My BBW Geek Wedding: BBW Love Stories, #3

By Leslie Hunter

Will Claire and Alan's engagement crash and burn before they can make it to the altar?

Claire is better with math than people... which makes her even more thankful for Alan. He's a man that loves his geeky girl with curves in all the right places. Unfortunately, Claire’s current work project -- designing a self-driving car -- is so demanding, it’s cutting into her and Alan’s personal time. 

Alan is an easygoing good ol’ boy from Texas. He’s not intimidated by Claire’s quirky genius -- as a professional baseball player, he’s got his own strengths. But the more dinners he eats alone, the more he wonders if Claire is committed to their relationship. 

When an accident jeopardizes Alan’s baseball career, he feels like a burden instead of a partner. His fiance is under more pressure than ever. Can Claire persuade Alan she’s serious about getting married, and heal his injury? 

Or will she lose the only man she’s ever wanted? 

Note: My BBW Geek Wedding is a steamy romance with a HEA. Recommended for readers 18+ due to explicit content.

This is the sequel to My BBW Geek Engagement but it can be enjoyed on its own.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Leslie Hunter
• Release date: Oct 18, 2016
• ISBN: 9781536505528

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MY BBW GEEK WEDDING

by Leslie Hunter

MY BBW GEEK WEDDING

Leslie Hunter

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All Rights Reserved ©2016 Leslie Hunter. First Printing: 2016.

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Author’s Note: All characters in this story are 19 years of age and older.

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MY BBW GEEK WEDDING

Part 1

I’ve never been a morning person. Most geeks aren’t. There’s little incentive to get up early after watching late-night Doctor Who. The reboot referenced a monster and a companion from the old black and white sixties’ series. So yes, I had to stay up late.

Still, there are reasons to get up with the sun. The main reason is in his home gym but I got the gold around my finger for a reminder. I stretched out my fingers as the bright California sun ran over my gold and diamond band. It wasn’t an official wedding ring, but it was enough to let other guys know I was taken.

Excessive attention from men has never been an issue for me. I’m not that college girl who hated her curvy body, but I can’t deny my dating history. Most guys liked their women slender except in the butt and boobs. Sure, there are exceptions, but I didn’t want them. That tall slab of desired country muscle was on the baseball diamond.

I bit my lip and just compared Alan from college to what he looks like now. I thought nothing could beat the old version, but I felt the same way about Original Series Star Trek.

I ran my fingertips over the photo of Alan and I at the Dallas comic book convention. And look how the follow-up turned out. My favorite bald starship captain smiled in the background but my favorite man was in front dressed as Captain America. I was looking down dressed as Black Widow. Several people took photos, but this one showed the exact moment he was on his knee with his engagement ring out.

Claire, you are one lucky woman.

I wrapped the yellow Star Trek robe around my waist and slowly walked into the kitchen. A tiny black camera flashed as I passed by. It sent my image to F.O.L.G.E.R – a silver humanoid robotic hand next to the coffee pot. Within the fast-moving electrons of our computer network, the algorithm recognized my face and the time of day.

The ‘hand’ reached over and grabbed a coffee cup shaped like a blue British police box. I watch with a smile as it picked up a spoon and put in exactly thirty grams of sugar. The kitchen filled with soft metallic clinks against ceramic. It’s something I could do myself, but my side projects let me free think. Hopefully that would help with work’s self-driving car problem.

Maybe I should create a life-sized robot? Again, I didn’t need something to get the cream out of the refrigerator, but who doesn’t want to live in the future?

Two large, familiar hands slide along the top of my shoulders and gently squeezed.

Mmmm… Although, the present’s pretty nice. I leaned back against wet, rippling muscles I knew would be there. I closed my eyes and inhaled Alan’s sweaty workout musk before I turned around.

Sometimes, I hated our conflicting schedule. Our life wasn’t like college where we had plenty of time together. Although, I admit there’s something to his workout regimen. My gaze went over his developed chest muscles already slick with a thin sheet of sweat. I looked up into that square rugged jaw. He didn’t shave, but darn if the bristly dark stubble didn’t look good on him.

That, my friends, is what we call ‘Country Handsome’.

Few people look like they’re born into their profession. Some of my teachers had a scholarly look. Alan’s appearance just screamed ‘baseball player’. It went beyond his thick flexed out biceps, impossibly wide shoulders, or even those tight six-pack abdominals. There was just something about his stance that screamed ‘athlete’.

Yeah, he was born to play baseball.

If I worked in Hollywood, I’d cast him in a sports movie. Of course people would accuse me of nepotism for hiring my fiancé.

I smiled. Damn… I don’t think I’ll ever tire of that word.

He looked down and his gaze went down my body before he looked back into my eyes. We’ve been in California for a while, but he still had a hint of his Texas accent. Morning beautiful.

