Curve Effect (A BBW Box Set of Contemporary, Science Fiction and Paranormal Romances) (24 page)

Dominic stepped back, hands up in a gesture for peace.

Cruz corralled him back towards Tamsyn. "Would you tell her it’s too dangerous?"

Dominic slid low, rolled onto the empty bed and propped a pillow under his head. "How am I supposed to do that, little brother?" He picked up the remote, switched the TV on. "You must have been rolling in buzzard shit switching out that manifold and I can’t even get you to take a bath."

Cruz looked at Tamsyn, one of his dark brows raised as if seeking her opinion. She pinched a few centimeters of air between her thumb and index finger.

"A little, but I don’t mind."

"Fine." Cruz stripped his t-shirt off, wiped beneath his arms and tossed it at Dominic’s face.

Tamsyn waited until the bathroom door closed and then rapped her knuckles on the nightstand between the two beds. "Don’t you have a perimeter check or something to do?"

Dominic rolled his eyes and flipped to the next channel. Tamsyn moved to sit at the end of her bed and stared at him until he tossed the remote back onto the nightstand.

"Perimeter check, huh?"

She smiled sweetly. "Perimeter check, repack the Ranchero...count the rocks lining the drive."

He left, shaking his head and taking the laptop with him as she tiptoed to the bathroom door. Trying to ease it open without a sound, Tamsyn cracked it the first inch to find Cruz watching her from the tub. His gaze was heavy lidded, as if he was already imagining her stripped naked.

"You joining me?"

Tamsyn blushed, her boldness fleeing now that it was just the two of them again. "If I’m still girl enough for you," she joked.

His gaze wandered meaningfully to the center of the tub. She heard the surface tension of the water break and imagined his cock bobbing up -- hard and ready. "All indicators are a ‘yes.’"

He looked her up and down. "You have to take your clothes off to get wet, baby."

Tamsyn suppressed a snort. He had to know she was wet already, thinking of what the big, old tub was hiding from her view or the way he had just looked at her with his voice rumbling low in his chest like that.

She had already shed her sandals in the outer room and she slid from her jeans and panties. A week ago, she would have died at the thought of him seeing her naked, certain his attitude toward her was nothing more than an aversion to her size. Now, she wanted to feel his gaze, her flesh warm and tingling from the heat in his eyes as he watched.

Seeing his hand slide from where it gripped the rim of the tub down into the water, Tamsyn pushed the thought of him touching himself out of her head long enough to peel her top away and undo her bra. She stepped toward the tub. Cruz put just a finger out and touched it lightly against the jut of her hip so that she stopped.

His fingers traced the shallow line between her torso and thigh, down to the soft silk of her cunt hair. She looked down at the water to see his hand wrapped around his cock. Tamsyn widened her stance, just enough that he could part her labia with his fingers. Her thighs and pussy squeezed at the light touch.

"I was wrong, baby. You're soaking already."

Tamsyn nodded. She could feel how slick she was, feel the warm liquid beginning to wet her thighs as his fingers worked her clit. Her nipples were hard, feeling every tug on her clit as the sensation worked its way up her stomach.

He tugged at his cock, too. The strong hand bobbed up to swallow half the head before sinking down to the dark, wet tangle of pubic hair, pulling the skin tight along the tip and shaft. The top split pearled with pre-cum.

"You’re shaking, baby." He reached up from the water to capture her wrist. Leaning close, he rubbed his nose against the triangle of hair, kissed each thigh. "You need to sit down."

"Yes."

His stomach tensed, his cock lifted, offering her something hard and thick to sit on.

"Yes," she repeated and raised one leg. She could smell her excitement now, knew her smell from his and the dissolving bath salts he’d sprinkled at the bottom of the tub. She stepped into the water, brought her other leg in and slowly sank down towards his cock.

His hand moved between them to hold his erection steady as her cunt settled against the pearling head. Centimeter by centimeter she lowered herself, her breasts swinging towards Cruz. He captured them, sucked at the swollen tips until they were bruising a bright eggplant.

