The Curvy Sister (A BBW Erotic Romance) (8 page)

“I want to, but…” he shot a
look out into the street, then back at me. “The family’s coming over for dinner
and I have to settle Garton down before mom shows up. His ranting and yelling
breaks her heart and I don’t want her to see that. It’ll be late before they go
home.”

“It’s fine.” I smiled and
leaned towards him and for a moment we both lost our heads and almost kissed
right there on main street for everyone and God to see us. We stopped just in
time and pulled away like teenagers caught behind the school.

Late that night, well after
midnight, I woke to the sound of a car door and boots on gravel. I found him on
my doorstep looking desperate and hungry and badly in need of a shave. We made
love until just before dawn, our bodies slick in the moonlight, and only then
did he go home and let me sleep.

9

____________

Ten-
freaking
-o’clock.
It was like I was born ten minutes late and never managed to catch up. I
shouldn’t have told him nine. What was I thinking? As if the auxiliary women
would let me out of the church parking lot by
nine
.

To my surprise, he sat on my
porch steps, elbows on his knees, looking way too beautiful in the moonlight to
be real. The black cowboy hat his grandfather had given him sat next to him,
and next to that was a backpack. An overnight bag.

I climbed out of the jeep and
approached him shyly. He lifted his head, drifted his gaze down my body and
back up before smiling. I came to a stop in front of him. He fingered the hem
of my white sundress.

“I like this.”

“I haven’t been much of a
girly-girl since I was like, twelve. To this day I forget to cross my ankles
and my mother has a stroke. Ask me how long my lecture was about not wearing
pantyhose today. Go on. Ask.”

He straightened and took my
waist in both hands and pulled me in between his knees. “Nah, I like you just
like this.”

I stroked his hair from his
face and leaned down to kiss the top of his head. He smelled like evergreens.

“I’m sorry I’m late.”

“Don’t worry about it. I knew
you’d have trouble escaping the women once they got to gossiping. I may have
been away six years, but not a lot changes around here.”

I grinned down at him. “They
all wanted to offer their grandsons to me. They’re like these crazy little old
lady pimps.” I affected an exaggerated deep country accent and gestured to the
empty space beside me. “
We heard you’re very single. You’d like my nephew.
He still lives at home. That’s not a problem is it?
”

Jason laughed and pulled me
closer. He touched his forehead to my stomach and inhaled the scent of me. “I
hope you turned them down. I’m not ready to leave just yet.”

A shiver of pleasure ran
through me, and fear too. I tried not to let my anxiety show when I asked,
“When
do
you leave, Jason?”

“Come on.” He stood suddenly
and whisked his hat and bag into his arms. “Let’s go inside.”

I followed him in. He went
through the kitchen and headed up to my bedroom. I stopped to feed Mystic who’d
gotten trapped inside all day and seemed pretty unhappy about it. She mewled
and stomped around my feet. I rubbed her scruff and when I stood up, my eyes
fell on the white box on the kitchen island.

Like a sleepwalker I circled
the island and came to stand in front of the blue box with the invitation still
resting inside. I picked it up, rubbed my thumb across the linen stationary.
One month. Four weeks. He’d probably leave after the wedding. When had my
anxiety shifted from Jonathan and Bailey to the departure of my temporary
lover? I couldn’t remember. But I also couldn’t shake the truth that reading
the date and their names side by side didn’t elicit the sickness and anger it
once had.

“Cassidy?”

His voice echoed through the
dark house. My name in his voice didn’t sound quite so foreign anymore.

I found him in my bed, shoes
off, stretched out down the middle. He had his cowboy hat pulled down to cover
his face, arms tucked beneath his head. I grinned and toed out of my shoes and
shimmied my panties down my hips before climbing onto the bed with him. His
shirt stretched tight across his sculpted chest. I swung a knee over his hips
and straddled him un-self-consciously. He caught me when I settled into his
body, his hands feeling for my knees, thumb caressing along the inside of my
thighs.

“Mmm, what have we here?” I
nabbed his hat and tossed it behind me into the dark recesses of my bedroom.

He gazed up at me as his
hands disappeared under my skirt. I fisted his t-shirt. He sucked in a breath
when he discovered I wore nothing beneath my dress.

“Flirt,” he accused and
nudged his bulge up between my legs. “Sit back.”

I scooted so that he could
free himself with a lazy flick to loosen the button then drop his zipper. I
reached for my bed side table for a condom.

Jason was already hard when I
unwound the condom down his shaft. He hissed and shifted in my hands and I took
great pleasure dressing him. His member went rigid beneath my fingers.

“C’mere,” he murmured, took
my hands in his and helped me climb higher onto his body so that his slightly
curved shaft was positioned just behind me if I only sat back. “Ride me,
Cassidy.”

“Thought you’d never ask.” I
smiled as I lowered my mouth to his. He strained to kiss me but on top I had
all the power and it left me feeling a little heady and euphoric. I sucked his
bottom lip between my teeth and kissed him sparingly as I reached between us to
take his member and guide it between my legs.

Jason fingered my thighs,
stroked and squeezed them like he didn’t know what to do with himself while I
held all the cards. I sat back and he stretched me open, sticky lips enveloping
him as I descended down his rigid, unrelenting cock. He went in like I was made
for him, slick and slow, until I was seated to the root and very thoroughly
filled up by him.

There was something deeply
intimate about having him inside me and our clothes still on, the action hidden
by the fall of my dress. He held my thighs and hips and I rocked and lowered
myself against him. We were very quiet for once, breathing only, soft moans
muffled at the back of our throats. We moved together lazily, rolling and
grinding for what felt like hours.

