Ain't Settling: A BBW Romance Read online

  She daydreamed about her next meeting with Jensen. What would he say to her? The way he looked at her with those soulful eyes left her to wonder if there was something else, something deeper that he saw in her. Most people didn’t see anything but a bookworm. But this look, it was different, deeper.

  She must have lost track of time because she found herself on the edge of the west field, at least 45 minutes away in her current pace. She was just about to turn around when she saw Jensen in the distance. He was talking to a couple of ranch hands, a small herd of cattle standing a few hundred yards away from them. She could place him anywhere by his build. Even in that wide-brimmed cowboy hat, she knew it was him. Her heart quickened as she watched him, observed him in a position of authority. She couldn’t hear what they were saying, they were too far away, but she could tell that he was commanding. His body language said it. She wondered in what other aspects he could be so authoritative. She started to imagine it, her cheeks flush with the prospect of Jensen using his authority in the bedroom.

  Holly lingered a bit too long, because one of the ranch hands pointed over to her and then set his horse in her direction. She knew better than to run, so she waited patiently, fidgeting with her pony tail that was just under her own ball cap. Her breath caught in her throat when she saw that the grizzly old man who was approaching had a rifle sitting in lap. Perhaps Jensen had not recognized her.

  The man appraised her, his face rapidly changing from one of anger to annoyance, “Hey, what the hell are you doing out here on Lake Haven lands? This ain’t no park trail girly, you need to get back to where you came from. And now,” He pointed in, she was guessing, the direction of the nearby state reserve.

  “Excuse me?” She asked, a bit confused.

  “You heard me. Get.”

  “But,”

  “Look little missy, I done told you to leave, if you don’t go and soon, I am going to have to use this,” He said gruffly, gesturing to his gun, “I ain’t going to wait all day. Go.”

  His ire was riled and she could tell that he was very serious. Rather than kindly explain, however, she thought that she had better explain who she was as fast as she possibly could. But she was irritated.

  “I most certainly will not have a gun pointed at me on my aunt’s land,” She said haughtily and as if, on cue, Jensen came up right behind the man and looked over the situation.

  “What is going on here?” Jensen asked in a harsh, no-nonsense tone. She jumped in her saddle but Lucy remained steadfast. She had picked the right horse.

  “This one thinks she can come onto the land, claiming she is Sheryl’s niece. I told her the trail was back that way, but she ain’t leaving.”

  “That, Randy, is because she is Holly Sidwell, Sheryl Sidwell’s niece. She has every right to be here, though why she would be riding out this far alone sure beats me. Go back to the herd, I will escort this stray back to the farm house,” Jensen ordered.

  Randy huffed and then turned his horse around, riding back to the herd. Holly let out a sigh of relief and then smiled, “Thanks, I think I can handle it from here.”

  “Oh no you don’t, Ms. Sidwell. You aren’t going back alone. I wasn’t kidding when I said you shouldn’t be out here alone. It isn’t safe,” Jensen grabbed her reins before she could protest and started the horses back down the trail towards home at a gentle trot.

  “I am more than capable of taking myself home, I will have you know. I have been riding since I was a kid,” She sounded a little petulant, she knew. But everyone seemed to assume that she was incapable. She wasn’t sure if it was due to her size or her gender, but either way it was getting old. She left her job behind for two weeks to get away from it, not to run head on into it.

  “You may have, but are you aware that we have had a series of thefts from the ranch, cattle gone missing, sheep stolen? I don’t want you going anywhere out here alone,” His voice softened a little when he said alone, like he was actually personally worried about her.

  She fell silent for a moment, not aware of all the dangers that were lurking around the ranch. Aunt Sheryl never said anything about such dangers in all the phone conversations they had over the past few years. She only knew what she remembered of the ranch. After a while, when they were closer to the stables, she couldn’t help herself, she had to know.

  “Why would they target Aunt Sheryl’s farm? I mean, we never had those problems growing up,” She asked aloud.

  “She probably had some back then, but not like she does now. It is the flipside of success. It attracts more of the seedy type,” Jensen explain, his voice sticking. He seemed upset, angry, like it was just bubbling below the surface.

  Finally, they reached the stables. He hopped down outside, and then helped her down, his strong arms around her waist as he pulled her down. He was a little rougher with her than she had anticipated and she cried out as he pulled her down onto the ground, right there, at the back entrance to the stables.

  “What is that about?” She asked, rubbing her hips. He had gripped her hard.

  Jensen pulled off his hat and ran his hand through his hair, then put the hat back on and moved the two horses inside, ignoring her question. She followed him, waiting for an answer. He put them in adjacent stalls and went to work, taking off his horse’s saddle and blanket and then grabbed a curry brush. When he was finished with his own horse he threw down the brush and looked at her hard. She never imagined that he was capable of that kind of passion.

