by KL Fast
Copyright
Delicious Curves
By KL Fast
© KL Fast; Flirty Filth Publishing 2018
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This book is intended for adults only. Contains sexual content and language that may offend some. The suggested reading audience is 18 years or older. I consider this book as Adult Erotic Romance.
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Cover created by Elisa Leigh
Avery Jones has had nothing on her mind but getting her dream job.
She is a woman that isn't afraid to go after what she wants.
So naturally, her talk, dark, and handsome customer is no exception.
Jacob Knox is alpha AF.
He has a hard time controlling his caveman instincts of making the woman he wants, his.
Find out what happens when he finds the beautiful blonde with curves in all the right places.
How will they survive the ultimate test?
Sometimes dreams change and everything you ever wanted is right in front of you.
This is a guaranteed safe HEA written by half of the duo that brought you the Kissing Junction Series.
Delicious Curves is the final installment in the Clearwater Curves series.
Suggested reading order:
Book 1: Sweet Curves by Elisa Leigh
Book 2: Fancy Curves by M.K. Moore
Book 3: Sharp Curves by C.M. Steele
Book 4: Delicious Curves by KL Fast
Dedicated to all the beautiful women out there. You are all beautiful no matter your size.
Prologue
Avery
Oh. My. God! Please help me get through this meeting so I can get my tacos. Yeah, yeah, I know. Who goes to a weight loss meeting and plans on eating tacos after? Me, that’s who. I am perfectly fine with the way I look, but I figured it would be a cool place to make fellow fat friends. Not that I don't like my skinny friends, but there is just something about meeting people who get you on a personal level. I walk in two minutes late, okay fine it’s five, but who's counting? I make my way to one of the only seats left and plop down. Right then I hear one of the ladies say that they work at my favorite ice cream shop.
“Oh, my fucking God, I love that place!” I look over at them practically screaming.
“Must be why I’m in this place,” I mutter under my breath, causing the other two beside me to laugh.
“Thanks. I’m Lanie, this is Fancy.”
“Avery. But seriously, that place is sin in a bowl. I go by sometimes after work. I’m a server at Sean’s Crab Shack.”
“Oh God, you guys have the best shrimp like ever,” Lanie says with a dreamy sigh.
“I love their crab legs,” Fancy says.
“I fucking hate anything to do with fish, but it’s a paying job, and I need the money,” I say with a heavy sigh. I really, really fucking hate fish, and it makes me stink. I need a damn lemon bath after every shift.
They laugh, and then Bitch Face Brittany shushes us. God, I fucking hate her.
I have hated her since we were in high school and she told
everyone that I tried to make out with her. Bitch, please. If I was going to make out with a girl, it sure as shit would not be her. I scratch my nose with my middle finger flipping her off. Her face turns a nasty, blotchy red color. She shouldn't even be allowed in a weight loss meeting anyways. She has never been fat, and she looks like a plastic surgeon threw up all over her body. I turn my back to her and start talking to the girls.
A few minutes later a woman bursts through the doors, wearing a pair of killer heels that I’m dying to try on. She walks over and sits beside Fancy. “Sorry, I’m late. I had a client that took a while.”
“Oh, that’s okay Stella dear-” The leader says, but is interrupted by Brittany. “The meeting started fifteen minutes ago.”
“I said I was sorry, I’m not going to say it again.” The woman who is now sitting next to Fancy replies.
“Preach it, sister.” Finally, someone else is bitching her out. I want to jump up and scream ‘ah ha’ into her face, but I reign myself in.
“That’s the problem with you people.”
“She did not just say, you people. Tell me I’m hearing things
and this bitch isn’t starting something she can’t finish.” I’m fuming. I am finally going to snap, this is it. I’m going to kill her.
Crossing her arms, Brittany walks toward us. “You want to know why you’ll never look like me?”
“Not really,” Fancy says looking pissed.
“It’s people like you who sit on your fat ass every day, binge eating carbs, complaining about your bodies and never doing anything about it that proves my point. Fat people are lazy and gross. You make me sick.”
As soon as the last word leaves her lips, I am punching her stupid plastic face. As I shake out my hand, Brittany is flat on her back, holding her face, screeching. I don’t think I have ever been this mad before. No one deserves to be talked to like that no matter how big or small they are.
“Listen up cunt bag. I’m proud of my “fat ass.” You have no idea who I am or what you’re dealing with, so watch yourself.” I look up and see everyone staring at me with their mouths hanging open wide. “What? Don’t act like you guys didn't want to punch her yourselves.”
A couple of the ladies go over to Brittany and help her up.
“You bitch! You broke my nose.”
I turn toward her. “Oh, shut up. Now I am going to leave. If you
wanna call the cops, go ahead but just remember that I know things you'd never want to get out. Who knows what might pop out in the cop car.” She pales visibly and nods her head.
