Page 90 of Bodybuilders for the BBW

He saw it. We all did. A girl like Katie, she wasn’t going to put up with this kind of crap infinitely, and I didn’t want her to have to.

“OK, let’s go. Bronson, bud, you’re riding with the fellas and I…” Rhys walked over to the front door and opened it with a flourish. “Am going to pick up our girl.”

“Meet her at her door,” I instructed.

“And tell her she looks pretty… no, beautiful,” Garrett said.

“Won’t be able to stop myself.”

We walked out, Bronson following on his lead, tail held high, and that started the bloody dog barking next door. An angry shout from the new neighbour shut the bloody mutt up for a second, but the damage was done. Bronson yanked on the lead, dragging Garrett over to his car. Looks like we were going in his sedan tonight. We all scrambled inside and Garrett turned the key in the ignition.

“Ready?”

I was never more ready for anything in my life.

Rhys had founda nice little pub in the hills. The menu passed Garrett’s stringent inspection and when he rang up, they allowed dogs in the beer garden out the back. The night was cool without being cold and Garrett and I sat at a table, a beer for me, a bottle of cider for him, and a glass of wine and a rum and Coke sitting there, waiting for Katie to arrive.

Bronson let us know when.

He scrambled to his feet, straining against his lead, forcing me to grab it lest he rush up to Katie. I understood why.

“What the hell is she wearing?” I barely breathed that out, standing up without thinking, and Garrett did the same. “That dress…”

Like some kind of angel, she floated up the path to the pub on Rhys’ arm. The skirt swirled around her legs, flowing over those damn hips my hands had memorised, and then there was that plunging neckline. I was hard as a rock and standing there, almost about to start whining pitifully like Bronson was.

“I see it.”

“The way it…” My hands moved vaguely through the air. “And her curves…”

“I know.”

His choked off reply had me glancing at him momentarily, but my eyes were always going to be dragged back to Katie. That little smile as she approached. It was everything. I gave Bronson his head, letting him drag me closer, uttering a quick command when he went to jump up on her.

“Well, look at you.” She bent down to scratch behind his ears, and the dog started to wriggle his butt in excitement. “And you…”

When she looked up, my eyes locked with hers and my mouth opened, wanting to say something, anything. It was like there was all this stuff inside me, and it was all coming to a head at the same time, creating a log jam inside my head.

“You look incredible,” I mumbled out.

“Beautiful,” Garrett added.

“Stunning.”

Rhys stared at her then like he couldn’t believe his luck, having her hang off his arm. Turns out that was accurate because I was halfway towards shoving him to one side and claiming Katie for myself. Instead, I darted forward, pressing a kiss to her cheek, only for Garrett to do the same.

“Thanks.” That blush, it had me thinking of whole other things that had her cheeks colouring pink. Her hand rose, tweaking the collar of my shirt, then running it down the front of Garrett’s. “You look pretty good yourself. Smell nice too.”

“That was me.” Garrett shook his head. “I mean, I chose the colognes. I… Shit. I’m pretty sure you need to do a twirl for us, because that dress...”

“Yeah, I nearly swallowed my tongue when Katie answered the door.” Rhys looked inordinately pleased to have our girl on his arm. “The boobs, the hips, the butt…”

I was about ready to punch his teeth down his throat when I caught her flush. She looked away and then back again with a smile. That had to mean she was flattered, right?

“So should we…?”

She nodded to the table and then Garrett and I were there at her chair, fighting to pull it out for her. I won, drawing it back with a flourish. Rhys just shook his head, taking prime position at her right, and as my hands gripped the back of Katie’s chair, Garrett took the other side.

Fine.

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