Once in a while he’d suck in
a breath and arch his hips to meet mine, our bodies would collide and I’d feel
a match struck all the way up to my fingertips. His hands touched me, explored
me, grazed along my sensitive clit only to flit away to spread my thighs or
grasp my bottom.

Every grind, ever gasp, every
slick thrust went in slow motion until the slow burn enveloped my thoughts.
Until we were rushing to finish clumsily, bursts of surprise became laughter as
I rode him to orgasm. I could feel his hands shaking against my skin, his
beautiful blue eyes disappeared from mine as he arched and strained to climb
inside of me.

My fingers stiffened, my head
fell forward, and the match finally caught and enveloped me in an intense heat
as I came soundlessly moments later. Shaking. Wordless. Overwhelmed.

###

I woke hours later with him
curled into my side. He touched his mouth close to my ear as if to whisper a
sweet nothing.

“You snore.”

“You are not charming.” I
shoved him and rolled onto my stomach and buried my face in my hands. He
laughed sleepily and I peeked at him through my fingers. “Tell me about New
York.”

He smiled without opening his
eyes, caught somewhere between the real world and dreamland. I tucked my hands
near my face and watched his eyes flutter beneath his eyelids.

“I thought there was a rule
against talking,” he murmured.

“This isn’t talking,” I said
matter-of-factly. “It’s foreplay. A brief interlude between positions.”

“Tease.”

I wanted to tell him that in
a few weeks I’d be homeless and I didn’t know if I wanted to stay in Castle
Creek or explore the world. I’d never thought of myself as an explorer before
now, but I could become one. I could do my job from anywhere there was
internet.

I needed something
irresistible to latch onto to give me hope that there was something else out
there for me once I lost the farmhouse. But I couldn’t bring myself to tell him
any of that and shatter the quiet, blissful sanctuary we’d created around my
bed.

“Mmm, it’s…loud.” He rolled
closer to me and settled a hand over my half covered thigh. He traced the words
across my skin with the pad of his thumb while he spoke. “The lights, the cars,
the people…it’s a very sleepless city. Not like here. The lights never go out
and there aren’t ever any stars. There are too many people and the weather gets
weird trapped between all those skyscrapers.”

“Oh.” That was not the
irresistible temptation of adventure I’d hoped he’d paint for me. If that was
the world outside my farmhouse, I didn’t want it.

“But…” Jason trailed off for
a moment before cracking open his sleepy eyes. Such a beautiful shade of blue,
muted now in the dusky twilight. “There’s this energy we don’t have here.
Everyone has purpose and ambition and you can feel it. It’s progress and ideas
and hope.” He rubbed his eyes and settled back down into his pillow. We were so
close I could feel the heat on his skin. “I don’t know, it sounds ridiculous.
It’s an engine of change and it’s amazing what can happen when you put that
many minds in one place. I like being a part of that.”

“You sound like you miss it.”

“I do.” He traced the
contours of my face with his eyes and briefly his fingertips hardened against
my hip as if he were about to pull me to him. “I miss Castle Creek when I am
away. They are both home.”

“How long are you staying? I
mean, you have a life you have to get back to, right?” The question on my mind
for weeks came tumbling out before I could shove the words back in.

I didn’t want to know. I did.
I didn’t.

Jason opened his eyes again.
His smile vanished behind his serious gaze. “You mean, do I have a girlfriend I
have to get back to? Several maybe?”

Color flushed my cheeks hot
and dropped my heart into my toes. I lowered my eyes to stare at the white
sheet between us, a sliver of space an ocean wide.

“I didn’t mean that.”

“I was a kid, Cass. In high
school? I was a dumb kid who had all these beautiful girls throwing themselves
at him and all these people clamoring for his attention. His approval. That kid
didn’t know what he was doing. He was foolish and had no idea what to do with
girls anyway. Hey.” He put his hand on my face and tilted my chin up so that I
was forced to meet his eyes. Even gentle, his grip was strong. “I am a grown
man now, not a foolish boy. I don’t have anyone in New York and I haven’t been
with anyone else since I’ve been home.”

I blushed and caught his
thumb against my lips and kissed it. “I’m sorry. It’s not even any of my
business. I like that this is uncomplicated. I need that. I guess I still see
you as the boy I knew you used to be. I thought…I don’t know. I don’t know what
I thought.”

Jason slid in closer so that
there was no more space between us. He stroked his thumb across my lips and
watched closely as it mapped its course. “Tell me what you thought.”

My breath caught. The way his
rumbling voice went straight down my spine to concentrate between my legs left
me feeling electrified.

“God, Jason, I don’t want to
tell you.” I swallowed and tried to pull away from his influence but he held me
still and trapped and his eyes didn’t blink as he waited for my admission. “I
thought you mustn’t have changed if you were willing to sleep with
me
.”

There. Embarrassment made it
hard to breathe. I hated him knowing I was weak against my own self-doubt.

In one swift movement he had
me on my back and straddled my hips. His erection, even after hours of sticky
wet sex, began to harden against my stomach.

“Willing? Understatement.”

###

The shrill vibration of
Jason’s cell phone clattering across the night stand brought his kisses to an
agonizing halt. He sighed against my mouth and rolled off. He snatched up the
phone when it started shrilling a second time.

“Hey, it’s me. Everything
ok?” He settled on the edge of the bed with his back to me. I resisted the urge
to run my fingers along his body as long as I could and while he listened
patiently to the voice on the other end of the phone line, I climbed onto my
knees and strung my fingertips across the flat planes of his shoulders. He
arched cat-like in response, a soft hiss escaping through his teeth before he
reached and captured my wrist over his shoulder to hold me still.

After a quiet
hmm
, he
released me suddenly and sat up.

 “He
what
? No, tell
Tommy to go to hell, but don’t let Garton
shoot
him. I’m on my way. I’ll
be there in less than ten minutes.”