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Chapter 3

Chloe held tight to the strong hand that was pulling her through the bar.  Unaware of the looks she was getting, she focused her eyes on the floor to make sure she didn’t make a fool out of herself by tripping over something.

As they rounded the far edge of the bar in the back, Chloe noticed a few two-seaters set against the wall near a hallway.  The bar made a good block for the noise coming from the stage.  Reaching the farthest table, Rafe stopped and pulled out the chair facing the hallway for her.  Chloe sat and set her purse on the table and waited for Rafe to take the other seat.

“What are you drinking?” he asked.

“Oh, we can wait for the waitress,” Chloe offered.

“She’s too busy and will never see us over here. We could die of thirst before she ever checks this corner,” Rafe said with a wink.

“Oh then, whatever you are drinking,” Chloe said, since that was apparently the polite thing to say when someone asks you that question.

“Well, I’m not drinking, so unless you would like a water with lemon you might want to be more specific,” he teased.

“Vodka tonic with a twist please,” she said.

Chloe watched as Rafe made his way back to the bar.  The bartender clearly recognized him, as he gave him a strong handshake and a head nod to whatever Rafe said to him.  Two glasses were quickly pushed towards Rafe and he turned back to their table.

“Thank you,” Chloe said adjusting the drink on the napkin in front of her. “So you don’t drink?” She had to ask, not that she was against being around someone that was sober, but she and her friends liked to drink when they went out.

“Oh, I drink, just not when I have a shift within 24 hours. Just something I started doing when I was a volunteer. I would hate to be hungover when trying to climb a ladder or start an IV on someone,” Rafe replied.

“Gotcha, that is very smart of you,” Chloe offered.  Figuring she might not have long with this hunk, she dove into the burning question.  “So, did you really see me from the stage?” Chloe asked abruptly.

“Technically no,” he said ducking his head.  “I scoped you out as you came in and sat down with your friends,” he admitted.

Ok, that was interesting she thought, “Really?” she queried.

“Yup, spotted that hair as you came in, I love curly hair,” he admitted.

“My hair?” Chloe asked surprised.

“Ok, your hair and possibly the light reflecting off of those shiny ass pants you are wearing. It called to me,” he said with an evil little grin.

Well then, she thought, that was honest.  Deciding to skip commenting on that last part, she tried the standard get to know you questions; ask about the job, likes, and dislikes, what have you. “So you like being a firefighter?” she asked.

“Hmm, well I’ll be honest with you Chloe; nobody becomes a firefighter because of the great working environment and perks. We have a calling and we answer it. But I could wax poetic about my job or we could get down to the nitty gritty,” Rafe whispered.

“Nitty gritty?” Chloe parroted.

“Yup, I think you are beautiful, I don’t know much about you, but would love to learn more. I think you are sexy as hell and I am not willing to let you slip out of my hands tonight because I’m trying to play it cool,” he finished on a growl.

Hot damn, Chloe thought. That was straight forward, or straight toward her clit more like it.  Which by the way had been pulsing and tingling from the moment she sat down with Rafe.

“Oh, my, well that is straight to the point,” Chloe offered.

“Are you interested in me?” he asked, his sculpted eyebrow pitching up.  Oh and his eyes were brown, like melted caramel.  That made her want a sundae.

“Of course!” Chloe said with a little too much enthusiasm, which also got her a chuckle from Rafe. “What I mean to say, is no girl like me would ever think of turning away smoking hot guy like you,” she added.

“A girl like you?” Rafe questioned.

“Yeah, you know, there were a lot of skinny, hot women out there tonight. Fat girls like me should be grateful for any attention we get,” Chloe said, cringing at her own words.

She looked up to see a cloud cross Rafe’s face.  He looked almost angry when he said, “Chloe, I know we just met, but if I ever hear you talk about yourself like that again I will paddle your ass red.”

Chloe swallowed the knot in her throat, did he actually just say that?

“I’m not joking Chloe. You are a beautiful, stunning women with a rocking body. Those skinny girls can enjoy their drinks and head home alone, because real men like curves. We want smooth skin, soft flesh to hold onto. A girl that can go the distance without breaking a hip,” Rafe counseled.

