The Curvy Sister (A BBW Erotic Romance) (11 page)

When he walked into the bar
the night of the bachelorette party, tall and cut beneath a t-shirt made to hug
tight to his body and jeans tight enough to make my mouth water, I felt starved
for his attention. For his touch. I dug my fingernails into my jeans and willed
him to come to me.

His dark hair looked a little
wet from his shower, and I knew up close he’d smell clean like evergreens and I
badly wanted to lose myself in his mouth, beneath his body, in the depths of
his blueblue eyes.

I knew when Bailey’s
maid-of-honor Sabrina sashayed up to him, all hips and bare shoulders and my
jealous butterflies went carnivorous in the pit of my stomach, I was in deep,
deep trouble.

It wasn’t right. I had no
right wanting him so badly. When she settled her slender fingers along the
curve of his body and leaned into him, I knew I was done for. I turned on my
stool to give them my back and took a shot of tequila that burned the jealousy
right through me.

No, it wasn’t right. We’d
been foolish to commit so much time together in seven weeks. He needed to leave
Castle Creek so I could get on with my life. He’d done his part in putting bits
of me back together, that was obvious. There was no way I’d have been able to
come to my sister’s bachelorette party six weeks ago. And tonight, despite
sitting alone away from the squealing, half-drunk ladies pawing at the local
boys hovering like moths around their fire, being here didn’t bother me hardly
at all.

A thrill of pleasure passed
through me when I felt a hand slide across my shoulder and down my spine. I
grinned and turned to greet him with a smart ass comment on the tip of my
tongue, but my grin faltered when Dan leaned in to kiss my cheek while
simultaneously stealing the barstool next to me.

“You look gorgeous tonight,
Cass. Let me buy you a drink.”

“I…” My eyes shot across the
room where Jonathan was draping himself across my sister and Jason stood with
Sabrina tucked under his shoulder. A knot of emotions lodged itself into my
throat. I could feel Dan graze my black tank top to my cleavage where my
breasts felt huge suddenly, and prominent. I’d chosen the tank top and black
lacey bra because they made my breasts look kind of awesome. I had no idea when
I’d started thinking of my breasts as being awesome, but Jason had been a big
fan all this time, so maybe he’d rubbed off on me.

But now I wished for a
jacket, something to encase them in. I took no pleasure from Dan’s open stare.
He was a good looking guy, but I’d been spoiled by Jason’s intense attention.
Too bad for us both, since wanting him might have saved me a lot of trouble
later. Instead I stole glances over his shoulder to where Jason stood. Not once
did my blue-eyed lover cast a look my way.

And I felt it each time he
didn’t notice me. It was like I’d become a tortured teenager overnight. No
amount of alcohol could fix that humiliation.

The bartender served up
whatever Dan had ordered for me. I wasn’t even listening, but the dark drink
tasted rummy and sweet.

“If you don’t mind me saying,
Cassidy, he picked the wrong sister.”

“Oh, Dan,” I laughed. “I am
too sober to be having this conversation.”

“Cassidy!” Bailey gave a
little cry and threw herself bodily into my arms, managing to spill her fruity
drink only a little bit on my bare arm in the process. Her cheeks were as rosy
as if she’d just come in from the cold, the tip of her nose especially red. She
batted her eyes and snuggled half-drunk into my shoulder. “Cassidy, Cassidy, my
big sister. You’ve been my big sister for almost my entire life.”

“Almost.” I shrugged her
gently forward to prevent further margarita saturation. Dan swooped in with a
cocktail napkin to dab up the pink drips while I settled her right back on her
feet.

“I didn’t think you were
going to come. Honest.”

“To be fair, mom was pretty
pushy about it. She was all,
I carried you for nine months, the least you
can do is show up at a bar for your sister
.”

“Ouch.” Bailey wrinkled her
nose. Even drunk she was the cuter of the two of us. Tonight she wore a purple
strapless cocktail dress that made her boney shoulders particularly glamorous
looking. “Sorry, Cass.”

