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Hope Ford
Forever
An Alpha Older Man, Younger BBW, Steamy Sweet Romance
Carrie
I was raised by my Uncle… who is trying to sell my virginity to the highest bidders. He doesn’t let me work or have any friends.
My only escape is when he lets me go to the gym. He wants me to lose some weight, so he can make some more money. Little does he know, I’m taking self defense classes so I can protect myself.
But my Self Defense instructor ends up teaching me more than just self defense.
Derek
I got volunteered to teach a self defense class. I end up falling for the woman with secrets. She won’t open up to me. She’s hiding something… but all I want to do is protect her. And make her mine, forever.
#1 bestselling short romance author Hope Ford writes short, steamy, sweet romances. There is always an alpha male (because who doesn’t love an alpha male) and a woman he makes his queen. Sit back, grab a glass of wine, and get lost in this happily ever after story – that’s also a little naughty.
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Chapter 1
Carrie
I walk into the gym and slowly make my way to the self defense class. I try not to draw attention to myself, but it’s hard not to do when you are the biggest woman in the building. Not that I am huge or anything. A size fourteen. But the women here are like a size zero. Is there even such a thing as a size zero?
I’ve been coming here to the gym three times a week for the last three weeks. My Uncle thinks he is making me come here to lose weight. And that’s exactly what I want him to think. But I’m coming here for the self-defense classes. He drops me off at the front door and picks me up exactly one hour later. My Uncle, Jake, has been taking care of me since I was twelve years old; when my Mom and Dad died in a car accident. I am now eighteen and graduated high school last month. Jake has always been distant to me, but I can tell something has changed with him recently. He’s drinking all the time and he has been hanging out with some shady people lately.
Three weeks ago, one day before I joined the gym, some of his thug friends were at the house and I overheard them talking to my uncle. They told him, “she is a little on the heavy side, but if you guarantee she is a virgin, you can get a pretty penny for her. More if she loses weight.” My Uncle answered them, but it was muffled, and I couldn’t hear his response. But I didn’t have to. Ever since then, my Uncle has been unable to look me in the eye. I can see the guilt in his face.
Since that day, I have been walking on eggshells, always looking over my shoulder. I can’t believe that my Uncle is trying to sell me; or sell my virginity anyway. I have no way to run. He has never allowed me to get my driver’s license. I don’t have a job, and I don’t have any money. He never even lets me out of the house on my own. I tried talking to him once about getting a job and he flipped out on me. It was the first time I have ever seen this side of him. He went into a rage. He didn’t hit me, but I could tell he was close. Since then I have tried not to get on his bad side. I never understood why he didn’t want me to work and be able to take care of myself. Now I know. He wants to make money off of me, so he can take care of himself.
I figure my first step is to figure out how to get out of the house. Jake has always been on me to lose weight. I know this is a perfect opportunity for me. I told him I would like to go to the gym to try and lose some weight. He was beyond excited about it, signing me up the same day. I picked out a gym that has self defense classes and have been going ever since.
The classes have been a savior to me. Even though I’m only three weeks in, I can already feel a difference. I am less scared now… and more pissed. I am more confident. The ladies in the class and the instructor have been great. They have made me feel more than welcome.
The instructor, Bonnie, stopped me one night as I was leaving.
“You ok, Carrie?”
“Yes, I’m good. That was a great class.”
“Thanks, you are doing great! I know everyone joins for a reason and you are not comfortable telling me yours, but I want you to know I’m here and will help you any way I can.”
“Thanks, Bonnie. You are already helping me more than you know.” That night was the first time I felt that I had someone on my side. It was a good feeling.
Smiling at the memory, I’m bent over getting a water bottle out of my bag when a hush spreads through the room. I feel the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. I raise to my feet and look toward the door. Damn… I don’t know if I said it out loud or not, but I am assuming so, with all the glances and chuckles I am getting from the women around me. I know my face is red; but I can’t take my eyes off him.
The most beautiful man I have ever laid eyes on just walked in the door. He has short brown hair and big blue eyes. He is built. Not huge, but fit. His chest is wide, and arms are chorded with muscles and covered in tattoos. He has on black gym shorts and a white sleeveless shirt. It’s the kind of shirt that gapes on the sides and I have a perfect view of his tight abs under his shirt. My hands are sweating, itching to slide through the sleeve of his shirt and press into his tight muscled chest. He glances around the room and stops on me. I feel his perusal slide down my body and I clench my legs together, overcome by the tightening I feel low in my belly. He smirks at me, like he knows the effect he has on me and I force myself to look away from him. I don’t have any experience with men and I’ve never had these feelings before. It’s kind of scary… and a little exciting too.
