Island Curves (A BBW Romance) by Virginia Wade Read Free Book Online

his
utterances drifting into the jungle. “Honey,” he groaned. “I’m…so
close.” I watched, as the tip erupted and a creamy rope of fluid
landed on the pad of my tongue. “Marissa.” Salty spurts gushed into
my mouth. “Baby…thank you. Let’s wash off in the ocean.”
    “We need to.”
    “That was so good.”
    Our eyes locked. “We should do it again…in a
while.”
    He groaned in reply.
     
     

Chapter Eight
     
     
     
    Life at camp became a joy, now that David had
ceased to ignore me. We sat in the hammock nearly every day, while
our fellow contestants scrambled and strategized, playing the game.
David continued to win most of the competitions, and I frequently
found myself in the bottom two, on the brink of being voted out. I
could have cared less. The heady, romantic feeling of being in love
helped ease the constant hunger in my gut, which had resulted in a
noticeable weight loss.
    Susan was gone now, and Loren struggled to
hang on, while the challenges became more difficult. I hadn’t a
prayer, but I rooted for my friend. I wanted to see her in the
finals, as close to the three million dollar jackpot as possible. I
had survived for several weeks, and the Per Diem would allow me to
pay the bills. Whether David and I had a future together was the
question. As the days wore on and I hadn’t gotten my period, I
suspected I was pregnant, which worried me horribly. I wasn’t on
the pill and I’d had unprotected sex.
    We had recently returned from a challenge,
and people wandered into the ocean to wash off. David handed me
half a coconut. “Babe, you need to eat.”
    “Thanks.” He sat next to me in the sand,
looking bearded and tanned. “I might be done tonight.” I had lost
the challenge earlier today…again.
    “Probably.”
    I met his gaze. “It’s okay. I got what I came
for. Actually, a lot more.”
    His expression was stark. “I don’t wanna be
here without you.”
    Our camera guy hovered, recording every word.
Our romance had made us popular, and we were followed
relentlessly.
    “It’s only another week.”
    He played with the sand. “I wish they’d keep
you.”
    “It’s better that Loren stays. She’s
stronger.”
    “I want you to stay.”
    I smiled. “We’ll see each other after the
show.”
    “Maybe I’ll quit tonight and go with
you.”
    “No! You have a shot to win this thing. Don’t
you dare quit.”
    “I…really like you, Marissa.”
    “I like you too.”
    “I have to see you again. I wanna meet your
little girl.”
    “You will.” I could hardly believe he was
saying these things to me.
    His arms went around my back, drawing me
close. “You totally wrecked my game, Marissa.”
    I giggled, “Poor, David. You’re still in
it.”
    “The guys don’t trust me. They said I
betrayed them, picking you over them.”
    “You’ll beat them with your brawn.”
    “I don’t wanna be here without you.”
    “It’s gonna be okay.”
    He kissed me, tasting of coconut. “When this
is over, I’m coming for you.”
    “You better.” We had only a few hours left
together and then it would be over. The feeling was
bittersweet.
    That night, at Panel, I was voted out. On the
gently swaying boat, with torches flickering, I grabbed my bag and
waved to the remaining contestants. Our hostess, Charlene Laird,
was garbed in a pretty white dress with immaculate hair and
make-up. I was so jealous of her, and I couldn’t wait to have a
long shower and shave my legs. Before I stepped into the boat,
David jumped to his feet, grabbing me for a huge hug.
    “I’ll see you soon, baby.”
    “Bye, David.”
    “I’m gonna miss you.”
    “Me too.”
    Every dramatic moment had been caught on
tape, and, as I climbed into the motorboat, the camera guy had his
lens focused on me. I didn’t want to breakdown in tears, but they
fell nonetheless, wetting my face. My stint on the show was
officially over now, America having the final vote in the end. I
would go home and wait, wondering if