Page 20 of Rejected Plus-Size Mate

I can’t lose her. I can’t let it happen.

I grab her hand and turn towards the door, striding out of there without looking back. I know I just lost it in front of half the pack and this is exactly the kind of shit I shouldn’t be doing, but I can’t help it.

She’s mine. She is the one thing in this world that is completely mine, and I won’t lose her!

“Kyle!” Leslie cries as I stop at the truck to open the door for her. “Will you stop?”

“Get in the truck,” I mutter.

With an exasperated look, she does. I slam the door, then get in the driver’s seat and thrash the engine a bit as I pull out onto the street.

Leslie has her arms folded against her chest and is glaring out the window. I expected her to scream at me, so I’m a bit surprised when she stays quiet the whole way home.

When I pull into the driveway, Leslie gets out and hurries to the front door, waiting for me to open it. She slams her way into the house and stomps away from me.

“Hey, where do you think you’re going? We need to talk.”

“Oh, do we?” she says, turning around. “What exactly would you like to talk about?”

“Don’t fuck me about like this,” I mutter. “You know exactly what I’m talking about.”

“I think you said everything there is to say,” she scoffs. “In front of the entire bar, half the pack, and my friends.”

“I’m not having other guys sniffing around you!” I roar, losing my shit. I take two steps towards her, and our faces are almost touching. Leslie keeps staring at me, her big gray eyes completely unmoved by my outburst.

She tilts her head, and her lip trembles. Her eyes shimmer, and I suddenly get the feeling she’s going to say something truly devastating.

No. No, I can’t. Not again!

“Wait,” I whisper. “Did you… like him? Did you like that guy?”

“So what if I did?” she says flippantly. “This is a sham marriage. I can do whatever I want.”

Her words seem to echo through my soul. I’m paralyzed, as though someone just poured concrete over me. Suddenly, all I can hear is my own harsh breathing.

Our faces are still very close together. Her scent is rising from her warm skin, wafting straight into my face, filling my nostrils. It’s sweet and thick, filling me with anticipation. Just like a sweet, tart apple pie cooling on the bench, waiting to be devoured.

Something cracks inside me. I feel it, a huge fracture that cuts through my heart and soul. Before I know what I’m doing, I’ve grabbed hold of her arms and pulled her close until our bodies are almost touching.

Leslie tilts her head, her lips very close to mine. Her sweet breath blows across my face, and it tastes like chocolate and cream.

I’m not even aware of making a move—her lips are just suddenly touching mine. Both of us moan at the same time, and my body shudders as the sensation shocks me through to my bones.

Leslie’s hands wrap around my waist, and she writhes against me. Our mouths are locked together, hot lips sliding and tongues tangling together. My hands slide down her back, and I grab her big, beautiful ass cheeks and squeeze them hard.

She gasps and jumps in my arms, grinding her hips into me. Her head falls back, and she laughs before she grabs my shoulders and kisses me again.

I’ve missed this. Oh my God, I’ve missed this so much.

I didn’t realize how incomplete I felt without her. I had been shut down for so long, holding myself back from any real emotion, it now feels like I’m being crippled by it.

I run my hands up her back, caressing her waist, wrapping my arms around her, and pressing her soft body against mine. I want to touch every single inch of her lovely, silky-soft skin. I want to fill my mouth with her huge tits and feast on them.

I want to worship you. Oh, God, Leslie.

My arms tighten around her, and I kiss her even more deeply. She welcomes my tongue into her mouth, giggling around our kiss as she digs her fingers into my waist to writhe against me. My cock is so hard, I feel like I’m going to tear right through my zipper.

When I feel her hands drop to my waistband, though, I feel a moment of doubt. My body begs me to ignore it, but I can’t.

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