Derek
I’ve been dreading this class all day. My friend, Eric, is overseas in the service. He called me today and asked for a favor. I couldn’t really tell him no. He has saved my butt more than once. He told me his wife fell and hurt her ankle, could I fill in for her and teach her self-defense classes. I wanted to tell him no, I didn’t have time, but that would have been a lie. I own a security firm, and although I use to be more active in the field, I now have numerous employees and I work mainly in the office. And no matter how much I don’t want to do it, I can’t tell Eric no. I promised him I would look out for his wife while he was gone, so I agreed to do it.
So here I am. Standing before a room full of women willing my dick to stay down. As soon as I walked into the room, I was drawn to her. She’s a small thing, small compared to me anyway. However, she’s got curves in all the right places. She has tight pants and a fitted t shirt showing off her big, luscious ass and more than a handful breasts. Her long brown hair is up in a ponytail and her eyes are wide looking back at me. I see the innocence in her face.
I continue my perusal and my dick twitches in my shorts. I can imagine myself grabbing onto her wide hips and pulling her into me. I pull my eyes away from her before I embar
rass myself. I don’t think I would be able to hide an erection in my shorts from the ladies in this room.
I address the room by telling them about Bonnie’s injury. After assuring everyone she is fine, I introduce myself as Derek and a good friend of Bonnie and her husband, Eric. I explain that I’m going to be teaching the class until Bonnie is better. The ladies in the room seem pleased to have me as their instructor. We start the class by doing stretches. Once everyone is limber, we move onto different defensive stances. I want to demonstrate how to break from a hold and ask for volunteers. A number of women’s hands shoot up, but I point to the woman that I have been locked in on since I walked into the room. Pointing at her, “you, in the pink top, can you come up?”
Her face flushes heavily and she slowly walks to me. She stops right in front of me. “What’s your name?”
“Carrie.”
“Ok. Carrie, can you help me demonstrate please?”
“O-k.”
“I’m going to grab onto you and I want you to show me what you would do if this was a real situation.” Turning to the room, “Remember ladies, it’s important to aim for the parts of the body where you can do the most damage easily: the eyes, nose, ears, neck, groin and legs.”
I walk up behind Carrie and I can’t help but lean into her. Her smell fills my nostrils, the scent of vanilla and honeysuckle drawing me in. I grab onto her shoulders and she is tense under my hands. “Show me what you would do, Carrie.”
She surprises me by stomping on my foot and swinging her arm backwards with her hand in a fist. I can tell she is trying not to be too rough because when she swings her fist backwards, she barely grazes my dick. I jerk away from her. The feel of her touching me makes my dick go instantly hard. “Great job, Carrie…. Do you see what she did there? She stomped my foot and then swung to hit the groin area. Thanks for being gentle, I wasn’t prepared for that. Obviously, you all are more advanced than I thought.” This brings some chuckles from the room. I explain some other variations of defense to this grab and have the room pair up to practice on one another. Since there is an uneven number of ladies, I tell Carrie that I will be her partner.
We practice a little more. My dick is so hard pressing against my thigh. Being this close to her is not good for me. The tight, fitted t shirt she has on hugs her breasts. Her huge nipples are pebbled and jutting against her shirt. Her breaths are coming out in little pants and the scent of her arousal is filling my nostrils. I wish we were alone, because I would bend her over right now and make her mine. Fill her with my ten-inch dick and pound into her until she is screaming my name. The feel of her against me overcomes me and I know I have to put some distance from her before I embarrass myself… and her.
I look around the class and the group of women are all working on their holds. I ask Carrie, “How old are you?”
“Eighteen.” She lowers her eyes to the ground. Her innocence is apparent. I can tell she is not understanding everything that is happening to her body right now.
“Eighteen.” I repeat to her. She’s young… probably too young for me. I’m thirty-five and know I should stay away from her. She’s way too innocent for me. If she only knew what I am thinking about doing to her right now.
I break up the class and let her go back and join the other ladies. Once the class is over, Carrie practically runs from the room. I thought about stopping her, but she really is too young and too innocent for me. I have to get her out of my head.
Which is easier said than done. When I get home, I sit on the couch and my dick is still hard from my brush up against Carrie. I swear I can still smell her, like her scent is permanently on me. I want to go back to her and push my dick into her sweet, innocent pussy. I moan as I pull my cock out and stroke it with my hand. I imagine her tight pussy wrapped around me, sliding up and down my rock solid girth. I know for her first time, she deserves something gentle, but I don’t know if I would be able to hold back. I wanted to pounce on her at the gym and was barely able to hang on. I stroke my length and come very quickly, groaning her name. I jump into the shower and turn it to cold. Even jacking off couldn’t calm me down. I don’t think anything will until I am deep inside her tight, virgin pussy.
Chapter 2
Carrie
I ran out of class and jumped into my uncle’s car. The car ride home was silent, which was fine, because I didn’t want to talk anyway. I couldn’t stop thinking about Derek. I felt him looking at me all through class and honestly, I had trouble keeping my eyes off him. He’s older than me, I know. But I don’t care. I want him. I’ve never felt like this before, and I am a little scared that I may never feel it again. With whatever my uncle is planning, I can’t help but worry what my future holds.
