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Lush Curves 6: Safe Harbor (A BBW Erotic Romance)
By Delilah Fawkes
Gavin
I couldn’t believe what was before my eyes, but there it was, as clear as bloody day—Aolani’s legs wrapped around my brother Malcolm’s waist , right there in the gardens of the hotel, and him drooling over her like a mad dog.
My heartbeat hammered in my ears, my blood rushing until I couldn’t hear anything else. My stomach churned, and suddenly, I wondered if I might be sick. As if on their own, my legs carried me away from the scene before me, pounding out through the dark the way I’d come, away from the gut-wrenching view of the woman I loved slipping away from me and straight into the arms of another.
My own fucking brother!
What the hell had happened? What had I done to drive her away? Just a few days ago we’d been inseparable, making love every night on the yacht, working together each day, enjoying one another in a way I didn’t think I’d ever feel again after Fiona’s death.
And now w hat? Just as I’d vowed to tell her how I felt, to finally admit to her in front of God and everyone that I loved her and wanted to be with her, she betrayed me. She pushed me away as clearly as she possible could, using my brother as the vehicle.
And what would have happened if I hadn’t come upon them? Would Malcolm have buggered her right there in the goddamn garden? Right under my sodding nose?
The thought hit me like a wound, the pain of it almost dropping me to my knees. I couldn’t deal with this right now. I needed to get drunker than I’d ever been in my life, and then, in the light of day, maybe I could stand to think about what I’d just seen long enough to confront her.
To ask what I’d done. To ask why she’d done this to me.
I leaned over, my hands on my knees, and dry heaved, a flush of rage feeling foreign and utterly disgusting on my skin. I’d decided to risk my heart, and this is what I got. Broken down all over again.
This is what I got for betraying Fi. Fucking betrayed.
I should have bloody known.
“Gavin!”
Malcolm’s voice behind me. At the sound of it, rage boiled up inside of me, threatening to spill over if I didn’t get away from him.
I waved him off and kept walking, not caring where I was going as long as it was away from him and away from the vision of them together still blazing in my mind, burning me from the inside out.
“Gavin, wait, ” he called. “Stop, and let’s sort this out!”
His hand closed on my shoulder, and I turned, my eyes blazing, my anger right at the surface, my hair dangling in my eyes.
“What’s gotten into you?” Malcolm said. “I thought you said you weren’t with her? That you two weren’t together?”
I shrugged his hand off and kept walking, not wanting to do or say something I’d regret.
Malcolm grabbed me again, and I whipped around, grabbing the front of his tuxedo shirt.
“Jesus Christ, Gavin,” Malcolm said.
“What do you want me to say?” I yelled. “I was a fucking fool for saying that. I just… God dammit …”
Malcolm paused for a moment, his eyes full of confusion and hurt. “Well, what the bloody hell did you expect then? Are you saying you are with Aolani, but you refused to tell anyone?”
He shook me, and my knuckles whitened as I strengthened my grip on his shirt. My other hand longed to strike out, to wipe that look of disgust off his face. Because, deep down, it mirrored my own thoughts. My own regrets. I was disgusted with myself. With him. With her.
With this whole god-awful situation that I created in my foolishness.
“You had no right,” I spit out. “Why can’t you pass a woman without trying to bed her, eh? You fucking arsehole!”
I shoved him then, and he stumbled back, the shock on his face slowly morphing into anger.
“You should talk, Gavin,” he growled. “Aolani deserves better than someone who acts like he’s bloody ashamed of her.” He ran a hand through his hair, his
By Delilah Fawkes
Gavin
I couldn’t believe what was before my eyes, but there it was, as clear as bloody day—Aolani’s legs wrapped around my brother Malcolm’s waist , right there in the gardens of the hotel, and him drooling over her like a mad dog.
My heartbeat hammered in my ears, my blood rushing until I couldn’t hear anything else. My stomach churned, and suddenly, I wondered if I might be sick. As if on their own, my legs carried me away from the scene before me, pounding out through the dark the way I’d come, away from the gut-wrenching view of the woman I loved slipping away from me and straight into the arms of another.
My own fucking brother!
What the hell had happened? What had I done to drive her away? Just a few days ago we’d been inseparable, making love every night on the yacht, working together each day, enjoying one another in a way I didn’t think I’d ever feel again after Fiona’s death.
And now w hat? Just as I’d vowed to tell her how I felt, to finally admit to her in front of God and everyone that I loved her and wanted to be with her, she betrayed me. She pushed me away as clearly as she possible could, using my brother as the vehicle.
And what would have happened if I hadn’t come upon them? Would Malcolm have buggered her right there in the goddamn garden? Right under my sodding nose?
The thought hit me like a wound, the pain of it almost dropping me to my knees. I couldn’t deal with this right now. I needed to get drunker than I’d ever been in my life, and then, in the light of day, maybe I could stand to think about what I’d just seen long enough to confront her.
To ask what I’d done. To ask why she’d done this to me.
I leaned over, my hands on my knees, and dry heaved, a flush of rage feeling foreign and utterly disgusting on my skin. I’d decided to risk my heart, and this is what I got. Broken down all over again.
This is what I got for betraying Fi. Fucking betrayed.
I should have bloody known.
“Gavin!”
Malcolm’s voice behind me. At the sound of it, rage boiled up inside of me, threatening to spill over if I didn’t get away from him.
I waved him off and kept walking, not caring where I was going as long as it was away from him and away from the vision of them together still blazing in my mind, burning me from the inside out.
“Gavin, wait, ” he called. “Stop, and let’s sort this out!”
His hand closed on my shoulder, and I turned, my eyes blazing, my anger right at the surface, my hair dangling in my eyes.
“What’s gotten into you?” Malcolm said. “I thought you said you weren’t with her? That you two weren’t together?”
I shrugged his hand off and kept walking, not wanting to do or say something I’d regret.
Malcolm grabbed me again, and I whipped around, grabbing the front of his tuxedo shirt.
“Jesus Christ, Gavin,” Malcolm said.
“What do you want me to say?” I yelled. “I was a fucking fool for saying that. I just… God dammit …”
Malcolm paused for a moment, his eyes full of confusion and hurt. “Well, what the bloody hell did you expect then? Are you saying you are with Aolani, but you refused to tell anyone?”
He shook me, and my knuckles whitened as I strengthened my grip on his shirt. My other hand longed to strike out, to wipe that look of disgust off his face. Because, deep down, it mirrored my own thoughts. My own regrets. I was disgusted with myself. With him. With her.
With this whole god-awful situation that I created in my foolishness.
“You had no right,” I spit out. “Why can’t you pass a woman without trying to bed her, eh? You fucking arsehole!”
I shoved him then, and he stumbled back, the shock on his face slowly morphing into anger.
“You should talk, Gavin,” he growled. “Aolani deserves better than someone who acts like he’s bloody ashamed of her.” He ran a hand through his hair, his
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