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This plus-size curvy girl romance has a burnt cinnamon roll hero with a mean protective streak and a baddie plus-size pop star who is on the verge of burn out. But a Bridgertons-meets-American-Football family you'll wish you were a part of will make sure they get their happy ever after.
For all the women who’ve never been skinny dipping because you weren’t skinny. You can go chunky dunkin’ with me and the Kingman boys.
Nobody needed to know that listening in on the bits of songs she sang testing her equipment out lifted the dark cloud over my grumpy ass just a little.
“Has anyone seen Wiener the Pooh?” If I wasn’t afraid either me or the dog were about to die, I would have snort laughed. She named her dachshund Wiener the Pooh? I had to assume that was who was growling and wagging her tail in front of me right now. I quietly called her name, but it had the same effect as before. More tail wagging.
Kelsey was already halfway up the steps, and the closer she got, the more I fucking forgot how to breathe.
I was damn near ready to swoop her up like a fricking fairy princess and carry her off to safety right this second.
Kelsey and her thick hips, thighs, and her ass were beyond delicious. God, she was exactly my fucking type.
I almost dropped to one knee and swore my fealty to her right then and there. I might have too if Wiener the Pooh hadn’t come tearing across the stage and jumped up, hitting me right in the junk. I went down and got a face full of doggie licks.
If I couldn’t use my own pain to create art, what was it all for anyway?
“Man, you were on fire out there today.” Chris slapped me on the back as I walked up to my locker. “But you’re also grumpier than Luke Skycocker when he doesn’t get his strawberries. What’s eating you?”
season.” “Oh my god.” I tossed my gear into my locker a little more forcefully than necessary. “We know. Trust me, we know exactly how much sex you and your fiancée are having.” “I don’t even need an alarm clock anymore,” Everett said. “Trixie’s louder than her pet rooster in the morning.”
snores. I sank back into the chair, eyes closing, Declan’s powerful form still imprinted on my mind.
I’d just spent almost two hours watching his absolute raw masculinity and power. And now I had fifteen minutes. That was plenty of time. I wasn’t going to need more than three. I grabbed the little pink silk pouch that stored my vibrator and headed straight back into that shower.
I still found that name to be hilarious. Like, did she have other dogs at home named Alison Wienerland, or Mary Queen of Wieners? I could just imagine her rolling on the ground with a million little wiener dog puppies, giggling and letting them kiss her and lick her... and this fantasy was going to get me in trouble.
The melody swirled into the mountain air, and the words flowed around us all, telling the story of the nerdy girl who wishes the heroes in her books would come to life because they would be better to her than the dumb boys in real life. I stood there on the stage, swaying to the beat, and letting the fans completely take over.
The next song was another fan favorite. A ballad called “Cozy Nights”. It was a love song that didn’t exactly have a happy ending. I’d left the lyrics ambiguous, and there was plenty of speculation as to which of my former boyfriends the song was about.
There was nothing like the exhilaration of a good crowd and their enthusiasm. It was an addictive feeling. Kind of like a really great orgasm. I could use more of both. That sounded like a much better idea than adding in another workout.
Kelsey sang this love song about being cozy with the one you love, and I swear to god she was looking right at me. Why would she do that to my heart? I was dead now. Deceased. Dust.
She was like a relationship Nancy Drew when it came to the lot of us.
“I’ll bend over for you, if you bend over for me.” We were getting racy now, were we? Two could play at that game. “Mr. Kingman. I’m surprised. Are you offering to let me peg you?” Yep. That came out of my mouth. “I’ve never actually tried it, but if that’s what turns you on, my sweet songbird,” his voice was dripping with sensuality, and I found myself squirming, waiting to see what he’d say next, “I’d be game to check it out.”
“I am generally a fan of cheeseburgers, but you’re scaring me.” “Jules did mention you’re a bit of a cheese connoisseur.” Oh no. “That comment about having a love affair with cheese is going to haunt me the rest of my life. But I wasn’t lying. Cheese is the way to my heart, and Pooh’s too.”
Oh my god. Why was he so sweet? He continued in this vein for a while, painting a picture of our perfect imaginary date. His voice was a steady, comforting presence, lulling me into a place where I wasn’t thinking about my next show or how I would get the songs for the album done on time.
“Kelsey,” Declan’s voice was barely above a whisper now. “Are you ready to rest now?” “Mmm,” I managed, half-asleep. “Sleep well, babe,” he said softly. “Sweet dreams.”
“Sweetheart, I’m making it my job to carry you around.” To prove his point, he took me from a princess carry to throwing me over his shoulder like a rag doll. And then he slapped me on the ass. “I was built for carrying you to bed.”
“Did you know you hum when you sleep?” His voice was soft and like that warm blanket you don’t want to crawl out from under.
“I’ve got you, Kelsey baby. I’ve got you.”
The music used to just be there for me. Like I could reach up into the ether and pluck down the next song. But they weren’t there. Little blips of lyrics or a note or two floated around, but I had to work to hear them, and even when I did, they crumbled in the light of day like a wilted, unwatered plant.
Because she needed rest. But didn’t someone say an orgasm a day keeps the doctor away?
