Dancing With A Dom: A BBW Romance Read Online Free

gave him, made Dane chuckle.
    “It’s true. Three older, three younger, and I was right in the middle. God, they tortured me, growing up.” He ran another fry through the spicy ketchup cup and popped it in his mouth. “You?”
    Her brow furrowed and she leaned down to inspect the remains of her meal, shrugging before giving him a tight smile. “Just one. Haley is two years younger than me. Kind, generous, beautiful, smart…she’s perfect. You’d love her. Everyone does.” She shrugged and slowly chewed the last bit of her second burger.
    “Do you?”
    Her eyes blazed. “Of course I do. But it’s hard to compete with someone like that.”
    “Why compete with your sister?” He leaned into his hands and met her gaze squarely.
    “I have to compete with everyone. I am not like everyone else.”
    “I like you.”
    “Okay, let’s cut the crap.” She balled up her napkin and threw it on the table. “Why are you being so nice to me? Did you lose a bet? Are you one of those types who gets off on saving the most pitiful souls? Because I’ll tell you something.” Her fists clenched, she leaned over the table to glare at him. “I am not pitiful. I don’t need saving. And for the record, this…” She pointed at her empty plate. “This is how I like to eat. Okay?”
    “Who hurt you?”
    Her lips trembled and she looked away for a moment. “It doesn’t matter.”
    “It matters to me, little girl. No, look at me.”
    She blinked and her eyes widened as she tilted her head up to really meet his gaze. Her eyes were haunted, tired. He would put the light back in those gorgeous eyes if it killed him.
    “For the record, I am not the largest person in my family. My father is six foot eight, my mother is six foot two. My sisters, with the exception of one tiny little runt, who I lovingly call the Tasmanian devil, are all either big boned, or above what society calls average weight. A few are even overweight, and I am not talking about large, well-toned, with a low BMI. I’m talking about large .”
    He took her chin in his hands. “Do you know what would happen if a man dared to talk down to one of my sisters because of their weight?”
    She shook her head lightly and gave a nervous laugh. “You’d kick the guy’s ass?”
    He gave her an evil grin and gripped her more firmly. “I wouldn’t get a chance, little girl. Those women would stomp him into the ground so thoroughly, I’d get to clean up the mess.” He smiled and released her. “They are loud. Really loud. They laugh at some of the dumbest things I have ever heard. But, man, they know they are special. They don’t hide their curves. They flaunt their beauty. Before my oldest sister, Nina, got married, they would all go out to the bars dressed in some of the tightest clothing I had ever seen. Guess who got all the men buying them drinks? The thin women, trying to hide every imperfection? It was my sisters. The loudmouthed, bad talking, in your face, large women.”
    “I think I would like them.”
    “I think you would, too. They’re amazing. And you remind me of them. You want to know why I’m being so nice to you? Because when I saw you on the tryouts day, and watched you fall flat on your gorgeous ass not once, but several times, you gave a look of such fierce determination, my heart stopped. You have something very special going on. And whoever hurt you…” He growled and shook his head. “I saw the spark in your eye, and it reminded me of the women I love. I don’t want to see that spark go away.”
    “How come you’re not overweight?” She squinted her eyes. “Are you compensating?”
    “I don’t compensate for anything, sweetheart.” He got up and took a seat next to her, towering over her smaller frame.
    She finally seemed to get her bearings and grinned up at him. “Do you always eat like this? How do you stay so…in shape?”
    “Lean meats, fresh fruit and vegetables—“
    “I knew it!”
    He placed a finger on her mouth to