Morning, hot stuff, I said.

Surprised you’re up early.

It was nine in the morning. With anybody else that would be sarcasm but it was early for me. Between our late-night uh… workouts and me trying to figure out the smart car troubles, I didn’t sleep much. Some of it was from watching sci-fi to speed up ideas. The Terminator inspired the baseball robot arm I made for Alan. So far more ideas didn’t come.

I shook away my thoughts and back to the sweaty muscled man before me. Some guys reek when they sweat, but not him. He had a smell that said man and physical exertion. It never failed to get my heart beating – like right now. It continued to race as I ran a slow finger over his wet chest. Maybe you should go like this to the party tonight?

He smiled and gave me a mildly sarcastic look. I’m not sure they’d like that.

Statistically, the chances of complaints are low. Trust me… I know math.

He smiled for a split second before he pressed his lips together into a tight fine line. You sure you need me there? I don’t really… He swallowed hard. Fit in.

I stared back and wondered about the true meaning. I was getting better at reading him. There’s geek stereotypes, but the lack of ‘socially aware’ niceties was true with me. My IQ’s over one-fifty, but the way ‘normal’ people act confused me. They didn’t act logically like they should.

To his credit, I think he understood why I said nothing. He took in a deep breath and his chest muscles pushed out. I’ll go. Anything for you, you know that. It’s just… there’s nothing for me to contribute. I’m useless there. His hands went out before they slapped against his hard thighs. Nobody knows me there. They think I’m on staff or they ask me about the AI problem or a hundred other questions I’m not smart enough to answer.

Normally, the problem was too many people recognizing Alan. They were nice, but we never had a moment to ourselves. It’s not like I wanted things to change. What decent woman wouldn’t want her man to be successful? I didn’t care about the money even if it was a professional baseball player salary. I just wanted him to have his own success.

The people I worked with were fellow geeks themselves. Most of them couldn’t name a sports team from California. Although, to be honest, if it wasn’t for my relationship, I couldn’t either. The only baseball I knew in college was Alan’s team and I’m sure anyone could guess why I was there.

Think Claire. Just because the problem is emotional, doesn’t mean you can’t find a solution.

My head jerked up and I snap my fingers. I got it. Be our driver!

His eyebrow rose, and it looked like he was trying to hold in a grin. "You want me to be the driver of a driverless car. I’m not sure how that’s supposed to make me feel better."

You’re a sports celebrity. We need publicity. I’m sure the number one hitter would do just fine.

Because of you...

"No, you," I said. It’s true I came up with the algorithm and the first version of the robot arm to help with the swings. The rest of it was all him. He was the one that woke up early in the morning for practice while I was still asleep. Those hard muscles were his creation.

When we first met, I wondered how I could justify having a man that hot. I’m not that idiot genius anymore but I never thought an athlete would feel out of place. Growing up, athletes and other less big people got everything. That same philosophy continued in college. I didn’t think I’d see the day were somebody as popular as him would have issues with fitting in.

Robots are easy… People are hard.

Doctor Chen says we need more publicity to entice investors, I said. If this works we’ll make history. Might be nice to be known for something besides… My voice lowered and there was no way to clean up my statement. Alan wasn’t famous just for his athletic ability.

I never craved the spotlight, but it found me. Whenever the media wanted to do a ‘odd couple’ piece they picked us. Alan was tall, athletic, and hard all over. Me? I’m short, soft, and ‘plenty of girl’. I wasn’t as bad on myself as I used to be but it’s hard when the media keeps running stories about the ‘Hot Guy and Big Girl’.

Sounds like a stupid superhero show.

He sucked in a huge breath and his fingertips ran under my jaw. With firm but gentle pressure he tilted my head up. Claire… I love being with you. It took a while to figure who I should be with for the rest of my life. You know I don’t care what others say about us and I wish you didn’t either.

He stood silent. All I ever wanted to do was just live a good life and play ball. Now that we’re together, I think of things I never would have thought on my own but I don’t have your brain. His hand went out and he fisted it. I listen to you talk, and you speak about changing the world. When I’m around you, I have to talk to people with names I can’t pronounce. His fingers went down the side of my face and I leaned into his warm touch. We came from the same neck of the woods, but I’m just a simple man.

I hope you don’t mean stupid, I said.

No. I don’t have your IQ but I know I’m not dumb. It’s just hard knowing where I fit in.

By my side?

He nodded.

I still had trouble with people, but I think I understood what he was getting at. If there’s one thing all geeks experience, it’s trouble fitting in. I’m an adult but the lessons of childhood and college were still here.

I ran a slow fingernail over his slick chest and the pebbled nub of his nipple. My nail and thumb squeezed firm – just like he loved. If you show up, we’ll get investors, and you make history. You’ll be the first famous person to drive a car without, I held up