Page 14 of Protective Tiger's Curvy Girl Crush

She turns around and it ends all over again at the sight of her perfect supermodel ass.

Vance says, “Toni, I want you to meet my sister Helena.”

She turns and smiles and says, “Well, I can see why he’s so hung up on you, Toni.”

Sister… Sister! My world starts right up again! I don’t know how much of it is relief about her being his sister or how much that she’s a woman who’s not hopeless. I rush to her, starting to cry again, and hold tightly to her. Then I pull back and turn red. I mean, she’s a naked woman!

She smiles and pulls me back to her. “After a few years around us, you’ll see that nakedness doesn’t mean anything unless you want it to.”

A few years. So that’s what he wants with me? Holy crap, I called him my boyfriend. We’ve never discussed that! I mean, sure, I’ve thought about it but we never made it official. What if...

“Who’s phone is this?” I don’t recognize the voice. I step back. It’s a man naked from the waist up. There are clothes in the duffel bag and the tigers are getting dressed. “That’s mine,” Vance says. He walks over and takes it and I’m just an idiot because my first thought is that it sucks that there are clothes in the duffel bag because I’d love to keep seeing him walk around naked.

He calls Company 417, which doesn’t make much sense to me since it’s at least an hour and a half away and there have to be closer places. We all walk through the forest to a clearing next to a road and there are a couple of cars and RV’s. Some of the girls finally allow themselves to hope. Some are still certain the circumstances are going to reverse.

The tigers barbecue food for everyone and that probably does more than anything else to help the women. Things move in a bit of a blur. Company 417 arrives with a number of ambulances. Police arrive, too, as well as some reporters. It’s all handled without any discussion of shifters but Vance stands close to me and tells me each firefighter and officer there is a shifter. The reporter is a shifter, too.

I look at him and say, “So we did get our super soldiers after all.” I blush about that and he kisses my forehead.

“Thank you,” a voice says. I turn and look. It’s Macy. She sounds completely different now. And she’s holding a baby!

“You saved her, too,” Macy says. I look at Vance and he just nods toward Macy, so of course I hug her, kiss her, and coo over the baby. I find out several days later that Macy has a degree in child development and she’s going to manage the orphanage where all of the rescued human babies will go. The ones that are shifters will be raised by shifter families so human parents aren’t suddenly confronted with a teenager that turns into a wolf.

As for me, I go back to my old life except it’s a life without fear now. That part is gone forever.

Um… and there are some beautiful things added to make up for what’s gone.

Chapter Eleven

Two Years Later

Toni

“Theyyyyyyy’re GREAT!!!” I say with a giggle and Vance leaps across the coffee table and tackles me to the floor. Naturally, he makes sure to do it in a way that doesn’t actually cause me any actual harm. He rolls in midair so I land softly on top of him, kicking and screaming and giggling.

And then, I shriek as he pins me to the floor with one hand and tickles me with the other.

I’m absolutely helpless. There’s nothing I can do at all but scream, flail about, and beg. The bottom line is that my man is going to take whatever he wants from me and there’s nothing that can change that. There is, quite literally, not a damned thing that I can do! There’s not a damned thing I can do at all!

And Vance is beautiful.

And Vance is brilliant.

Vance is strong.

Vance is protective.

Vance is a thousand other good qualities.

But there is one thing Vance most certainly is not. Vance is not merciful. Vance is about as far from merciful as a human being can possibly be! I don’t know why I teased him with the tiger mascot’s catchphrase. I don’t even eat sugary cereals!

But now, I’m shrieking, giggling, begging, screaming, and laughing.

And then he flips me over so I’m on my stomach and lands a really hard spank on my ass! I yelp and then giggle a little bit more. He lands another spank and then, I gasp because he yanks my pants down to the middle of my thighs.

It’s a damned good thing I’m wearing thin, stretchy pants because who the hell knows how much it would hurt if I were wearing jeans! I mean, you better believe that the jeans would end up at my thighs regardless of how much it hurt!

He lands a hard spank on my now bare ass, which lets me know my panties are tangled up in my jeans. I breathe out, “Damn it, Vance! Fuck me!”

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