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  All Mine

  An Older Alpha, Younger BBW Romance

  (Real Men Crave Curves #1)

  Mandy Morgan

  Copyright © 2019 by Mandy Morgan. All Rights Reserved.

  No part of this publication may be reproduced or distributed transmitted in any form or by any means without the prior written permission of the author, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews.

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons or events is purely coincidental.

  This publication contains sexually explicit material. All characters are 18 years or older and all sex is consensual.

  Table of Contents

  Summary

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Epilogue

  More Books

  About the Author

  Summary

  A sweet and steamy Alpha male and BBW insta-love romance…

  Becca

  I'd given up on men and their perversions. All I wanted to do was get away and start fresh. Until I met a handsome mountain of a man.

  Ryan offers to help me and I don't really have any other choice. But will he be different from other men and give me a reason to trust again?

  Ryan

  I wanted her from the moment I first saw those delicious curves and big brown eyes.

  Now, all I have to do is convince Becca to let me help by showing her I'm a good guy.

  And that she's all mine from here on out...

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  Prologue

  I can’t live like this anymore. I have to get out of here. I can’t live like this…

  Those words kept pounding through my head as I shoved some clothes and other essentials into a bag. I shut out everything else but the thought of getting away.

  I’d managed to put up with the parade of my mother’s boyfriends for twenty-one years. But things had gone from creepy to scary with her “current catch,” as she called her guy of the moment.

  Clyde was a construction worker with a shark-like smile and prison tattoos. He was closer to my age than my mother’s and seemed bound and determined to get me into bed.

  Getting ogled and even groped at work was one thing. When you work at a truck stop diner and wear a uniform with a short skirt, you expect some handsy men to come with the territory.

  But it was too much in my own home. Clyde had called me into the living room of the small trailer where Mom and I live earlier. I’d thought he’d just wanted another beer, but I’d been way off.

  He’d told me to come and sit with him for awhile. I should have known better, but I’d been told countless times by my mother to treat her boyfriends with respect and take care of them when she was gone. So, I’d made the mistake of obeying.

  Once I was on the couch with Clyde, he casually placed one hand on my thigh and squeezed. When I tried to jump up, he’d held me down and grinned as he blew his boozy breath in my face.

  “I’ve been wanting to get a piece of your plump ass for weeks.”

  I’d been frozen by shock and fear. It seemed like I was outside of my body for a little while, but then Clyde had started to unbutton my jeans and something inside of me had snapped.

  I’d fought him like a tiger, managing to headbutt him and knee him in the groin. I left him writhing and cursing on the couch. I’d stood up and run for my bedroom, deciding right then that I was done with men.

  Now, here I was, flinging open the screen door and pounding down the trailer steps. I hurried out into the night. I didn’t know where I was going or what I would do once I got to my unknown destination.

  I didn’t even care if my mother knew what had happened or where I wound up. She’d already shown me that she cared more about her boyfriends than her daughter – she’d made her choice and now I was making mine.

  All I knew was that I was sick of the life I was living. And I was sure that there was something better out there for me. So, I ran and prayed I wasn’t going from the frying pan to the fire…

  Chapter One

  Becca

  I sat back and watched the world slide past the bus window. It had taken some deep breathing and mumbled curses to get where I was. I still wasn’t sure I’d made the right choice, but at least I’d done something.

  After leaving the trailer, I’d walked along the dark highway toward the center of the small town where I’d lived my whole life. Luckily, there was a kind woman working at the ticket counter of the bus depot.

  She’d helped me figure out how far I could get on what I had available in my checking account. I wouldn’t be able to get all the way to the big city almost two hundred miles from here, but she’d told me I could get to a nearby suburban area.

  That had sounded good to me, so I’d boarded the bus and tried to rest as it lumbered toward my new life. I’d worked a double shift at the diner the day before and I was exhausted.

  I must have dozed off as I worried and wondered about the future. The next thing I knew, the bus had pulled in and everyone was getting off. I grabbed my bag from the storage bin and did the same.

  It was late and I didn’t know what the hell I was doing. I could feel tears welling up in my eyes as I stood there and I was afraid I was about to lose it completely.

  Just as I was thinking I’d made a serious mistake, I heard a deep male voice behind me and jumped a mile.

  “You doing alright? You look a little overwhelmed.”

  I spun around and saw a mountain of a man looking at me with concern. He had dark hair, icy blue eyes, and looked at least ten years older.

  He towered over me and had muscles that looked like they had muscles. His jaw was chiseled to perfection and he had sparkling white teeth.

  In short, he was the sexiest man I’d ever seen and he was talking to me. This caused me some serious confusion.

  I was over men and their perverted ways, but I also knew a hunk when I saw one and my body instantly reacted accordingly.

  “I think I’m okay,” I managed to squeak out as I felt my cheeks flush and heat building at my core. “I’m just not sure what I’m doing or where I’m going.”

