Everyone Loves Big D (Rock Hard Security Book 4)

  Everyone

  Loves

  Big D

  Rock Hard Security 4

  An Older Alpha, Younger BBW

  Romance

  By

  Vikki Sweet

  © Vikki Sweet 2019

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  Cover designed by Vikki Sweet

  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

  Don’t miss the other books in the Rock Hard Security series:

  Rich Salty Butter - Dwayne & Georgia

  Protect What’s Mine - Joe & Kelly

  Dirty Mouth - Bear & Chloe

  Everyone Loves Big D - Daryl & Faith

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  Everyone Loves Big D

  An Alpha older man and younger BBW Romance

  Faith

  A holiday away from my problems is exactly what I need after a particularly nasty stalker destroys my life. But what I didn’t realize was that I’d be sharing this amazing beach house with an enormous beast of a man who I swear stepped right out of my filthiest dreams!

  Big D (Daryl)

  From the moment I saw Faith, I knew she was the woman I’d been waiting for, the reason I could never settle on one person. She’s everything I’ve ever wanted, curvy, funny, and so sweet.

  The only problem? She has no idea how gorgeous and sexy she is! I’m going to make it my mission to get to know her, all of her and convince this curvy cutie that she is everything a man like me desires and more.

  This is a seriously spicy and sweet short story romance featuring a kickass full bodied lady and a smoking hot, dirty talking man.

  Each book in the series can be read on its own.

  If you love short romances with insta love, smoking hot scenes, and a sweet love story, then this one is for you!

  CHAPTER ONE

  Faith

  I’m finally starting to feel myself again. I can’t remember the last time I felt … not watched. But Kelly had been right, time away from my life and from my worries had been exactly what I needed. And this beach house is the perfect place for it.

  The last three days, I’ve slept till I woke naturally, gone swimming in the sea every morning, and watched the sunset while drinking wine on a balcony that looked down at a rocky cliff and crashing waves.

  For the first time, in a long time, I’m starting to see the path forward with—

  The phone rings and I jump as though it screamed. It’s so shrill in the empty house and the sound echoes around the walls, making me want to block my ears and curl into a ball.

  “It’s just the phone,” I hiss and pick it up, pressing the receiver to my ear, but waiting for the caller to speak first.

  “Faith?” Kelly says, and I let out an audible sigh of relief.

  “Hey,”I reply, trying to laugh off my earlier panic. “Sorry, it’s been days since I’ve actually said words out loud. I think I forgot how.”

  Her replying laugh is a little too high pitched and I wonder if I’m overstaying my welcome. She said I could stay as long as I needed, and it’s only been a few days.

  Before I can stop, I’m babbling, “Thanks again for letting me stay. I can’t believe this is a safe house. I mean, I definitely feel safe here and the view is beautiful.”

  “Yeah, Daddy calls it a safe house for Rock Hard Security, but we’ve been taking holidays there since I was a kid. It really only gets used as it’s namesake in emergencies as they have two others in the city.”

  “And he’s okay with me staying?” I ask. “I mean I can leave if…”

  “Stop that,” Kelly says. “Enjoy the house, rest.” She pauses for a bit too long. “There is something though. The house is kind of double booked.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “It’s not a big deal, or at least it doesn’t need to be, I mean the house is huge, you’ll probably never even see each other.” At my silence she continues. “One of the guards, Big D, super nice, you’ll love him to bits. He took over my brother’s shifts while my brother and Georgia were on their honeymoon and didn’t complain once about the no sleep and extra workload, so Daddy offered him two weeks at the house.”

  She’s speaking way too fast and I only catch every other word, but what I’m understanding is that I’m going to now be sharing my safe house with a strange man.

  “Wait,” I say, feeling that old stress slowly gathering again behind my eyes. “So his name is Big D, what kind of name is that?”

  “He served under Daddy in the army, and that’s just been what they call him since forever. I promise, you probably won’t even see him that much, all he does on his days off is surf, sleep, and fu…”

  The phone goes ominously quiet and I’m about to check to see if we got disconnected when Kelly speaks again.

  “I’m so sorry, Faith,” Kelly says, her voice cracking. “I’m a bad friend. You’re already having a bad time and now I’ve ruined your chance to take a break.”

  I pull the phone away and stare at the receiver incredulously, as though somehow I could see down the wires to her concerned expression.

  “Kelly, you’ve been the best friend ever. After my phone and social media got hacked, you were the only one who believed me. I lost my job and got evicted and two days later, you gave me a key and the address of a beach house and an escape. There has never been a better friend in the history of the world.

  “That alone, plus these last few days were exactly what I needed. I feel so much better and I can stay in a motel for a few—“

  “No you will not!” Kelly interrupts. “I can already hear how much better you sound and Big D is a good guy, I promise. He served under Daddy in the army for years and they’ve been working together at Rock Hard ever since they got their discharge papers. He can come off as kind of larger than life but he’s actually really sweet and protective of the people he cares about. Having him there might even make you feel safer.”