She loved that, loved the feel of him in her, loved his hands hard or soft on her body, loved the tugging pull of his lips drawing her nipple taut.

She started to rock. Little waves broke across the surface of the bathwater. Cruz leaned his head back, eyes closed, his hands massaging her breasts, squeezing them with each forward bounce of her body.

Cruz released her breasts and soaped the wash cloth up, ran it across her shoulder, down her chest. She arched back, letting her hair dip into the water as he ran the cloth over her stomach. Tamsyn leaned forward again, close enough to kiss him. Their lips met as she felt the cloth running down her back, over one butt cheek. He brought the cloth up heavy with water, rinsing the suds away. The kiss deepened, the circling of their tongues matching the hard grind of her cunt around his dick.

He dropped the cloth and knotted his wet hands in her hair. His hips lifted, thrusting. She moaned into his mouth, her hands wrapping around his shoulders as her nails pressed into his flesh. The tub, big enough a few minutes before, was now too small. He circled her waist with his arms, almost levitated from the bath as he got them out of the water and onto the floor.

He sat on the towels, she sat on him, her breasts pressed hard against his chest. She rode him, wild, clenching. Her thighs and ass muscles worked to keep her pussy constricted around him.

There was nothing civilized in the way she fucked him, moaned his named or whispered in his ear, "You’re so big, baby. So big."

"I can be bigger," he whispered back, lost in the same abandon that gripped her.

Tamsyn shivered, her mind flashing first to the selective mutation of Cruz’s hand in the restaurant parking lot back in Ajax and then his transformation on his way to Steiger’s. It had happened so fast, but with enough time that she’d seen--

She shivered again, rode him a little more desperately as her mind whirled around his suggestion. Tamsyn jerked, the idea hurling her against the wall of her first orgasm.

"Yes," she panted, craving another bone rattling climax. It was why she’d downed a 45-day bottle of Testarol in three days -- not just to be safe but to be with him totally, inseparable. "Bigger, yes. I want that."

"Slow, Tam." Cruz wrapped his hands around her hips and pressed his back against the floor. His hard grip kept her in place, except for the little circles her cunt moved in that he couldn’t -- and didn't want to -- stop.

She whimpered a little as he started to grow inside her. Not like she was hurt, more like she was a little out of her mind. She laughed, the sound crazy, hungry for more.

He was buried deep in her, all her upper body weight settled on his cock as he continued to expand and lengthen. Another whimper. Cruz groaned when she did it.

Tam looked down to where their bodies met. The dark ladder of hair that ran from the base of his cock up to his navel had thickened. More hair bristled along the top of his thighs, tickling her bottom and pussy.

She looked beyond him, to the closed bathroom door and the dressing mirror attached to its back. Just Cruz, human -- until she lifted a little off him and could see his cock. Thicker, darker, heavy veins on the surface, the center shaft swollen bigger than the head. So full inside her that he wouldn't be able to roll and thrust if she wasn't so wet.

She was secreting a slow steady flow from her urethra. She reached down, touched a finger tip to it, trailed the moisture all they way up her stomach to her nose. Viscous, clear. She took a small lick and then trailed another line down to her cunt and smeared more onto her fingers.

Cruz grabbed her hand, brought it to his mouth and started to suck on her fingers.

Oh, god. His cock and that slow sucking on her fingers made her head roll back. Her eyes closed as her climax wrapped itself around her spine and squeezed. Squeezed and kept squeezing until she collapsed forward onto him, panting and shuddering at each aftershock of pleasure rolling through her.

Cruz rolled her onto her back. Inside her, he returned to normal -- still big and as hard as the wood beneath her.

"You know I watched over you," he confessed as he kissed her throat. "Watched you in your apartment."

She nodded. She had known, even if she had not been aware of the knowing. The connection had been there, fueling her passion on the solitary nights and her revulsion at Lonnie’s sallow head dipping between her legs.

