, and I want to wrap it around my hand while I pull her head back and kiss her neck. She’s perfectly filling out her dress, and every time she shifts position or turns, I can feel my cock twitching in my pants.

  It’s getting impossible to think of anything but being with her. I don’t know that I’ve ever wanted something so badly in my entire life.

  I’m also not the type of person to just sit around and wait for something good to fall into my lap. She knows I’m interested, and I’ll be damned if I leave here without getting to touch those incredible curves of hers.

  Slamming my glass of water down on the table, I get up and stretch, ready to go over and take Bridgette onto the dance floor. She turns as I do, and we lock eyes.

  When she blushes, I make my way through the dance floor to her. She’s standing with some girlfriends, and they gawk as I walk up and casually sling my arm around her shoulders.

  “Can I help you?” She asks, her voice dripping with derision. Pulling her closer, I dip my head to her ear to whisper in it.

  Slowly I run one hand up her arm, feeling her skin goosebump as I do. She breathes heavily, but I know that there’s no way she’ll take me up on my offer of getting out of here.

  “Not a chance.” Bridgette shrugs off my arm and steps back.

  “Really? You don’t want to dance with me? No part of you wants to dance with me?” I take her hand and pull her towards me. Her skin is impossibly smooth, and for a moment, I wonder what it would be like to have her hand wrapped around my cock.

  “Not really.” Her voice is hesitant, and she hasn’t let go of my hand.

  “Well, I don’t really want to dance with you, but there aren’t a lot of choices
around,” I tell her, pulling her closer to me. Her chest is pressed up against me and I can feel her heart pounding.

  “I’m sure you could find someone.”

  “Like one of your friends here?”

  She doesn’t even look at them before she answers. “They’re not interested. Come on, let’s go.”

  I raise my eyebrows as she leads me out onto the dance floor. It’s getting to be late in the reception, but the DJ is still going strong. The floor is crowded and I pull her in to me so that we can fit in between other couples.

  “Don’t think that just because I’m dancing with you that I like you at all,” she tells me, gyrating her hips.

  I reach out and rest my hands on her hips, feeling her body slide under my touch. It’s almost too much for me to bear. My cock throbs in my jeans.

  “Oh yeah? Then why are you dancing with me, Bridge?”

  Her eyes flash when I use her nickname and she steps back a bit, widening the gap between us, but I immediately step forward to fill it again.

  “Because it would be really sad to see you out here on the floor by yourself.” When she shakes her head, her thick rope of hair shimmies down her back and I have to restrain myself from reaching out and taking it.

  “You don’t think I could get a dance partner?” I step back and spread out my hands a bit so that she can really look at me.

  She raises an eyebrow but allows her gaze to rack slowly over my body, and I shiver at the way she looks at me. She’s not quite undressing me with her eyes, but there’s definitely interest there.

  I can work with interested.

  I’m more than interested in this sexy woman.

  “Well, I’m happy to be your charity case anytime,” I tell her.

  She spins and I grab her, pulling her luscious ass to me so that it’s pressed into my cock. I’m sure that she can feel how hard I am, but I grind forward a little bit just to make sure.

  “I don’t do charity.” She whirls around and places her hands on my chest. They’re hot and I lean forward as she digs her nails into me. I can feel them cutting through the fabric, and it makes my dick swell even more.