Chloe's mouth dropped open during speech, not realizing it until Rafe reached over and with a fingertip, closed her mouth for her.  Embarrassed, Chloe dropped her eyes to the table.

“Hey, I didn’t say any of that to embarrass you Chloe. I just wanted to be perfectly clear where I stand. Any women that can strut into this bar like you did, flashing that amazing ass in those skin tight pants, should have self-esteem coming out of their ears,” Rafe explained.

Chloe looked up to see only honesty in Rafe’s eyes.

Nodding she said, “Agreed.”

Smiling back at her Rafe sat back and starting asking her all about her life.  Her job, friends, and her hobbies.  Chloe found herself chatting away and getting more comfortable as time passed.  Rafe was genuine, smiling and nodding as she talked.  Eye contact all the way, something Chloe loved since she got to stare back.

After what seemed like hours but was probably only 30 minutes, Chloe remembered her friends. “Oh, crap, I totally forgot about my friends!” she shrieked as she jumped up from the table.

“Hey, I’m sure they are all good. I can see the front door and I know they haven’t left. Before you go and check in with them, I wanted to ask you something.” Rafe crooned leaning over the table towards her.

Chloe watched the change in his demeanor and sat forward on the edge of her chair.  Rafe reached across the table and grabbed her hand.

“Chloe, I would really like to spend more time with you tonight. In fact, I’d be honored if you would come home with me tonight. I know this is sudden and I honestly don’t do this. But I would kick myself if I don’t grab every second I can with you. If it makes you feel better I can give you my ID for your friends to copy down, you can call them when we get to my place and you can even ask the bartender, he’d vouch for me,” he said with a grin.

“I’m not expecting anything tonight other than your company, preferably somewhere comfortable we don’t have to shout. I live alone and we can hang out, watch TV or just sit on my deck and chat. What do you say?” he said expectantly.

Chloe’s first instinct was to say no, her evil little voice inside was spewing all the negative thoughts her positivity tried to quell.  She was fat, nobody would want her, she wasn’t good enough, pretty enough, and the list went on.  But positive Chloe got louder inside, she wasn’t fat, she was curvy and sexy, plenty of people wanted her and she was more than good enough damn it.

If hottie firefighter wanted to spend more time with her, nobody was twisting his arm.  He could have made any number of excuses to get out of seeing her, instead he earnestly asked her for more time.  She was going to put her big girl panties on and be brave tonight.

“Yes Rafe, I would love to spend more time with you tonight,” Chloe said back with a timid smile.

“But I will need your ID in case my friends need a starting point to look for my body,” She added with a laugh.

“No problem, except my PJs don’t have pockets,” Rafe grinned back at her. “Let me run backstage and change into my street clothes and grab my wallet. I’ll meet you at your friends table with my ID,” he offered.

Standing up and grabbing her purse, Chloe was surprised when Rafe stepped close to her. She looked up at him and he said, “Can I have a hug?”

A huge grin splitting across her face, Chloe nodded and reached her arms up stretching up to his neck.  She felt strong, thick arms come around her sides to clasp at her back and Rafe pulled her to his chest.  Then he squeezed, not like an awkward just met you hug, an honest to goodness full body contact hug.  Chloe felt one of his hands drift up to the middle of her back as the other hand came to rest at the top of her ample bottom.  He gave her another long squeeze, his hands flexing against her body.

Chloe couldn’t help the sigh that came out of her at the delicious contact.  He was hot, hard, and smelled amazing, like soap and sun.  She felt his chin make contact with the top of her head.  She loved when guys were taller than her, it always made her feel dainty.

Stepping back but still holding her waist Rafe said, “You better go to your friends before I decide to drag you into the hallway and continue this hug.”

“That doesn’t sound like such a bad idea,” Chloe said with a wink.

What the hell had gotten into her?  Apparently the intoxicating pull of hottie firefighter was more than she was able to resist, that and a fair number of drinks.  Her friends would let her know straight up if she was not making the right choice.

“Too tempting, sweetcheeks,” Rafe said with a grin. But then he leaned down and gave her an oh so soft kiss on her cheek.  His breath whispering across her ear sending shivers across her skin.

“Off you go,” he said giving her a turn with a hand on her shoulder.  Once pointed towards her friends she felt a quick smack right on her ass cheek!