  “Dammit, Holly. You could have been hurt, or you could have been assaulted. Why didn’t you think before getting on your horse? I don’t want you going out there alone. You don’t know what could happen. You need to think about more than yourself.”

  “Who the hell do you think you are to yell at me? I don’t even know you. You are my aunt’s foreman, not my boss.”

  “I do know you Holly. I know all about you. I worked here on the farm when you used to come in your teens and I remember you. You broke your wrist when you were twelve because you wanted to ride Shadow, even though your aunts told you he was too intense. You did it anyways and you were lucky you only broke your wrist. You love to swim in the pond. You graduated cum laude. Your just as beautiful as you are smart and brave,” He paused before he continued in his tirade, “Your Aunt talks about you all the time, Holly. You are like her daughter. She tells me about your job, about how you did in school. She never stops talking about you and your sister. You are all she has left. Could you at least be respectful of that, even if you don’t think I know you?”

  Jensen’s chest was heaving as he loomed over her. He called her beautiful. Her. Beautiful. He remembered her even though she never remembered seeing him. He also knew every story her Aunt had ever told and he thought she was beautiful. And he was worried about her.

  She just stood there, looking every bit a fool. She didn’t know what to say. Jensen grabbed ahold of her and pulled her into him, his angry lips swooping down onto hers, taking her with him. His kiss was intense and rough, his lips firm against hers, taking what he wanted. She was lost in him. Lost in his touch, his grasp firm as he assaulted her mouth. She kissed him back with that same strong passion, holding her own and before she knew it they were kissing again and again, his tongue invading her mouth, exploring her.

  He pulled apart from her and looked into her eyes, “My place. Now.”

  “What about Lucy?” She asked. Her horse hadn’t been taken care of.

  “Don’t worry about it. I will have Jimmy take care of it.”

  She didn’t know who Jimmy was, probably another ranch hand but she was glad that he was around. On the way out of the stables Jensen hollered for him and told him to take care of her horse. He was a young kid, probably in his mid-to-late teens, and he nodded enthusiastically at the boss and then went to work.

  Jensen led her out to a small cabin, the foreman’s house. It wasn’t much, just a couple of rooms and a small porch, but it seemed like the ultimate retreat for the two of them,
right there in that moment. Jensen pulled her into his small home, his arms circling around her as soon as they were in his cabin. He held her there for a moment while she took in her surroundings.

  It was beautiful, simple, completely made of logged wood. Sparse but neat. Exactly what she would have imagined for a man of his type. Holly remembered that his arms were wrapped tightly around her and looked up to see Jensen’s intense stare.

  “Headstrong and fiery. That is how I remember you,” Jensen whispered before dipping down and kissing her again, his lips taking ahold of hers and carrying her away.

  She used to be those things, and sometimes they showed, even now, but her job, her life, she felt, had worn her down. Jensen looked at her with new eyes and saw her. Just her. Part of her felt like this had to be a joke. A dare. Convince the fat girl to have sex, get your fun. Well, whatever it was, she wanted to feel him, to know him. Even if it was only temporary.

  Holly surrendered herself to him. Her breath mingled with his as they stood, only inches apart from each other; their mouths broken apart but so close that she could feel the soft ripple of the skin on her own lips. She breathed him in, the musky scent of man arousing her, sending a trickle of juice between her supple petals. Everything about him was pushing her deeper under his spell.

  “I want you, Holly. I want to have you, consume you,” Jensen growled between ragged breaths.

  His primal hunger sent chills up her body, both scaring and exciting the voluptuous woman. Before she knew what was happening the strong man picked her up like she weighed nothing at all and carried her down the small hallway to the first room, his bedroom. She could feel his grip on her ass, the way his hands cupped it and held her up. He was strong and rugged, like she had always dreamed about, a man who could hold her and carry her and didn’t even grunt at her size.

  “Do you want me to fill you, Holly?” He asked as he laid her down on his bed, his hands immediately moving to her jeans, unbuttoning them and slipping them off.

  She nodded and bit her lip, looking at him through her thick lashes. Her panties were soaked with anticipation of him, surely he could see just how much she wanted him. She needed him to take her, possess her. It was all that filled her mind in that moment as she lifted her hips so that he could pull her pants off. He left her panties on, the stain of her want obvious as he looked over her.

  “You look delicious,” He said and for the first time she felt it.