I didn’t know if I could live through losing her like my dad lost my mom. I wanted to wrap her up in cotton fluff and hide her away like Rapunzel. But Rapunzel was never happy living in her castle. Mine wouldn’t be either.
“I promise you won’t be bored.” And to prove it, I lowered my mouth to hers and I kissed her. I kissed her like it was the only thing I’d ever wanted in my entire life. I kissed her to show her that there was nothing fake about the way I felt about her.
“I’m..., yeah, that wasn’t boring.” She touched her lips and looked up at me with bedroom eyes that were going to kill me. My dick was screaming at me to crawl back into that bed with her and make her forget the rest of the world existed outside of the two of us.
This kiss wasn’t as frantic and needy as the one at the cabin, but it was just as delicious. I was trying my best to be good and romance her, but if she asked me to strip her bare and make love to her under this tree right here and right now, I would.
She bit her lip and laughed. And it was the first genuine laugh I’d seen from her maybe since the first day we’d met. So I did the only thing I could think of when something so perfect happened. I picked her up so she had to wrap her legs around my hips and her arms around my neck. I kissed her, and this time I wasn’t stopping for anything.
“There’re at least fifty cheese and peanut butter nuggets in there. I expect it will give me enough time for at least two or three orgasms.” Clever man. “Two or three of mine or yours?” I was teasing, but he got this profoundly serious look on his face and leaned down to nip at my ear. Which had my insides going all squishy and wiggly. Then he whispered, “Sweetheart, when I make love to you, you will always come first, last, and a few times in between.”
“Tell me you want this, Kelsey. Tell me you want me to finish stripping you bare. Say you want me to fuck you.”
“I want you, Declan. I want you to make love to me, to fuck me, to take me and make me yours. I want you.” More than I’d ever wanted any man.
My dick was screaming at me to just part her thighs and give us both what we wanted. But being with her was no quick lay. This wasn’t a one-night stand, which was my normal M.O. I was going to make this first time fucking perfect for her. And I swear to god, she was going to be the last woman I ever touched. She was my forever.
“Declan, I promise I want you to do every single thing you want to me. You don’t have to...” “Yes, I do. This is all about enthusiastic consent, baby. The more I know what you want, what makes you feel good, the better the sex is going to be.” I nipped at her bottom lip. “Besides, I love hearing you talk dirty to me.”
Fucking hell. Kelsey had the most perfect breasts on the whole fucking planet. I was going to get lost in them for a hundred years, kissing and licking and fucking them. I admit to watching more than a little porn in my time, and it all starred women with big tits and hips and thighs. Just like Kelsey’s. I couldn’t wait to come all over them. But this time wasn’t about me.
She put a finger to my lips. “I’m telling you I do love that. But I’m not fragile. You don’t have to handle me with kid gloves. I know I gave everyone, including myself, a scare. But I promise, if you make love to me under the shade of a tree, by a mountain lake, on a sunny fall day, I’m not going to break.”
“I will always want to take care of you. Taking care of what’s mine, the people who belong to me, is a part of who I am.” I pushed my hands into her hair and lowered my lips to hers, brushing my mouth gently over hers. “So let me take care of you now with a whole lot more orgasms.”
Oh, how I loved a dirty talking woman who knew what she wanted. Because I was going to give her it all.
“Look at me,” he commanded softly, and I did. In those dark eyes, I saw not just the fervor of our lovemaking but something enduring, something infinite. “I’m so fucking close to coming inside of you. Tell me what you need to get there. I want us coming together.” “I just need you.” The words barely passed my lips before my release crashed over me in way I’d never experienced before. My whole body clenched and then exploded, the pleasure pouring through every cell. Declan followed me into that bliss with a groan that came from the depths of his soul, his body shuddering with the force of it.
Declan swallowed a laugh. “Everett and Hayes did it. Hayes is too smart for his own good, and I’m sure he’s the one who thought of the treat toy. But Ev is definitely the one who threw in the condoms. He’s a horny safety guy.”
With each verse, I felt lighter, as if the song was lifting away the weight of the early years of my own struggles with body image. I did everything I could to show my fans, especially the girls that looked at me as a role model,
“I’m not a good sleeper, you know that.” I stretched and yawned because after our walk to the lake, a couple of swims, and three amazing orgasms, I thought I could actually sleep. “Know anything that could help wear me out a little more?”
I lowered my hand to set the book down, but he stopped playing with my clit. “Read your book, Kelsey. Be a good girl while I eat your pussy until you come on my face.”
Declan moved his fingers in a way that made my whole body clench and flicked his tongue over my clit again. My orgasm hit me hard, and the book went flying as I arched my back and gripped the sheets in my fists. He didn’t stop, and I came so hard, I forgot how to breathe as my world exploded into darkness and light and fireworks and pleasure.
What tomorrow brought us was another day of making love, eating campfire breakfast, more song ideas, more sex, and a leisurely walk with Pooh as she chased bugs and even a little bunny rabbit. When the next day was the same, and the next, I slowly felt the worries about the future slip farther away.
When he threw me over his shoulder and up the stairs to make love to me five ways to Sunday, I did not protest one single bit. The one caveat I got in the new world order of work and rest was that songwriting didn’t count as work.