  I watched him smile and I couldn’t believe I was actually talking to a strange man after the night I’d had up until then.

  He may be sexy as hell, but I’d learned not to trust men, no matter what they looked like. Still, I found myself returning his smile and being drawn to him like a magnet.

  Some of it was the fact that I wasn’t used to men like this one drinking in my body the way he was. My interaction with guys had gone from being ignored in high school to being groped at work.

  I’d worn a size sixteen for as long as I could remember, and my full-figure frame seemed to attract the wrong kind of guys, for some damn reason.

  “Well, I’m not the local welcome wagon, but I think I might be able to help.”

  His voice rumbled up from deep in his chest and made me feel a bit weak at the knees. I knew I should be running away from this stranger. I didn’t need any more trouble, that was for sure.

  But instead, I looked up into his handsome face and gave him my trust. I couldn’t run anymore. I’d reached the end of my rope and I was tired, right down to my bones, so I took a deep breath and let go.

  “I could really use some of that right now,” I said. And then I burst into tears.

  Ryan

 
I’d just finished up the emergency plumbing repair that had brought me out to the bus depot so late at night when I saw her. She was standing all by herself and had the look of a lost child.

  Her big brown eyes were wide and frightened. But they weren’t what first caught my attention. It was her lush curves that did that. Just looking at that rounded ass of hers had me stirring in my pants.

  I knew there was no way I could keep myself from going over there. I wasn’t surprised by my desire for her. But I was taken aback by the sudden surge of protectiveness I felt shoot through me.

  Feeling the need to take care of a stranger wasn’t exactly in my nature. Of course, being drawn to a sexy woman was, so I just went with it and approached the voluptuous damsel in distress.

  I was totally hooked when she admitted she needed help and started crying. There was no way this little looker was going to sob like that on my watch. I was going to do whatever it took to get her smiling again.

  I leaned down and picked up her bag. “That’s it. You’re coming with me.”

  The frightened look returned to her eyes. “But I don’t even know your name!”

  “Well, how about that? You’re right,” I said and gave her my most winning smile. “I’m Ryan Carson and I’m pleased to meet you, Miss…?”

  She hesitantly took the hand I held out to her. “My name’s Becca. Becca Miles.”

  I noticed how good the soft skin of her hand felt under my touch and gently rubbed it with my work-roughened thumb.

  “I’m very pleased to meet you, Becca. Do you want to get out of this bus station?”

  Her eyes widened and she started to back away from me. I was going to have to go easy with her. She didn’t know my true intentions. I only wanted to keep her safe. Well, safe and close to me.

  I kept her hand in mine and squeezed it gently. “I’m a good guy, Becca. I promise.”

  Her eyes scanned my face and I could see her wheels turning. I was sure she was about to turn away from my helping hand. But then her face lit up in a sweet smile that had me wanting her even more.

  “Getting out of here would be nice,” she admitted in a soft voice. “But where to?”

  “I happen to have a garage apartment that’s available to the right tenant,” I replied. “And I can’t think of a better one than you, to be honest.”

  Becca flushed and the pretty pink of her cheeks had me wanting to throw her down and take her right then and there.

  But this sweet girl wasn’t like the other women I’d known during my thirty-five years of life. She was special and I was going to treat her that way.

  “Oh, I don’t know about that…”

  “Please, let me help you, Becca. At least let me get you something to eat and give you a chance for a hot shower and a good night’s rest.”

  I watched Becca’s face soften and I knew I’d won her over. “Alright, maybe just for tonight. I am tired and I don’t think I can afford a decent hotel room.”

  With a silent celebration that involved a bit of mental fist pumping, I tugged Becca gently toward the exit.

  “Right this way, lovely lady. Your room at ‘Hotel Carson’ awaits.”

  Chapter Two

  Becca

  I allow this virtual stranger to lead me out into the parking lot and I can’t help but wonder if I’ve lost my mind completely.

  It wasn’t that long ago that I was being pawed by Clyde and swearing off men forever, after all, but I have to admit that Ryan isn’t like the guys I’ve known before.

  He’s been a perfect gentleman so far and seems to truly care about me. I don’t know how that’s possible. I just know I feel it in my gut.

  He guides me toward a blue pickup with “Carson Plumbing” painted on the side. As he opens the passenger door for me, he finally releases my hand and helps me climb into the truck. The feeling of his fingers pressed against my side makes my heart race.

  I want to know more about the man that’s quickly becoming my knight in shining armor. I just don’t know how to get started. I’d had a couple of boyfriends over the years, but I was far from experienced with the opposite sex.

  “So, you own a plumbing business?” I kick myself for sounding so lame as soon as the words are out of my mouth.

  Ryan laughs and makes his way around to the driver’s seat. He fires up his truck and pulls it out onto the road.