  Jensen hung his hat on the bedpost and then pulled his shirt off and quickly stripped out of his pants. He was naked before her, exposed. His hard cock was lean and long against his belly, the handsome curve giving Holly a full view of his total length. And his girth. Before he moved towards her he reached into his nightstand drawer and pulled out a little foil package, unwrapping it and sliding a condom over his aroused manhood.

  He bent down over her, his face mere inches from the apex between her thighs. He breathed her in as he bent down to kiss her over her panties, the soaked fabric meeting his lips.

  With his first touch Holly bucked into him, her molten hot body grinding into his face. He slid down her panties off her body and opened her legs wide so that he could better access her. The thrill of the anticipation of his touch left her dripping, so that when he finally did bring his mouth down on her little nub she could barely stand the thrill of his touch. It didn’t take her long with him lapping away at her before she climaxed, moaning as she came into his face. He held on for the ride, his mouth moving with her writhing body, a silent promise that this was the first of many to come.

  He crawled up and over her body, smiling, her juices still lingering on his face as he bent down to her ear and whispered, “Your cum tastes so good.”

  He dipped into her, just a little bit, testing her as he kissed her neck, “I have wanted to touch you, kiss you, for so long. Those fleeting moments of seeing you and wanting to take you into my arms, can you imagine how that feels?”

  She wished she could remember him, tell him that she wanted him too, but all that mattered was that he was here now, touching her, kissing her. Passion overtook her as she kissed him, pressing her body against his. She suddenly couldn’t get close enough to him, she needed to be closer somehow, had to share the same space.

  She panted in ragged breaths, crying out for him as he delved into her, his thick cock hitting her in all the right places. She loved the way he touched her, filled her. His passion bubbled over into her as he rocked in and out of her, the rhythm of his need apparent as his pace quickened, and he glided upward in a swift, full, motion.

  Holly bucked against him, her body moving against his, increasing the sensations that shot up and then trickled down her body. She let out little breaths as Jensen reached around her body and lifted her up by the cheeks of her ass, driving his hard staff further into her tight little pussy. Sweat was rolling down his body as he barreled into her, thrusting and groaning.

  Holly was taken by surprised when he grabbed her and turned their bodies so that he was the one laying down and she was sitting atop his muscular body. He was strong, to be able to flip any woman like that, and she ran her hands over the bulging muscles of his arm as she started rocking on top of his thighs, his dick hitting her even deeper.

  She rode him hard, bouncing and rocking in a fury as he grabbed her hips and helped her, staring up into her eyes, “That’s it, baby. Ride me hard.”

  His silky voice sent her over the edge, her body shuttering and shaking with the undulation that was occurring inside, each buck only increasing her pleasure as she refused to stop moving, trying to bring him to orgasm.

  She was just on the edge of her third climax, the thick of his dick hitting hard right up against her cervix when he began to tremble. Each limb moved independently, the spams lasting only for a moment, then erupting in full-on shaking as he erupted inside of her. She rode the wave with him and griped tightly as she orgasmed, her back arching as her pussy squeezed and tightened around him. When the feeling of ecstasy finally left her she collapsed atop him, panting and reeling as he pulled her into an embrace.

  They laid like that for hours, listening to one another breathing, not talking as he held tightly onto her. What was it about him that pulled her in, she couldn’t quite make out, but she was glad that she was there. Finally, around 6:00 P.M. she sat up and looked down at him.

  “I need to get back to the house and help Aunt Sheryl with dinner.”

  “Sure, I will be there around seven,” Jensen pulled her back down onto him and gave her a deep, long kiss before letting her back up.

  She dressed quickly, pulling her clothing on and straightening up as she rushed out of his room. She didn’t know if anyone had heard their tryst and she really didn’t care. She was an adult woman who made her own decisions, no longer the little fifteen year old girl who needed to be tailed by the ranch hands to make sure that she was safe.

  Throwing her hair up into a ponytail, Holly set her sights on the farmhouse and strode towards it with a new confidence. She felt desirable, wanted and a little less beaten down by the world.

  She heard her aunt’s familiar humming as she entered through the mudroom, taking her boots off and checking herself in the mirror. No trace of lovemaking was on her face or her clothing and she was sure that she had not been missed, so she entered the kitchen and went straight to the stove. There was a pot of potatoes that needed to be checked and a bit of gravy simmering so she went right to work.

  “How was your afternoon, dear?” Aunt Sheryl asked, smiling at her niece.

  “Pretty eventful. I got to see your ranchers in action,” She answered, tasting the gravy and then adding a dash of salt.

  “Oh, and how were they? Hard at work?”

  “They knew what they were doing,” She replied. Jensen certainly did know what he was doing.

  This was going to be an interesting couple of weeks.

  Veronica Hardy spends her time chasing groundhogs away from her garden and kayaking.

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