Mastering Elodie

Elodie Mitchell has struggled her whole life, not only with her weight but also with feelings of being a misfit in the only home she’s ever known. She may not have ever been with a man, but that doesn’t mean she hasn’t dreamed about it. When Beau and Beck Davidson enter her life, she thinks they’re too good to be true. Then she finds out there aren’t two brothers – there are three! What’s a woman to do with all of that hard, muscular, sun-kissed flesh just beckoning to be stroked? Try everything she’s ever read about!

But things are not all sunshine and roses in Elodie’s life. As she learns to explore her sexuality with the brothers, there’s a darkness hanging over her. She’s survived so much already, but there is more yet to come. Will the brothers be able to save her in time, or will they lose the only woman they’ve ever loved?

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Copyright ©2014 Paige Warren

At the diner the next morning, Elodie was stuffing the napkin holders when their first customers walked in. She hadn’t seen them around town before, and she certainly would’ve remembered such handsome men. She’d heard the Sawyers had sold their ranch a week or two ago and she figured these must be the new owners. At a glance, she could tell the women in town were going to go nuts over them. Both topping six feet, with broad shoulders and tapered waists, they were quite a sight. Elodie felt her panties dampen at the mere thought of such fine specimens holding her, caressing her, kissing her senseless. She gave herself a mental shake, blaming the countless romance novels she’d read, and her lack of a love life, on her wayward hormones.

She waved a hand. “Sit anywhere you like. I’ll be with you in just a moment.”

The blond flashed her a smile and moved further into the diner, selecting a booth near the window. His dark haired friend followed. Or were they brothers? The idea was intriguing. She’d read enough ménage romances to be curious as to what it would be like to be sandwiched between the two. Then again, no one said they shared. Just because they’d gone in together on the Sawyer place, which was still speculation on her part, didn’t mean they went in together on everything. Of course, there was always the possibility they were gay and in a relationship together. Now there was a depressing thought.

She made her way over to their table, two menus in her hand. She set them down in front of them and smiled.

“I’ll give you a few minutes with the menus. In the meantime, what can I get you to drink?” she asked.

“I’ll take water and a coffee,” the dark haired one answered.

“Same for me,” said the blond. He smiled at her once more, but she figured he was just being friendly. No way was he flirting with her. Men just didn’t flirt with Elodie. Ever.

She hurried away to get their drinks, returning a few minutes later.

“Have you had time to decide on your meal?” she asked.

“I’ll take the special,” the blond answered.

“Eggs, bacon and biscuits for me,” said the dark haired one. She really needed to get their names so she could quit referring to them by hair color in her mind.

“I’m Elodie. Just holler if you need anything.”

“I’m Beau and my brother is Beck.” The blond smiled again.

“It’s nice to meet you,” she said with a smile. “I’ll get those orders to you shortly.”

“Have you eaten yet?” Beau asked.

She shook her head. “I don’t really eat breakfast.”

Beck frowned. “You’re not on one of those weird diets, are you?”

She felt her cheeks warm. “No, but I should be.”

“There’s nothing wrong with you, sweet thing,” Beau said.

Elodie frowned, not sure if he was serious or making fun of her. She couldn’t remember ever receiving a compliment from a guy before. Not even the ones she’d dated in the past, all two of them. Guys like these two should be seen with skinny, busty women. Not someone who looked eight months pregnant. She didn’t even have the sexy, curvy figure of a plus-sized model. She was just round. When her ample breasts weren’t bound, they rested on top of her stomach; her ass had more cushion than she’d like.

Some would ask why she didn’t diet and exercise to get rid of the extra weight. Truth was, as much as she hated being fat, the thought of counting calories and watching what she ate just didn’t appeal to her. Yes, she was a large woman, but at least she enjoyed life. That was more than she could say for some.

Without another word, she turned and walked away. She didn’t know what to make of the men. She turned in their order and poured herself a glass of sweet tea. The diner might charge their waitresses for any food they consumed, but the drinks were free. She tried to fill up on tea so she wouldn’t be quite so hungry. She was amazed her stomach hadn’t growled when Beau had asked if she’d eaten yet.

It didn’t take long for their order to be ready and she picked up the plates. She briskly walked across the room and set the food down in front of Beau and Beck. Beau smiled at her again and nodded toward the kitchen.

“Why don’t you fetch a plate and join us?”

“I’m on the clock. It wouldn’t be right for me to sit and eat with you. What if other customers came in?”

Beau looked around. “I don’t see anyone in here right now.”

How did she decline without admitting she couldn’t afford to eat at the diner? It was one thing for the townspeople to know of her circumstances, but another to admit it to these two hunky men. The last thing she wanted was to see pity or disgust in their eyes.

“Come on, our treat.” Beau smiled again. The man really needed to stop doing that. It was doing strange things to her, making her heart race, her breath quicken, and her pussy quiver.

She opened her mouth to respond when Elliot yelled out from the kitchen. “Elodie, get your lazy ass to work. Quit bothering the customers.”

She felt her cheeks heat and murmured an apology before turning and hurrying away. She couldn’t afford to anger the boss, not when she needed this job so desperately. He’d just agreed to allow her to work the night shift so she could earn some extra money. It meant working sixteen hours straight, five days a week, but she’d do what she must to survive. She doubted she would earn enough in time to save her apartment, but maybe she could save some money and find another place to live. Maybe she’d even drive out of town one day and never look back. There really wasn’t anything for her in Grizzly Pines, nothing but pain anyway.