I shrugged and tipped my
glass to her. “It’s fine. I think you and I are the only ones in this town who
know how awkward this is and you’re too drunk to care right now. So, cheers.”

“Cheers!”

“Bailey! Round of shots?”
Jonathan held up two overfull shot glasses and beckoned her with the nod of his
head. She gave a little squeak and went running to meet him. Several of her
bridesmaids raised shots in her honor. She threw it back and Jonathan held a
lime wedge out for her to suck. The whole thing was comical and bawdy.

Finally, I met Jason’s eyes
over the lime wedge and his draws drew a little closer together.

“Let’s dance, Cassidy.” Dan
leaned in while I wasn’t paying attention. I wouldn’t have even noticed him
until his hands slid up the outside of my thighs. “You and me?”

“What?” I shot him a look of
surprise. It took only a second to wiggle my way out of his hold and out of my
chair. “I’m really, really too sober for that.”

“Cassidy.” This time when the
hand closed around my wrist, I recognized the touch immediately. I backed up
into him without turning and he shifted to shield me from Dan’s searching gaze.
“Can I steal you?”

“Yes.” There was no hiding my
eagerness from Jason or from Dan. “Sorry, I have to go. Wedding stuff. Bye!” I
waved half-heartedly as Jason threaded his fingers between mine and practically
dragged me across the bar towards the back hallway where the bathrooms were,
past the jukebox that played something country and twangy loud enough to drown
out my panting excitement. Like a teenager. I was kind of ridiculous but
completely unapologetic about it.

We turned the corner and he
had me up against the wall before I could catch my breath. He pinned me with
his body, his erection buried against the seam of my jeans. He slid one hand
down my back, over my ass, until he cupped my thigh. He slid his fingers along
the curve of my thigh until he hooked my knee and held it up to his waist.
Unbalanced, breathy, he captured my mouth without resistance.

Kissing him was like taking a
breath after too many minutes suffocating. He tasted like peppermint
toothpaste. I sunk my fingers into his damp hair and pulled him down into me,
into the kiss that felt hungry, a little wild. My lips bruised against his
teeth. He ground his erection between my legs and I thought if I didn’t feel
him inside of me I was going to scream.

“I missed you,” he hissed
against my skin when he broke away to kiss my throat. His tongue scratched my
heartbeat, his lips sucked at the hollow. I clawed and pulled him into me.

“I thought you were done with
me.” I gasped when he nipped the soft flesh under my jawline.

“No,” he growled. “No.”

He released my knee and let
his hands wander up my hips, dragging my tank top up until they found skin. His
big hands wrapped around my waist, felt all my bumps and softness and I didn’t
mind and he certainly didn’t either. He grasped hard at my body, took pleasure
in gripping me.

When he found my lacy bra, he
moaned, grabbed my arm, and spun me easily to face the wall. I dug my fingers
into the plaster as he pulled at my hips so that he had my backside to grind
against.

I groaned and he moved his
hand up my body to gently cover my mouth before stroking the pad of his thumb
across my open lips.

“I want to take you home.
Right now.” Jason buried his face against my hair. “When I saw him put his
hands on you, I…” Jason swore, his breath hot against my ear.

Dampness flooded the folds
between my legs, throbbing for him, aching to be filled. I’d have let him take
me right there if he’d wanted.

“What? Jealous?” I teased
breathlessly, not really believing it, but he responded with force. He pressed
his body into me to hold me against the wall and slid his hand from my mouth to
my throat. He settled it there possessively, gripping it and my stomach to
anchor me while he ground his hips slow and hard into my backside.

“Yes,” he said against my
ear. “Yes, I’m jealous, Cassidy. I don’t want to share.”

I groaned. His words made
everything inside of me burn white hot. “Let’s go, Jason, let’s go right now.”

He spun me back around and
took my hand. “Thought you’d never ask.”

We emerged from the dark
hallway and all eyes in the bar turned to stare at us.

I stopped, pinned there by my
sister’s accusing, narrow blue eyes. “Oh, shit.”

