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Always the nerdy girl, never the girlfriend~ Until her cocky best friend and his *ahem* rooster take charge.
This is a book of fluff. (Fluff that I worked really hard on and am extremely proud of.) It’s meant for escapism and laughs. We need fluff; it’s the insulation from the harsh world around us. I think it’s important to have fat representation in the media, and I do that by showing fat women getting happy ever afters without ever having to lose weight. However, that doesn’t mean there won’t be any conflict or angst. While it was really important to me to write a story with a confident plus-size - fat - curvy heroine whose inner strength and love for herself doesn’t waver, I will always put
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For all the women who have done, or are doing the work to love yourself from the inside out. You’re allowed to take up space.
A rooster crows only when it sees the light. Put him in the dark and he'll never crow. I have seen the light and I'm crowing.
I may want her to squeeze some parts of my anatomy, but not my throat. Well... maybe.
“Luke, if you weren’t so adorable, I’d cook you for dinner. Come here you little rat.”
We’re just pals and have been since high school when she friend zoned me so hard, I still haven’t recovered. Doesn’t mean I don’t still jerk off in the shower thinking about her. But my mamma didn’t raise no jackasses, and my father ground into all seven of us boys to be gentlemen. She said no, and I would never push that boundary. She wanted to be friends, so we’re friends. Doesn’t mean I don’t look. Every chance I get.
“Luke,” Trixie shouted, “use the force you dumb rooster, use the force.”
Princess Laya, Chew-bock-bock, and Kylo Hen came running over to welcome home their man candy.
“You’re an insufferable flirt, and no. I’m here for the food and the gossip. But give it a few more minutes. There are still some french fries stuck out on the red carpet.”
“There’re french fries? I haven’t seen anything but these weird veggie appetizers. Oops, sorry, Trixie, vegan extraordinaire.” I grabbed Hayes by the unbuttoned collar and gave him a little shake. “You get me some of those filthy vegan treats and I won’t tell your father.”
“Tell him what?” “Everything.” I gave him my best demonic older sister crazy eyes. I didn’t have any siblings, but I’d grown up with these boys and could tease any of them as a well-practiced skill.
“Shit.” Hayes stood back up to his full monstrous height, almost taking my fake nails with him. “Veggie snacks coming right up.”
“Well, Beatrix, if you ever want some Kingman in you, you know where to find me.”
need you to pretend to be my boyfriend at my high school reunion. I know, I know, it’s cringe-worthy, but I have to go because I’m on the committee, of course I am, and I can’t face Rachel, Amanda, and Lacey thinking I’m some lonely cat lady just like they said I would be. Or, uh, in my case, chicken lady.
“Gifts. Trixie likes unique things. Get her something nobody else would think of. “ “Like, hats for her chickens, or oh, arms. I saw those on FlipFlop. They’re hilarious. Trixie likes to laugh,”
“All right, you cocky fucking Kingmans, this is by no means an actual plan, and I have no idea what I’m doing.”
but I didn’t have any words to express how these nosy assholes warmed my heart.
“You’re telling me Luke Skycocker assaulted you with hot sauce?”
“Of course I do. I would never forget the girls who made your life shitty.
“Alright, then. Rooster Rescue it is. But if any of them try to murder me, I’m blaming you.”
I kind of wished I had some feathers sticking out of my ass with the way she was cuddling that guy. He was definitely getting the snuggles I wanted.
and for the thousandth time this morning, I was jealous of poultry.
Hi, sweetie, just a quick note from the airport. You should have said you and that nice Kingman boy were together! How exciting. Be sure to use lots of lube as I’m sure he’s rather large. Sending you two a little something fun I found in Thailand. Talk again in a few weeks!
“A gentleman always provides his lady with only the best nuts.”
I insisted on blasting Taylor Swift the entire car ride home and singing along just so I could avoid talking about that kiss.
Do I need to kill and-or block her? Yes.
“You just got fucking cock blocked by Marie, didn’t you?”
“Now, Trixie, how serious is this thing between you and Chris? Like, are we saving you a seat in the box at the games? Or is this a summer fling?”
swear I’m not normally that girl. Don’t hate me.” “I see you.” Kelli put her hand on my arm. “You had bullies in high school you want to show up, huh?”
“Sorry, buddy, but you’re not cock blocking me. She’s my girl tonight.”
“Don’t you move, unless it’s to take off all your clothes while I put him in his coop.”
Put me down, you can’t pick me up like this.”
“The hell I can’t. Not only am I going to pick you up, I’m going to carry you upstairs to bed.” Trixie smacked me on the shoulder. “Christopher Bridger Kingman, I know I’m a big girl, and you are going to hurt yourself trying to carry me up those stairs.”
“Yes, you’re mine, and I’ve waited a long time for you. So be a good girl and kiss me again like you know you belong with me.”
“Are... are those roosters on your panties?”
“Yeah. And the back says cock blocked.”
There were at least a hundred very interesting sex toys, including dildos, vibrators, and a few things that I couldn’t identify.
“Later, you’re going to tell me why you have a whole menagerie of sex toys, but first, I’m going to make you come with at least a dozen or more of them.”
“Yeah, the first time.” He stroked the vibrator up and down, teasing me with it. “And it’s going to be through your panties, since they’re cock blocking me.”
“Do you use these when you masturbate, Trix?” His voice had gone dark and husky and that sent more tingles through me than the damn toy. I shook my head. “No. I have a normal vibrator that doesn’t have all these bells and whistles.”
“God, you’re fucking sexier than in my wettest dreams. Now be a good girl and come for me, because I want you dripping when I taste your wet cunt.”
GOYKATTDLAGG
“But I want to hear you call me your good girl again while you fuck my mouth.” How the hell had I gotten so lucky to get a woman like Trixie? I reached up and cupped her chin in my hand, kissed her hard, and gave her what she wanted, because we were both going to enjoy it. “Then get on your knees and take this dick like a good girl.”
“Sorry, I think this is a reaction from too much oxytocin, serotonin, and dopamine, from all the orgasms.” “You’re fucking adorable. Anyone else would have just said it was from great sex.”
“Christopher Bridger Kingman,” I said, “you make me want to live a big, bold life filled with friends and family and chickens and football and so much love. I want everyone in the world to know, and I’m not sorry even a little bit that people got to see the passion between us. But I want them to see the pure, unadulterated love we feel too. Will you marry me?”
“Damn it, chickadee. I was gonna ask you the same thing.”
I need you, with your gorgeous curves, on your knees for me. Do you want that, my good girl?”