When I got home, I went straight to my bedroom. I have started sleeping with a chair jammed against my door, in case my uncle’s friends decide to show up to get me. The not knowing is killing me; almost making me crazy. I have started applying for work from home jobs, anything to have some income coming in. Anything to help me get out of here.
I show up for class early two days later. I’m excited to see Derek. I hate that Bonnie is hurt, but I am glad to get to see Derek again. When I get there, Derek is the only one in the workout room. I feel my face flush as I make eye contact with him. We tell each other hello and he walks over to where I’m standing in the corner of the room.
He’s looking at me like he could eat me alive. His nostrils are flared and he’s standing close to me like he’s breathing me in. “Hey, Carrie.”
“Hey, Derek.” I smile up at him. I don’t even know how to be a tease or play hard to get. My smile shows on my whole face. I’ve been looking forward to seeing him tonight. He brushes a stray hair away from my face and tucks it behind my ear. He keeps his hand on my shoulder while we talk. He updates me on Bonnie and how she’s doing. We talk about his security firm. He asks me why I am taking self defense classes and I debate telling him all of it, everything that is happening with my uncle and his friends, but I decide not to. We’ve only just met, and I don’t want to get him involved. When other ladies start walking into the room, he tells me we will talk later, and kisses my hand he has been holding.
We spend the next two weeks getting to know each other in class. It’s no longer a question, he always has me partner up with him. He asks me out almost every time I see him, and I keep putting him off. He touches me every chance he gets; holds my hand, rubs my back, kisses my temple. Every touch is like a fire ignites against my skin. I know that my uncle would never allow me to go on a date, he would make me quit coming to the gym if he even thought I was talking to a guy. Derek always tries to walk me out, but I always stop him and tell him I’m fine. Tonight, as class is over, another woman stops him from leaving and I can’t help but be sick with jealousy. This is the same woman that always hits on him, but he always keeps it low key and walks away from her. Since I have no real reason to stay, I walk out of the room and head to the front door. As I’m walking, a man with a towel around his neck approaches me and says, “I’ve seen you here before. How would you like to workout together sometime?” I thank him but tell him no and start to walk away. He gets beside me and and starts following me out the door. I stop, because I know my uncle will lose it if he sees me walking with a man. “Sir, I’m not interested. Please let me by.”
He grabs onto my arm to hold onto me and pulls me into him. “Come on, we could be great partners.”
“No….” As if it’s a reflex, I instantly lift my arm and elbow the man in the face, then raise my knee to his groin. The man is bent over, stunned. He raises with a fist raised, “You bitch….”
Before he gets another word out, Derek is standing between us. He turns to the enraged man and says, “you don’t ever touch her again. Do you understand.” He grabs both the mans fists and just holds them there, stopping the punch. Derek has rage in his eyes and the pulsating vein in his neck is going wild.
“Sure, buddy. I didn’t know she was taken.”
“Well, she is. Walk away. Walk away now.” The man walks away from us and I tell Derek thanks. I am a mess right now, because I know I need to go. I need to get outside before my Uncle comes looking for me. I tell Derek I have to go and he tells me he is going to walk me out. I snap at him, “No. No, Derek. I’m fine. You can’t walk me out.”
He looks at me suspiciously and asks why not. I tell him to just trust me, I’m fine. But I have to go. He doesn’t like it but lets me leave. I walk out to the car and my uncle Jake is standing outside the car waiting on me. He opens the car door for me and ushers me in. I apologize to him and tell him I lost track of time. He seems to believe me and starts talking about how he can tell I’ve started losing weight and that I have just another twenty or so pounds to go. He’s pleased because its coming off quicker than he thought. I should be focused on what he is saying, but instead I am looking at the doorway to the gym where Derek is standing watching me through the car window. I see the hurt on his face. I can only imagine what he is thinking. I wish I had told him what is going on. Maybe next time. If he will even talk to me next time.
Derek
I swear I thought she was innocent. But now I don’t know how I was so wrong about her. We have obviously hit it off. She’s turned on by me and I know she wants me. She’s become more comfortable around me, touching my arm, my hair and my shoulder sometimes when she talks to me. I have done my best not to pressure her, but I know I am at a breaking point. Tonight, though. Tonight she broke me. I had no idea she had another man in her life. I shake off this feeling, because I will have to figure it out later. I promised Eric I would go and check on Bonnie after class tonight.
I walk into their house and she is sitting on the couch with her leg propped up on the coffee table. I brought us Chinese to eat for dinner. We talk about her ankle, how she’s feeling and about the class. She thanks me repeatedly for helping her out and I tell her, honestly, it hasn’t been that bad.