“Stay calm.” He squeezed my
hand and we walked slowly to the middle of the room, navigating the tables and
chairs while everyone watched. Some of the bridesmaids whispered.

“I bet she’s just trying to
make Jonathan jealous,” one of them muttered to my sister’s ear. My sister
scoffed.

“Throwing herself at anyone
bored enough to take her up on her offer? No, I think she’s desperate for
attention. Everyone’s forgotten she existed and that kills her.” Bailey
shrugged neatly, clearly having sobered up since last I saw her. Her sweetness
and light were gone, replaced by the mean girl I never liked.

“Ignore them,” Jason
whispered as we neared the lion’s den.

“Oh, I don’t think that’s
going to be an option.”

We had to pass them in order
to leave, but Bailey, Jonathan, Sabrina, and Dan made it difficult to get by
without some sort of confrontation.

Bailey engaged first by
stepping right in my path. “So much for being the broken hearted sister when
you’ve clearly gone out and gotten yourself a replacement King. I guess now we
can stop the theatrics and the
oh poor Cassidy
act.”

“What I do and with whom is
none of your business, Bailey. You should be pleased I’m moving on.”

“Maybe I would be if it
weren’t such a blatant attempt to push yourself back in Jonathan’s life and
become the center of attention once again.”

“That’s enough. We’re leaving
and you can go back to your party.” Jason tugged me around my sister, but
Bailey moved again and this time Jonathan joined her. We both halted.

“You should know better than
to fall for her tricks,” Bailey snarled up at Jason who looked taken aback by
her attack.

“At least now I know where
you’ve been spending all your time.” Jonathan stared at me, stared hard like he
was trying to see what was going on inside my head. It felt alien that we’d
ever been close. “She’s using you for your money or maybe she is trying to make
me jealous. Either way, why would you bother?”

Jason kept his face composed,
hard, but not quick to get upset. This was his brother after all and they
didn’t have the tense relationship Bailey and I had. I felt his fingers tighten
on mine, but otherwise his expression didn’t change.

“It’s none of your business.
Now get out of my way, Jonathan.”

“We’re leaving,” I told
Bailey.

We made it only one step when
Bailey grabbed my arm and yanked me out of Jason’s grasp. I spun on her, ready
for knock down, drag out fisticuffs just like when we were kids. I was ready to
hair pull and swear if it came down to it.

“Why are you trying to ruin
my wedding? Why do they keep choosing you?” she cried, her fists balled up in
preparation of a truly epic, drunken tantrum. “You’re not even the
pretty
one!”

I scoffed. “I didn’t realize
I was doing anything to your wedding. But I guess you’d know best about ruining
weddings, after all.”

Bridesmaids gasped and flung
themselves to grab the tiny boned sister as she threw herself at me. “You’re a
selfish, greedy plus-sized
nightmare
!”

I smacked her hand away hard
when she tried to hit me, stumbling and way off mark, but the sound of
skin-on-skin was thunderous and very suddenly everyone was in the middle of it.
Someone wrapped their arms around me from behind and drug me back as Bailey’s
wild pin-wheeling fists were captured and subdued by Jonathan. Everyone
screamed, obscenities flew, at least three beer bottles in the floor splashing
shoes and jeans making the floor slick. I struggled out of the hands that held
me back and Bailey broke away from Jonathan. The bartenders who, up until that
point, were willing to let us scream it out, came out from behind the bar and I
don’t know who said what first, but everything went upside down when Jonathan
came at me and for the first time since I threw my engagement ring at him, he
spoke directly to me.

“You were my mistake,
Cassidy. Not Bailey. Everyone keeps telling me I should be ashamed of myself.
That I should be sorry. How can I be sorry when I saved myself from the worst
mistake I’d ever made to be with someone I actually loved.”

Right in the heart. The
bullet when in, bounced around tearing everything up. I felt it in every nerve,
ever thought in my brain, right into the hollow of my heart I’d begun to
believe was healing. Bailey had the decency to choke on his words and everyone
went into slow motion.