The Curvy Sister (A BBW Erotic Romance)

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voice. “Home for the big engagement
celebration?”
    “Not exactly.” Jason paused
and squeezed the steering wheel before continuing. “My grandfather’s not doing
so hot these days. He didn’t plant much this year. First time in fifty years,
actually. I’m helping him get things in order, figure out what to do going
forward.”
    “Jonathan’s not going to farm
it?” The news surprised me, and when I looked at him I noticed his jaw tighten.
    “Not by himself.”
    I nodded. I’d seen Garton
King in town a few times lately and each time he looked more thin and frail
than the last. He carried a cane now and looked really pissed off about it.
    “So you’ll be here for the
wedding preparations.”
    “Looks like.”
    “Lucky you.”
    Rolls of thunder made more
conversation impossible, at least that’s the excuse I used. I rested my head
against the cold glass and let my eyes go weak watching the drops stream down
the window.
    We bumped along up my
driveway minutes later, and I noted with some displeasure the white sheet
wrapped around the second floor turret roof. In my temporary psychosis I’d also
forgotten to secure the barn doors or, apparently, shut the back door.
    Jason killed the engine and
with the windshield wipers stilled, the world all but disappeared outside the
curtain of rain. “I’ll get the barn door. You make a run for the porch.”
    I snarled like he’d just
threatened to set my house on fire instead. “ I’ll get the barn door.You
go home.”
    He ignored me. “Ready? One,
two…”
    I shoved open the door and
the shock of cold rain took my breath away. I struggled out of the cab, my arm
screaming when I tried to use the door for leverage, cursing the storm, the
mud, the cold, Jason King, and everyone else in the whole world. I used my weight
to close the door and made a dash for the porch.
    The screen door had battered
itself against its frame until it hung slightly askew. My grandmother was
surely rolling in her grave that I’d been so careless with her home.
    In the distance I could make out
the shape of the red barn, but couldn’t see Jason. I shouldn’t hate him. He
didn’t cheat on me. But he was a King and all Kings had serious entitlement
issues that made them impossible to trust. Jason and his father had at least
been honest enough to pack up and leave for the big city where their kind fit
in with the other sharks.
    I shuffled into the kitchen,
ignored the trail of rain and filth I dragged in with me. Tomorrow. I’d clean
everything tomorrow, but not tonight. Tonight I was all full up on exhaustion
and embarrassment and there was no room left for tidiness.
    Mystic slunk out of her
hiding spot underneath the red dresser I used to store towels and Tupperware.
She met my feet and immediately backpedaled when she realized the floor was now
covered in water. She backed her butt up to the rug under the sink and mewled
pitifully.
    My shoes squeaked when I
stopped in front of the mess of mint green peanuts and the open blue box. I
couldn’t move. Couldn’t think.
    I was still standing there
when the broken screen door opened noisily and Jason King let himself into my
kitchen. I could hear him behind me, the dripdripdrip and squeaksqueaksqueak of shoes on wet wood.
    He walked past me and
disappeared down a hallway towards the guest room, bathroom, and conservatory.
I had no idea what he thought he was doing, but whatever pistons should have
been firing in my brain weren’t, so I just stood there. The bathroom light went
on, the water too. When he returned minutes later, he had an armful of towels
in his hands.
    “I don’t think I’ve been in
your grandma’s house since I was like, eight. Your birthday party, I think.”
    He shoved the white box and
peanuts down the island carelessly like they weren’t dangerous to touch and set
his stack of towels down beside them. I watched as he shook out the top towel
and casually wrapped it around my shoulders. I stared up at him as he

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