“What the…” Chloe whipped her head around to see a devilish grin on Rafe’s face.  Then the man had the audacity to wink at her and give her a chin lift.

Oh, who was she kidding, she was going to let this cutie go caveman on her all he wanted.  She was feeling attractive and desired.  Amazing what goes from rude and overbearing to cute and adorable with the right incentive.

Chapter 4

Walking back to the high top she had abandoned her girls at, she noticed Nikki was engaged in a conversation with a dashing looking, shirtless man.  Chloe must have missed his performance, but clearly Nikki hadn’t.  Izzy was sipping on what looked like a watered down drink and smiling sadly into the table.

“Ladies!” Chloe shouted.

“Well, she finally returns,” Nikki said with a smirk. “Chloe meet Chase, Chase, Chloe. One of your other brothers stole her away right after we got here.

“Nice to meet you Chloe,” Chase reached over and firmly shook her hand.

“You, too,” Chloe offered back.

“So, Nikki, looks like I might have to ditch you guys for the rest of the evening,” Chloe said, waiting for the inevitable explosion of her bestie being the protective mama bear that she relied on most nights.

She watched as Nikki gave her a once over and said, “Ok.”

“Ok?” Chloe said shocked.

“Yup, you look like you can make your own choices for the evening. Go have fun, we’ll manage to get our sorry asses home on our own tonight,” Nikki said.

Huh, that was unusual. Nikki was always the one telling us to be smart and not make bad choices.  Maybe she wasn’t making a bad choice.

“Oh, well I’m going to head out with Rafe. He’s getting changed and is bringing his ID so you guys can copy it so the police know where to start looking for my body,” she said with an awkward giggle.

“You’re heading out with Rafe?” Chase asked. Chloe nodded and he continued, “You are all good girl, Rafe is straight up legit. The man is a good guy, he’ll keep you safe. It’s his job,” Chase said grinning like he knew something Chloe didn’t.

At that moment Rafe made his way back to the table.  Chloe gave the proper introductions.  Rafe gave Chase a huge one armed man hug.  Guess they knew each other well.

Without asking Rafe slid his ID over to Nikki, who snapped a photo on her camera. And gave them an easy, “Have a nice time kids.”

Chloe gave hugs and kisses to her girls and followed Rafe out of the bar.

“Did you drive?” Rafe asked when they reached the parking lot.

“Nope, taxi,” Chloe replied.

“Great, you’re with me then,” Rafe said grabbing her hand and dragging her to a large red pickup truck parked near the back of the bar.

“Red like a firetruck?” Chloe giggled.

“Actually our rigs are yellow. I’ve loved firetrucks since I was a little guy. So when I couldn’t ride around in a red rig like I imagined as a kid, I bought a big red truck to compensate,” Rafe explained with a laugh.

Rafe opened the passenger door and helped Chloe in.  Grabbing the seatbelt, he buckled her in.  Chloe was giving him a look of incredulity.

“Safety first darlin’,” he said winking at her.

The ride to his house took about 15 minutes.  He lived in a nice apartment complex, quiet and well maintained.  His unit was on the end with only one neighbor sharing a wall.

Opening her door, he helped her out and grabbed her hand again, leading up the stairs to his door.

Once inside Chloe saw a clean, tidy, if not standard bachelor apartment.  A small dining table, a huge L shaped leather sofa, a wood coffee table that had clearly seen years of booted feet and a TV that took up most of one wall.

“Would you like some water?” Rafe asked walking into the kitchen.

“Yes, water would be great, thank you,” Chloe replied, still looking over the apartment.

Handing her a cold bottle of water, Rafe asked, “So movie or chatting?”

“Hmm, how about we sit on the couch and make out for a while?” Chloe suggested.

What the hell she thought, no time like the present.  And she did not want to spend the next two hours watching some action film while sitting awkwardly next to a man she had spent the entire car ride imagining what he tasted like.

“Straight, shooter, I like that Chloe,” Rafe said setting his water bottle down.

He stalked towards her getting into her space.  He took her water bottle and set it down.  Took her purse and tossed it towards the table.  Before she could see if it had made it, his hands had wrapped around her neck, tipped her head up and his mouth came crashing down on hers.  Shocked, Chloe opened her mouth to catch a breath and Rafe used the moment to drive his tongue into her mouth.

