Free Anywhere (BBW Romance) by Christin Lovell Page B

of being too obvious.
    “Tempting. He’s got muscles galore and a five o’clock shadow that’s already got my pussy weeping.”
    “Stella!” I felt my cheeks heat up as I threw my hands over my face. I peeked through my fingers at her. “I cannot believe you just said that.”
    “If you would stop acting like a child and look at him, you’d understand why I said it.”
    I dropped my hands and turned my head slightly towards the right.
    “Plain white shirt, hugging his sexy chest, cargo shorts and Nike tennis shoes. Damn, even his calves are sexy. It’s the guy with the kinda longish, dark brown hair and bedroom eyes,” she said.
    “Someone’s been staring a while to give that description.” I leaned my body more, honing in on the target. The second I did, his eyes locked dead on me.
    My breath hitched, my center heating as his eyes glittered with amusement and desire. I quickly looked away, flushing with embarrassment. I’d never reacted to a guy like that before. I didn’t get those physical reactions that every hero and heroine did in erotic romance novels. I reached out and barely avoided spilling my drink as I quickly raised the glass to my lips and downed the entire beverage; I needed to be cooled off, fast!
    “Told you.” Stella smirked, her eyes sparkling with humor and mischief as she watched me struggle to control my reaction.
    I swallowed hard, biting my lower lip as the alcohol hit my system. Instead of helping though, it only warmed my pussy more, which encouraged my wandering mind.
    “Damn, girl. I’ve never seen you react like that before. I was gonna call dibs on him, but I’ll play fair and let him choose. He’s heading our way.”
    “What?” My eyes shot open as I leaned forward.
    “ Buenos noches .” He smiled lazily. His dark eyes regarded me with restraint; he was a blank cloud showing no emotion.
    “Habbla English?” Stella stumbled over the Spanish word. I swear one of these times she was going to mean one thing but accidentally pronounce it wrong and get us in trouble.
    “ Si. Habla Espanol ?” he countered, turning the wooden chair so he could straddle the back as he sat between us.
    “No, but you could teach me.” She lifted her chin slightly, confidence radiating off her. I hated to admit I was envious of her assurance, especially when she casually leaned into him and ran her fingers along his copper forearm.
    “ Donde tu eres ? Where are you from?” he asked. He asked Stella but then looked at me. I stiffened, awkwardly shifting in my seat. He watched my every move, giving no hint as to what he was thinking.
    Stella boldly grabbed his hand, pulling his attention back to her. “I’m a Georgia peach; sweet and juicy.”
    I barely managed to stifle my laugh, which probably made me look like I was having convulsions based off the raised brow Stella’s Latin lover threw my way.
    “Where in Georgia?” Again, he asked Stella but looked at me.
    I sucked my bottom lip between my teeth. I looked down at the brushed metal table, trying to avoid his gaze. It was as if he was trying to stare into me, get beyond what everyone saw to the raw layers within me. It unnerved me. My stomach was in knots and my sex began to pulse with my racing heart.
    “Enough about me. Tell me about yourself, sexy.” Stella’s voice took on a husky quality.
    “ Que quieres saber ? What do you want to know?”
    “I love how you’re teaching me as we go along. Shows that you listen to what a woman wants.” She scooted her chair closer to his, sidling up to him.
    “ Aqui, el placer de una mujer es lo mas importante . Here, a woman’s pleasure is the most important thing.” His eyes landed on me as he placed emphasis on the last few words.
    “Uh, I’m going to find our server and get another drink. You two, um… Well… Oh, hell. I’ll be back.” I slid my chair back, the wooden legs scraping along the concrete floor.
    I turned to walk away but immediately halted when a pair of