  I sincerely doubt that. In fact I’m not sure if I’ll ever really feel safe with another man again. But I don’t say that. Kelly feels bad enough already and if there’s one person who absolutely does not deserve to feel guilty, it’s Kelly.

  “Okay, I won’t go stay in a motel. But I will start looking for a new job and apartment. The longer I stay, the harder it will get to leave.” I laugh, hoping it doesn’t sound forced. “This place really is beautiful.”

  Daryl

  The nickname, Big D, actually came from my uncle. Yeah, it’s not as creepy as it sounds. I was always tall and as a kid, kinda chunky. When my uncle started calling me Big D it just stuck and I won’t lie, as I got older, the nickname and innuendo had it’s advantages.

  As my cab pulls in outside the beach house, I feel the first nudges of relief and excitement. Two weeks of no work, no early mornings, no getting out of bed at all if I don’t want to. Just surfing, sleeping, and maybe the occasional hookup with one of the locals.

  I’d been happy to fill in for Dwayne while he was away with his new wife but I won’t lie, the workload was full on. A few nights on only a couple hours sleep was one thing, a couple of weeks worth of nearly no sleep was something else. So when Sarge offered two weeks at the beach side safe house, I hadn’t hesitated.

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sp; Besides, all my brothers are settling down with steady wives and girlfriends and I’m starting to feel like the odd man out. I love the guys and Sarge but a little time away from all the talk of weddings, babies, and when I’m going to take the plunge is much needed.

  I grab my bag and surf board out of the back, then with a thump on the roof, I wave to the driver and head up the path to the house. Behind me the waves sound amazing and I feel the tension in my back ease as I unlock the front door and step into — A not empty house.

  I freeze, my gaze taking in the beach towel hanging over the stool at the breakfast bar, the cups and plates in the sink. I look up and tip my head to the side as upstairs a shower turns on.

  The problem with having mostly vacant safe houses is that every once in a while someone catches on that the house is empty most of the time. So they think they can just settle in and make themselves a nice little, rent free home.

  Well not today.

  I climb the stairs, careful to avoid the third one that creaks, and pad softly into the third bedroom. The bed is loosely made, there is a duffle bag by the door, and clothes laid out.

  A dress.

  I pause on that. Though breaking and entering isn’t a crime limited to men, it’s rarer to find women doing it alone. It didn’t matter. Crime was crime, and the Sarge had been practically a father to me, to all of us. No way am I letting some stranger violate his property.

  The bathroom door is locked, but those locks are made more for politeness than for actual security and I easily unlock it with my thumb nail.

  Through the steam, I can only make out the silhouette. Long thick hair and rounded hips. She looks tall and strong and when she starts to hum under her breath something inside me feels lighter, my heart beats faster.

  Something is very wrong here. Nothing about this moment, this strange woman says criminal. But before I can back out again and call Sarge, the shower screen slides open and the stranger screams.

  Chapter 2

  Faith

  The man in my bathroom must be almost seven feet tall! His hair hangs in long thick dreads around his wide face and his white button-down shirt is clinging to his broad shoulders and muscled chest.

  There’s no time for rational thought. This is the moment I’ve feared since watching Psycho when I was ten. Grabbing the soap I throw it at him, then the shampoo, then the conditioner. The first two miss, but the last one hits him square in the forehead, making him swear loudly and barrel towards me.

  “Bloody hell, woman, you’re going to slip and kill yourself if you don’t calm down.” His voice is deep and rough with a slight accent that I don’t quite recognize.

  “Calm down!?” I barely have time to shriek the words before he has me in his arms and is picking me up as if I weigh nothing at all.

  He carries me out of the bathroom then drops me on the bed, throwing me a towel, I’m guessing so I can protect my modesty. Not that there’s much point in that since god knows how long this deviant was watching me shower before I noticed him.

  I should have known this was all too good to be true. Sooner or later another nut job like James was bound to find me. It’s like I have some kind of perfect victim pheromone.

  “Sorry,” he says, breathing hard, his hands flexing at his sides as he looks down at me on the bed then averts his eyes. “I didn’t mean to scare you or grab you but I thought you were going to slip.”

  Was he serious?

  Wrapping the towel around myself, I glare up at him. “So, what, you broke into my house because you thought there was the slightest chance some random woman you’ve never met might slip in the shower?”

  He peers down at me as though I’m the one with the problem.

  “Who are you, what are you doing in my boss’s house?”

  I blink at him and all at once realize who he must be.

  “I’m Faith, I’m a friend of Kelly’s. Her father said I could stay for a week or so while I work some stuff out. You must be Big D.”

  “Yeah,” he says but narrows his eyes even further, obviously still suspicious. To be fair, I don’t blame him.

  “The phone is down stairs,” I say. “Either call your boss or call the cops. I don’t care. I’m wet and cold and I’d like to get dressed.”

  His gaze slides over my shimmering skin and I swear I can feel it. Then without a word, he pivots and walks out of the room without a word.

  “No, no, don’t close the door or anything,” I call after him, getting up to close it myself. This time I lock and put a chair against it.

  Daryl

  I’m still on the phone to Sarge when the woman who calls herself, Faith, comes down stairs.