So he knew -- what she liked, what she had done to preserve and satisfy herself at the same time. Cruz growled against her ear, almost like he was catching her thoughts and shaping them into intent.

"Tam, so dirty," he murmured approval against her ear. His hands moved down to her bottom, pulled her cheeks apart as she spread her legs. "So...mine."

He cock was slick from her cunt and the slow, steady secretion that had flowed from her urethra. The flow was still there, covering her swollen labia and pooling on the surface of his cock. He pushed the head against the opening to her ass. Her pussy tightened, quivered, and a shaky moan escaped her.

She closed her eyes, threw her arms up over her face. She didn’t want to see him watching her as she lost all control. And she knew she would go wild. It was already building in her as she felt the muscles of her ass stretching to accommodate his heavy erection.

And then his thumb found her clit. Little circles. Her hips found the groove, letting him work more of his cock into her.

"Fast," she begged between short gulps of air.

When he grabbed her hips, she worked one hand down to the hard length of her clit, and began to rub as he drove in and out of her, increasing his speed with each little plea that fell from her lips.

Coming. Gushing. So much of it on her thighs and lower belly, on his. He came with her, in her, his fingertips digging deep into the flesh of her hips as the last of his climax brought his body to a deep paralysis.

Cruz relaxed, gasping. His hands dropped to the floor, palms against the wood as he stared at her half covered face and closed eyes. She opened them, looked up at him to see his expression startle.

"Tamsyn, your eyes."

She snorted. He was trying to put one over on her, unless her brain was bleeding through her eyeballs from too much pleasure.

Which was a distinct possibility.

"Tam."

She twisted -- not wanting to lose the feel of his cock slowly shrinking inside her -- until she could just see her face at the bottom of the dressing mirror. She wasn’t sure what she expected to see, but certainly it wasn’t tawny gold irises slowly bleeding back to their normal hazel.

*****

Tamsyn was asleep on the bed, curled against Cruz’s side beneath the bedspread, when Dominic returned to the cabin. Cruz nodded at the laptop.

"You get that working yourself?"

Dominic gave a nod. He left the computer on the empty bed, grabbed a clean set of clothes and headed into the bathroom. He froze, stared at the towels still on the floor and prudishly kicked them to the side.

Really, Manito.

Cruz chuckled. Tamsyn stirred. Her eyes fluttered open.

"Dom back?"

She was asleep again before he could answer.

Twenty minutes later, Dominic was out of the bathroom and on his bed, staring up at the ceiling.

"She’s seriously out," he said after a few minutes.

"Yeah." Cruz looked down at her again, stroked the side of her mouth. Her lips parted and he felt the spread of heat across his face and chest.

"You slept a lot like that, early on in your change. Think I did, too."

"But we were actually shifting," Cruz reminded him. "She’s...I don’t know what’s going on inside her. Her eyes changed..." Words fading, he glanced at the bathroom.

Cruz changed topics. "You get anything out of Beemer yet?"

"He says Sanctuary is in Nevada." Dominic looked at Cruz and gave a dry laugh. "Is that your ‘what the fuck’ face, little brother?"

"Half the state’s under satellite surveillance. You know, Nellis, Area 51?"

Dominic shook his head. "Or half of it is satellite and no-fly restricted. All ground surveillance, with no U.S. or foreign eyes in the sky."

"So they’re hiding on the enemies doorstep..."

"Or they are the enemy," Dom agreed. "He said he’d meet us in Cedar City, we give him a day and time."

"That’s way too fucking close to where we are now."

"You think they’ve tracked us?"

Cruz was biting at a nail, he stopped, glanced down at the sleeping Tamsyn, and gave a small lift to his shoulders. "Not through the laptop. But if Beemer is with this black ops, they had a starting point. Hoekstra and the garage--which means they’ve got our driver’s license pictures that they can use to compare from the digital surveillance feeds of any chain gas or grocery store, not to mention traffic cameras."