  Even the confident way he drives is sexy. I do my best to keep my eyes off him but his bulging biceps make it damn difficult.

  He gives me that panty-melting smile of his “I guess we should get to know each other better, huh? Yes, I own a plumbing business. That’s what brought me to the bus depot tonight, luckily for us both.”

  I can’t stop myself from blushing again, even though it makes me feel like a fool. “What about your family? Won’t they be upset you’re bringing a stranger home with you?”

  “No real family to speak of, Becca, so no worries there. I’m a thirty-five year old bachelor with parents and a brother that I don’t really speak to much, to be totally honest. We just never got along and drifted apart over the years.”

  “That’s sad,” I murmur, thinking about my own mother and my lack of a real connection with her. “But I get it. Families can be hard, that’s for sure.”

  “And what’s your story, Miss Miles? What brings you here in the first place?”

  I give him a brief rundown on my life and the encounter with Clyde. As I finish filling Ryan in, I glance over and see that his jaw has gone tight. I can’t help but wonder what I’d said to make him angry so quickly.

  Just as I was starting to seriously doubt the whole “knight in shining armor” thing, Ryan pulled into the tree-lined driveway of a pretty house. I turned to look at him and saw that he was smiling once more.

  “Home, sweet home,” he said and then pointed to a window above the standalone garage. “That’s where you’ll be staying, but first, come on in the house and I’ll whip us up something to eat.”

  Ryan was back to his charming ways and I pushed aside my concern at the anger that had shown on his face just moments before.

  I told myself it was probably nothing and had to admit that I was starving — the thought of a hot meal was too alluring to ignore.

  I watched as Ryan climbed out of the truck, grabbed my bag from the place where he’d stowed it, and made his way over to help me out of passenger seat.

  There was a momentary flare of heat again at his touch, and then I was following him up the steps of his front porch.

  Watching Ryan’s body move was sweet torture. I was in no state to be having lustful thoughts about any man. But I couldn’t help but wonder what he looked like underneath the t-shirt and jeans he was wearing.

  Get a grip, Becca! I thought with a sharp shake of my head. Aren’t you in enough trouble already? Don’t go looking for more of it with naughty thoughts about someone that’s just trying to be a nice guy…

  Ryan

  I could feel Becca’s eyes on me as I climbed the porch steps and I did my best to squash the growing desire I was feeling for her. I wanted her bad, but I also wanted her to see that I was a good guy.

  When she’d told me about that Clyde asshole, all I could think about was finding him and knocking out his fucking teeth.

  I didn’t want to scare Becca off, so I’d done my best to control my instant anger at the thought of someone else putting their hands on her.

  I unlocked the front door and flipped on the lights before setting Becca’s bag in front of the hall closet.

  “Well, this is it. What do you think?”

  “It’s very nice, Ryan. Surprisingly nice for a bachelor pad.”

  I laughed at that and I was glad to see Becca was coming out of her shell a bit. “Thanks, I do try. Now, how about we see what’s on the late-night meal menu?”

  Becca followed me into the kitchen and I pointed to one of the stools at the counter. She sat down and I went about trying to find something for us to eat. The best I could co
me up with was a frozen pizza.

  “Sorry about this,” I said as I slid it into the oven. “I’m not much of a cook. It’s usually just me, so I go with stuff that’s quick and easy.”

  “Anything sounds good right now. And it’s not like I’m used to dinner at the Ritz.”

  “No, it sure doesn’t sound like it from what you’ve told me. You may not get a gourmet meal here, Becca, but I can promise you that you don’t have to worry about dickheads groping you anymore.”

  Her eyes widened at that and I found myself having to push my anger down again to keep from frightening her. The last thing I wanted was for this curvy cutie to think that she could do anything wrong.

  There were a few moments of silence before Becca seemed to regain her composure. “Do you mind if I take a shower? I feel like I can still smell that bus on me.”

  “My shower is your shower, Miss Miles.” I gave a little bow and she laughed. “Follow me and I’ll show you to the bathroom.”

  After I showed Becca where to find everything she would need, I left her to grab her bag and clean up in peace, even though every fiber in my being wished that I was in there with her. The mere thought of seeing Becca naked and soapy had my cock bulging in my jeans.

  I tried to distract myself by setting the kitchen table for the meal we were about to share, but it was no use. My mind kept playing images of Becca’s wet skin slipping and sliding under my hands. I had to stop and do some deep breathing to calm myself down.

  I’d never experienced instant longing like this before. I’d known animal lust, of course, but Becca was different.

  She was so young and sweet. I didn’t just want to fuck her. I wanted to make her all mine…

  Chapter Three

  Becca

  Taking a shower in a different place was a bit strange. Especially in a house that was much nicer than my mother’s trailer.

  And then there was the fact that a smoking hot older man was waiting for me in the other room.