  “You know,” I’m saying into the phone. “You could have told me that I wouldn’t be alone here. I thought someone had broken in.”

  “I understand,” Sarge says. “And I’ve already said I was sorry. I know you’ve been looking forward to this vacation and you deserve it. But the girl is in trouble and by the time I tried to call you, you’d already shut your phone off and set out.”

  “What kind of trouble are we talking here?”

  “Nothing you need to concern yourself about. Enjoy your vacation,” Sarge says. “The house is more than big enough to share and she seems like a quiet girl, you’ll barely know she’s there.”

  I eye the woman moving about the kitchen, washing the cup, cutlery, and plate she’d used for dinner before taking a shower. She’s wearing a pair of plaid pajama pants and a black tank top that did little to cover her huge plump breasts. The outfit is meant to be more comfortable than sexy or alluring but something about the way she moves, the way her curvy hips sway and those boobs jiggle makes her impossible to look away from.

  “So are we dealing with an abusive boyfriend?” I ask, lowing my voice so she doesn’t hear.

  “Not my boyfriend,” she calls out then flips the bird at my annoyed expression.

  “Just tell me so I know what I’m working with,” I say turning my back and lowing my voice even more.

  “I’m standing right here!” She yells this time and her voice takes on a shrillness that makes me cringe. “I’m not invisible and I’m not a child.”

  “I suggest you do as she says, son,” Sarge says. “And you be nice to her. And don’t go getting any ideas, you know what I’m talking about, or Kelly will rip you a new ass.” With that he hangs up, leaving me alone with sexy-PJ-lady.

  I turn back around and eye the woman tackling a tub of ice-cream. She finally gets the lid off and pulls a spoon from the draw. Her whole body is so tightly bound she’s almost shaking.

  I try a winning smile. Works every time.

  She doesn’t even look up.

  “So!” I say, a bit too loudly. “That was awkward, huh?”

  Smooth.

  She just stares at me for almost a full minute, those big blue eyes showing me nothing. In my business, I’d met my share of guarded women, but this one was surrounded by a tower of concrete and barbed wire. It made my chest ache just thinking about what she might be running away from.

  “Can I - uh - have some of that?” I’m talking about the ice-cream but my eyes linger on her chest a bit longer than they should. Damn. I need to get that under control. I snap my gaze up to her face and keep it there.

  It’s a pretty face, slightly pink cheeks, full lips, big weary eyes, and her hair is pulled up into a heavy knot at the top of her head.

  She brings the spoon, up to her mouth and I feel my own lips part with hers as she engulfs it and sucks the sweet cream off it.

  What the hell is wrong with me?

  I’ve known this woman a total of fifteen minutes and most of those were spent yelling or dodging projectiles. The vision of her shapely naked body, shrouded in steam and dripping wet springs into my brain and drops south to my pants so suddenly I need to move closer to the counter to hide the - um - evidence.

  “Hmm,” she says and makes a face like she’s thinking hard. “That doesn’t quite sound lik
e an apology.”

  “Why would I?” I say back, on edge still at the intensity of her effect on me. “It was an honest mistake. I thought you were a squatter taking advantage of an empty holiday house.”

  “Oh!” She makes an over the top surprised face. “I understand now, and rather than just taking a seat and waiting for me to get dressed, like a human being, you decided to burst into my shower like a serial killer dressed like his mother!”

  She has a point.

  “First,” I snatch the spoon and help myself to the ice-cream. “I wouldn’t call Norman Bates a serial killer, technically he was his mother when she killed and she only really took out a couple of people in that movie, I think you need something like five victims before you can call someone a serial killer.”

  She narrows her eyes. “You don’t take the sequels into account?”

  That earns her a filthy look and no response. She almost smiles. Is that approval?

  I bring the overfilled spoon to my mouth and groan as my tongue comes alive with cream, rum, and raisin flavors.

  “Holy shit, that’s good.”

  She swallows hard and I notice a slight flush spread up her chest before she snatches the spoon back.

  “There are other spoons you know,” she snaps.

  “What, you don’t like sharing?” I reply with an innocent smile, then before she can bring the newly filled spoon to her lips, I dip and wrap my own mouth around it, stealing her serve.

  Her laugh seems to shock her but she’s smiling when I meet her eyes again.

  “Are you always such a child?” She asks.

  “Only when I’m avoiding apologies.”

  I grab another spoon and the ice-cream and lure her to the more comfortable sofa.

  “I’m told I’m good at a lot of stuff, and listening is one of my strongest skillsets,” I say.

  “Don’t sell yourself short,” she says dryly. “You’re also extremely modest.”

  “Talk to me.” I say. “You’re clearly in hiding, or need to escape from the world. So tell me why, maybe I can help. I know people, I know … things.”

  That earns me another laugh and it’s good to see her eyes looking less guarded. “I feel better already.” She looks away, that closed expression returning. “Look it’s nice of you, but there’s really nothing you or anyone can do. Nobody can help me and I don’t want to ruin your vacation. You should be surfing and enjoying the sunshine.”