The Curvy Sister (A BBW Erotic Romance) (15 page)

“What?”

“Jason bought it from him
pending the inheritance. For you. He bought it for you.”

I wrapped my arms around my
little sister and buried my face against her hair. “Why would he do that? Why
would you sell it?”

She shrugged. “You were
right. I didn’t want to live there. I want to move into the city and get out of
small town Nebraska. You love that house for than anything and I think, Cass, I
think Jason loves you as much as you love that house.”

“That can’t be true.”

“He bought you a
house
.
How much more proof do you need?”

“Ok, fair enough.”

She settled herself back in
my arms. “So he’ll be here any minute to make sure his purchase didn’t get
sucked up by the tornado. And you either.”

I laughed and she giggled and
it was a better sound. A stronger sound.

And then I heard it, faint
but I didn’t imagine it. My name. I heard someone screaming it.

We both held our breaths. And
then the voice was very close, almost on top of the mess that was once my barn.

“Cassidy! Answer me!
Cassidy!”

His voice rumbled, a deep,
desperate, growly thing I could feel in my chest. Bailey moved as I shoved to
my feet, the aches and bruises not stopping me from grabbing on to one of the
fallen rafters and climbing up enough to stick my fingers through the debris. I
could feel sunlight and cool air.

“Here!” I called, my hoarse
voice barely loud enough. “We’re here! Jason!”

“Over here! I hear them!” The
ceiling shook as bodies started moving debris out of the way. I reached as high
as I could.

“Cassidy,” he called,
desperate but not screaming. His fingers came in contact with mind and
intertwined with them. His skin burned hot against mine and I shook with the
effort of holding onto him and not collapsing to my knees. “Cass, I’m here. I’m
here.”

“We’re hurt,” I called up. “We
need an ambulance. Especially Bailey. She hit her head.”

“They’re coming, Cass, hang
on.”

I stumbled and slid my
fingers out from his. He tried to grab me back but someone up above told him to
move, that floor above us was weak. He backed off and I backed into the alcove
with my sister.

“Told you,” she said.

“Know it all.”

It took them twenty minutes
to clear a hole enough for them to lift Bailey out. I was a little harder,
regrettably, but in a few extra minutes they pulled me up. Stranger’s hands had
me first, shined lights in my eyes, looked me over, but a commotion at the edge
of the barn’s wreckage stole my attention and the paramedics couldn’t hold me
long enough. Jason broke away from the firefighters holding him back and I
clamored unassisted over the wreckage to meet him.

He captured me, lifted me off
my feet, and I held on like my life depended on it. He felt amazing to me,
strong and warm and mine. He’d shrugged out of his tux jack and his white shirt
was filthy, but I loved looking into his eyes. I was covered in scratches and
mud and I was soaked through from head to toe, not entirely unlike our first
night together, but he looked at me like I was perfect. And it felt amazing.

“If anything had happened to
you…”

“It didn’t.” I touched his
face. He touched mine.

Behind him I could see the
farmhouse, still standing, a few missing tiles on the princess tower but
otherwise undamaged. I looked up at him and shook my head.

“You bought me a farmhouse.”

“Yes I did.”

“But I don’t want it.”

He groaned and shook his
head. “Of course you don’t.”

“Not unless you’re going to
be there, too.” I leaned on my tiptoes so our lips nearly brushed. “Stay.”

“I never intended to leave,”
he said, just before kissing me madly.

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Thank you for reading
The Curvy Sister
,
a title in the
CURVES & CORSETS
line of short stories and novellas.
As a buxom lady myself, I wanted to create a world of beautiful girls with real
curves and the hot men who love them.
Curves
& Corsets
are steamy reads with heart and heartache, chance and
adventure. The heroines are all plus-size beauties, curvaceous, voluptuous, and
voracious. They don't want to take up as little space as possible. They're
loud, clever, and mouthy as hell. These girls don't just have curves, they've
got attitudes and are hell bent to be kissed every day and often.
I hope you enjoy these real girls and real curves. I know I do!

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My name is Jordan Bell and I am an author of
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Then don’t miss
my two
part erotic romance
The Submissive Behind the Mask #1: Bondage &
Curiosity
. Kat Koile has known Josh her whole life. He’s her older
brother’s best friend. When Kat attends a private adult Halloween party, she
discovers Josh, a dominant, is giving a demonstration on rope bondage play.
Josh can’t take his eyes off her, but she’s been like a kid sister to him all
his life. And yet, he can’t bear to let another man dominate her instead…

One
party will change everything.

Short
excerpt from The Submissive Behind the Mask #1: Bondage & Curiosity :

What I knew was that I felt deeply, inconsolably vulnerable
in this position and the only solace I found came from the heat of Josh's body
standing protectively behind mine. At least, that's what I imagined he was
doing, protecting me as it bound me to him literally as well as emotionally.

I closed my eyes and concentrated on my heartbeats. At
first, and especially when he touched my body with his full, strong hands, my
heart had raced out of control until I thought I might pass out. Twice I
considered safe wording when I thought I was going to pass out from panic, but
both times he'd sensed my unraveling control and reassured me. I could still
feel his mouth against my skin and the husky, growly voice that had praised me
for my submission. The panic eased both times until I could breathe and now
that I knelt at his side, his rope holding me still, the sense of adrenaline
soaked excitement and terror eased away and left behind a strange sense of
comfort.

The ropes did not hurt and, in fact, weren't uncomfortable
in the slightest. I felt a deep stretch between my shoulder blades through my
biceps down to my tail bone. I let out a breath and sank forward into the
stretch, allowing my body to relax against the binds. They constricted, tight
enough to hold me together even when I felt at my wildest.

"I'm..." The words fled from me. I couldn't
articulate what I was feeling if I tried and to my relief Josh seemed to
understand. His hands, long familiar to me, stroked the length of my arms over
the bumps of rope pressing and stretching my skin, down to my elbows and back
up. He captured my hair in his hands, wound it around his fingers and pulled
until my head tilted back at his control, the pressure very lightly painful.

"Shhh, it's alright Kitty Kat, take your time. You're
doing so well, sweetheart." I recognized Josh's deep timbre, but it wasn't
the voice I heard him use day in and day out at the bar. This one vibrated
along my spine, deepened to the core of me. His praise warmed the blossom of
pleasure I'd felt earlier between my legs when he told me he liked to dominate
young women and I understood. I understood the vibration in his voice was
desire, barely restrained, extremely private, and wholly my doing.