Chloe was lost, she couldn’t keep up with the onslaught of power coming off this man.  She gave in and let him take what he wanted.  He turned her head to deepen the kiss, pulling back to lick across her lips.

“So good,” he murmured before delving back into her mouth.

Eating at her, tasting every inch, he pulled back and moved his hand down to her waist and around to her bottom to pull her tightly against his rock hard erection.  His mouth came down and licked up the side of her neck to the back of her ear.  She could feel him sucking on her neck, knowing he was leaving marks.  She loved her neck being kissed and it made her knees week.  Which at that moment her knees gave and Rafe caught her as if he expected that to happen.

“Easy Princess,” he whispered against her neck. “Would hate to have to call 911 for an unconscious beauty on my floor.”

He slowly walked her backwards toward the couch.  She expected him to push her down on her back, instead he turned and sat down, pulling her onto his lap so that she was straddling him.  Not a comfortable position that bigger girls liked to be in.  Putting their body weight on someone always caused anxiety.

Rafe reached up and put his hand around her neck again, directing her gaze towards him.

“I want you here so I can touch all of you Chloe,” Rafe growled. “I mean all of you. Every inch of softness, every rounded part I want to feel.”

At that he moved his hands down her chest, just barely caressing the outsides of her breasts before moving to her waist and around so both hands were cupping an ample ass cheek.

“This, this is what I like Chloe,” Rafe said giving her cheeks a squeeze and a tug toward his straining erection. “I like ass, big, round and fleshy. I love to squeeze it, I love to see it jiggle, and I love to spank asses like this red. Have you ever been spanked Chloe?”

Caught up in his speech, Chloe had to pause and think about what to say. “Well I’ve had some taps before, during sex that is,” she said blushing. “Nothing other than that.”

“Did you like it? Honestly?” Rafe inquired.

“I didn’t not like it,” she said honestly.

“Would you let me try? I can bring you such pleasure Chloe. A little tinge of pain makes all of your senses sharpen. It will make your body burn. We can try it, you have complete control. You say stop and we will, no hard feelings and it doesn’t mean the evening ends. Just no more playing,” he said with a grin.

Chloe had to think for a moment.  The few times guys had given her awkward swats on the butt during sex didn't seem like much.  More like they had just got caught up in the moment.  But this guy already had her burning and she wanted to see how hot she could get.

“Ok, we can try,” Chloe whispered dropping her head.

“Oh, pretty girl, I’ll make you feel so good. Just remember you say stop and I stop, no matter what, yeah?” Rafe said moving his hand back up to her neck.

As she nodded her agreement, he smiled and pulled her head down towards his mouth.  She opened her lips the moment they touched and Rafe smiled and gave her a soul sucking kiss.  Chloe was so caught up in what his mouth was doing she didn’t notice his hands traveling all over her body, up and down her back to her ass and down her thighs.

Rafe gave one of her thighs a hard squeeze and then she felt a sharp but not too heavy slap on her thigh.  She started and pulled back to see Rafe studying her intently.  He waited for a brief moment to see her reaction then brought his hand down on her thigh again.

The slight sting through the fabric of her pants made Chloe’s breath catch.  As Rafe thrust his hips up to grind against the front of her pants, hitting her perfectly on her clit.  The combination of the two sensations had Chloe dropping her head back in a groan.

“That a girl, feels good doesn’t it?” Rafe whispered, then repeated the maneuver, this time swatting her other leg and thrusting his hips up.

“Yes, that’s good,” Chloe moaned.

“I want to see you, will you let me see that luscious ass of yours Chloe?” Rafe asked stroking his hand in circles on her butt.

Hesitating for a moment, realizing she was already committed for this ride, Chloe nodded yes.

An amazing grin spread across Rafe’s face as he helped her off his lap.  Chloe kicked off her shoes, unbuttoned her pants, and slid them down her legs.  Since they were skintight she had to do a bit of shimmying to get them down.  She saw Rafe’s eyes roaming her hips and thighs as she moved.  He didn’t look disgusted by her jiggly legs.  No, he looked hungry.

