Sexting Curves (BBW Erotic Romance)

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Authors: Christa Wick
enjoying a little alone time, no one had heard from her since. Logan had waited as long as the law required then filed for divorce claiming abandonment. He published the notice in the classifieds, locally and in her parents' community, but she stayed away.
    Getting down to the blue bin, he motioned me away from the door and into the living room. From there, he directed me through the kitchen and into the garage. A side door on the garage opened onto a small patch of the front lawn and the trash bin. He opened the trash bin, then the blue one.
    A white silk and lace pillow rested on top of the bin's other contents. It looked like a ring pillow -- the kind used at weddings. He tossed it in the trash then scooped out a long, white gauzy piece of fabric that ended in a silk and rhinestone studded headband.
    A wedding veil.
    "She threw the dress out a month after the wedding, but I managed to salvage those. Had them cleaned. She's thrown them out a couple more times since then." He didn't look at me when he spoke, just reached into the bin, grabbed a pencil box from it and let the larger container fall to the ground.
    Opening the pencil box, he plucked a white garter from it and shot it into the trash. My brain did a double take at the size of the garter. It couldn't have belonged to Mrs. Jones. At least that's what I thought until he handed me the top photo from the stack the box held.
    The major, then a second lieutenant, was instantly recognizable. The woman next to him -- not so much. Her eyes were the same color as those of Mrs. Jones and Stevie. Her hair matched Stevie's in coloring, too, but the Mrs. Jones I knew was a bleached blonde. The discrepancy I really couldn't wrap my head around was the size of the woman.
    "She lost thirty pounds before the wedding." Taking the picture from me, he tossed it in the trash. "Didn't stop dieting after that, not even when she got pregnant with Stevie and I had to beg her to eat."
    He flashed another picture at me, even older than the first judging by how much bigger Mrs. Jones appeared. Logan shuffled a few pictures in which Mrs. Jones did not appear to the bottom of the stack then handed me one of her with a small bundle in her arms and three sizes smaller than her wedding photo.
    "Stevie has never seen this picture because she thought she was still too heavy. Or this one or this one…" He shuffled through several more pictures, letting me catch a glimpse of the ever shrinking Mrs. Jones before he tossed each one into the trash. The photos that didn't have her in them, he kept.
    Finished, he closed the lid on the trash, tossed the empty blue bin into the garage then ushered me back into the kitchen. Closing the door to the garage, he tossed the pencil box with its remaining photos on the counter and gently pushed me against the wall. His arms came up and he planted a palm on each side of me, his body forming an inescapable barrier.
    "You have something to say, Lily."
    It was an order, not a question. He wanted me to explain myself. I didn't want to. How could I admit that I had run out after the best sex of my life with a man I'd been crushing on for five years because I didn't trust him to find me attractive the morning after?
    Releasing a heavy breath, Logan leaned close. His lips ghosted along my cheek and he repeated the order. "You have something to say."
    Fighting the urge to touch him, I pressed my palms flat against the wall and inhaled sharply. "I'm sorry!"
    That was it. Three syllables of absolute ineptitude after I had rejected him and walked away.
    He stepped closer, only stopping when our bodies touched. "That wasn't what I meant."
    Feeling the hard swell of an erection against my lower stomach, I went a little weak in the knees. His hands moved from the wall to my hips. Angling his head, he lowered it. His mouth moved against my throat and then he took a small nip before growling softly. "One more time, baby. You have something to say."
    My words came out fast and

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