Curves for Two (BBW Erotic Romance) (4 page)

Maxine had tried like hell that summer and all the ones that followed through high school to ensure Roman did find new friends. Happily, she failed.
 

Stretching across Chase's torso, I placed the glass on the nightstand. On my way back across Chase, I brushed my lips against his then rolled to face Roman. Trying to keep the tears from my eyes, I thumbed his cheek.
 

"She's never forgiven me for you giving her the silent treatment for a whole month after that."
 

"I've never forgiven her for saying what she did." Smiling softly, Roman tugged me toward him.
 

Chase followed as if invisible strings attached my body to his. I was in the middle of a man sandwich, the bread between two gorgeous, thick slabs of meat. My eyes closed as both lovers started to gently fondle me.
 

Damn, it felt good, the sensation of their heat and hands and the two growing erections pressed against me. Between the two of them, every bad thing in my life disappeared. I felt safe for the first time in years -- since before their deployments, my rotten marriage and its even more rotten ending.
 

I didn't want the night to end, but it had to. No one goes around Glennville with everybody knowing they've taken two men into their bed at the same time. I'd lose my job, my apartment--
 

"Gracie," Chase growled. "I'm serious. I really don't want you thinking for the next few days until you get used to this arrangement."
 

I growled back, the sound weaker and feminine but enough to tell him he needed to stop reading my mind. Replaying the end of his statement, I shook my head. "What arrangement?"
 

"Tell her." Chase rested his chin on my shoulder. I could tell from the way it softly dug into my flesh that he was grinning at Roman. "She'll think I'm joking if I say it."
 

His erection moving against me as he clenched his stomach and braced for my reaction, Roman closed his eyes and drew a slow breath. When he opened them, his gaze hooked mine and held. "Baby, we're going to marry you."
 

I nodded slowly, not saying
yes
, only trying desperately to figure out what they meant. When I couldn't, I shook my head, cracking a joke to ease the tension. "I take it you haven't talked to Pastor Brown about this."
 

"Fuck that old man," Chase grumbled behind me, one arm looping under mine to fasten his hand on my shoulder and secure me to him.
 

"Fuck everybody," I snorted, the sentiment often expressed among the three of us. "Fuck my boss, who will fire me because the prudes at the country club will ruin his business if he doesn't. Fuck your commanding officer, who will have your security clearances pulled--"
 

"We're out," Roman interrupted. "In thirty days, at least. New jobs, new city…and you're coming with us."
 

"Yeah." Chase nipped lightly at my shoulder. "So grabby-hands Pennington can really go fuck himself."
 

Pulling away from me, Chase tugged until I was flat on my back, my head moving side to side as I looked at them.
 

"And you…" he said, cupping my breast. "You will be too busy going to school to worry about having a job."
 

"Don't--"
 

They both stopped me with a growl.
 

"Don't what? Don't touch you?" Chase asked half a second before his mouth defiantly covered my nipple and he started sucking.
 

"Or don't tell you how we're going to take care of you?" Roman followed and moved down the bed until his head was even with my hip. "Because we are going to touch you, Gracie, and take care of you."
 

"You're ours." Chase stopped suckling long enough to gently reprimand me. "Remember that or I really will spank that sweet ass."
 

Closing my eyes, I nodded. There was no ground beneath me, I was that far down in Glennville. Both men wanted to lift me up, together. They could only do so if I trusted them, and there was no one I trusted more than Roman and Chase.
 

Roman nuzzled my mound, his thumb parting my labia so he could take his first lick of my clit. "Was that a yes, baby?"
 

I swallowed the small knot of apprehension lodged in my throat. "Yes."
 

Chase stopped teasing my breast. I opened my eyes to find him watching me, his dark eyes misting with emotion. I shut my eyes again, my tears finally overflowing to stream down the sides of my face.
 

"Don't worry, Gracie. It will all work out."
 

Chase surfed up the bed and rubbed his cheek against mine, our tears mixing in the seconds before he and Roman began another slow sampling of my flesh that lasted until morning, when we went hand-in-hand-in-hand to both of their families and broke the news.
 

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