Once she had stepped out of her pants Rafe said, “Back on me gorgeous.”

He pulled her back into position facing him on his lap and gave over to the heat of his hands roaming her bare thighs and ass. Squeezing handfuls of flesh, massaging, and petting as he went.  Chloe could feel his straining erection directly under her now without the barrier of her pants.  She wanted to grind herself on him to completion like some teenager dry humping in her bedroom.

“Will you lie over my lap Chloe? I want to see this ass up close. I want to use my hand to pinken your cheeks. Will you let me?” Rafe asked, never stopping his exploration of her curves.

Honestly Chloe felt she was having an out of body experience.  These kinds of things didn’t happen to her.  Quick tumbles in the dark sure, but a man that was intent on worshipping every inch?  That could get her burning hot with just a few swats on her legs?  She totally wanted to see where this was going.

“Yes, I can do that,” she whispered back to him.

Rafe helped her slide her legs to one side and maneuver herself so her bottom was over his legs.  Her head resting on the couch cushion until Rafe tucked a pillow under her head.

“Arms above your head Chloe, if what I’m doing hurts or doesn’t feel good just say stop, but don’t put your hands back to cover. I don’t want them to get caught or hurt.”

Chloe nodded into the pillow and closed her eyes as Rafe started massaging her bottom.  One cheek, then moving to the next.  Kneading and squeezing each one, tugging them apart at one point and Chloe felt a pull at her asshole that felt naughty but oh so good.

“Beautiful, look at that perfect little asshole. Someday you’ll let me have that, won’t you baby? You know I’ll make it good for you. I’ll have you screaming my name in pleasure and begging me to fuck you,” Rafe growled.

He continued kneading and stretching her cheeks apart.  Grabbing handfuls of flesh and squeezing.

Rafe watched as Chloe started to relax into the pillow, as he felt the tension start to leave her limbs, he pulled up his hand and brought it down flat on the apple of her ass cheek.  The snap had Chloe jumping from the shock, but not moving away from it.  Rafe watched the undulation of her ass then he rubbed at the hot spot his hand had made.

“Chloe, may I pull down your panties?” Rafe asked, still massaging the sting away.

Chloe again nodded, she was processing the sensations of that spank.  It hurt, sort of. More of a sting, then a hot burn followed, that had her clit tingling.  She wanted to wiggle to ease that ache.  Chloe felt her panties being pulled slowly down to her mid thigh.

“Look at all this beautiful skin, it’s like a buffet laid out just for me,” Rafe cooed.

Another moment passed, then Rafe brought down his hand on first one cheek then the next.  Hitting just hard enough that he watched the skin ripple and jiggle from the motion.  Two perfect pink hand prints appeared on her cheeks.  Rafe’s cock swelled bigger, pushing up against Chloe’s belly.  No way could she deny this was turning him on.

“Still good Chloe?” Rafe asked.

“Yes, it’s sharp but good,” she said into her pillow, slightly out of breath.

“That’s what I like to hear baby girl,” Rafe said, then rained down swat after swat, alternating cheek to cheek, never hitting the same spot twice in a row.  He moved some swats down to the crease of her ass, some stinging the back of her thighs.

Chloe kept thinking to tell him to stop, but each time she went to open her mouth, her clit would shut her up.  She was writhing on Rafe’s lap, trying to push her aching cunt against his cock and leg.  She was wet, dripping from the heat and sting of her ass getting spanked over and over.  She would catch her breath in between swats when Rafe would rub at the burning heat of her skin.  Trying to decide if she wanted to continue, she never got to an answer before the spanking would continue.

Rafe stopped, breathing heavy, and enjoyed the view.  Two large luscious orbs, pink and red from his hand, slightly mottled from the impacts.  Glowing from the heat of his swats, he fucking loved that.  Loved seeing the change in the skin, the tightness in the texture, the slight swelling against his hands.  It did something for him that nothing else could replicate.

He didn’t care if it made him a twisted fucker, he just knew that he would find the perfect person who wanted this as much as he did.  The woman lying across his lap, rubbing her pussy against the hardness of his leg could be just that girl.  He hoped so, more than anything he wanted this, a woman to worship, to spank and to pleasure.  A sweet beauty that would get dirty just for him.