“So, uh, I’m going to leave too. Thanks for having me.” Fancy says as she comes to stand beside me. Lanie and Stella come and stand next to us as well. “We're leaving too.”
Damn. I knew it was a great idea to come tonight. Not only did I get to punch out bitch face, but I also made three new friends.
“I can’t believe you hit her,” Stella says as we stand around talking in the parking lot.
“I can’t believe you called her a cunt bag.” Lanie snorts, tears filling her eyes from laughing.
“I hate bitches like that. How’s your hand doing?” Fancy asks me.
“Meh. I need a taco and a margarita. Who’s in?” I ask.
“What about your hand? You need to get it looked at.” Stella says, sounding concerned.
“I’ll be fine. This isn’t the first time I’ve hit somebody, probably won’t be the last.” I tell her with a smirk.
So, we go get tacos and margaritas, never going back to the meetings. Instead, we vow to go out at least once a week for a girl’s night, and that is how the curvy girls of Cle
arwater became best friends. Lanie always says we are kind of like some grown up curvy version of “The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants.” Except instead we share margaritas and not jeans.
Chapter One
Avery
Holy Tacos! Today is never ending. I definitely drank way too much last night with the girls. Three pitchers of margaritas and a fuck ton of tacos called for a good night, but a hangover from hell when I woke up this morning. Work has been busy all day, and my feet are killing me. I look at the clock and see that it is only ten and I still have an hour before he comes. I don't know his name or anything about him really. Only that he always sits in my section. He only orders a beer and always just sits there, watching me.
He always comes in thirty minutes before my shift is over and he doesn't leave until my shift is done, seeming to always walk out the door at the same time I do. I swear to God, I can feel him watching me until I get in my car and drive away.
I know it should freak me out, and maybe it's borderline stalking, but I don’t care. For some reason, he makes me feel protected, safe and cared for all the while making my body ache for his touch. The girls think I am psychotic and need help because it doesn't scare me. I hear a whole bunch of hooting and hollering coming from the front. Must be a shit ton of drunk guys. Please don't be in my section. Please don't be in my section. I swear under my breath when Rachel tells them that I will be their server and that I should be with them in a minute. After they are seated, she walks over to me.
“Fuck, I hate that we are so close to the beach. I swear, we get
more drunks here then the clubs down the street.” She says with a huff.
“Hey, it’s not all bad. At least we get a nice view.” I tell her
trying to make her look on the bright side of things.
She chuckles. “True, but it doesn't mean I wanna deal with those fuck heads on a regular basis. It’s like I am surrounded by them eleven hours a day.”
She has a point there. I want to pull my hair out most of the time. I am just trying not to drown in student loans. When I went to college, I had everything planned out. I was going to get my master’s degree in psychology and make sure I had a job lined up before I graduated. That was ten months ago, and I still haven't gotten a call back. So, I have to suck it up and stay here until I can find my dream job at a troubled youth program. Somewhere I will be able to help kids in a way that other people can’t.
“I think you need to come over to my place and we can have a bitch fest,” I say. She'll fit right into our little group. You can never have too many friends, and I know the girls will love her.
“Deal.” She laughs.
I sigh, before plastering a smile on my face and turn toward the rowdy party. Shit, it looks like all the drunk beach bums are here. I hate working at this shitty restaurant and wearing this ridiculously tight uniform. Don’t get me wrong, I love my curves, and I am proud of them but having drunk guys drooling all over me is not my thing. Neither is having sleazy men try and grab my ass.
“Hi, guys! Welcome to Sean’s. My name is Avery, and I’ll be
your waitress. What can I start you guys off with?”
A guy whistles and wags his eyebrows at me. “How about you?” All his friends snicker, and it takes everything in me to stop myself from rolling my eyes at the dick.
“Sorry. I’m not on the menu, but how about I bring you guys some waters and maybe you’ll be ready to order.” I take a step back and turn on my heels, walking away to get them a drink, which I would like to pour on their heads.
“What did they just say to you?”
I scoff. “They are just dicks. I can handle them.”
She doesn't look convinced and bites her lip. “Are you sure? There are a lot of them, and they are pretty big.”
I arch my brow at her. “Babes, you do realize that I am a big girl and I would kick their asses if I had to, right? They are harmless. Just some drunks looking for an easy lay. Don't you worry about me.” I need to make a point to talk to her about why she looks so nervous, better yet why she seems almost terrified when big men come around her.
I grab the tray full of drinks and make my way back to my table. Some of the guys are on their phones, but most of them are talking. Well, talking is putting it mildly. They are almost screaming at each other as if they talk louder, they would understand what the other was trying to say. Fuck, they are way drunker than I thought. One of them sees me, and he gives me a drunken smile.
“Blondie, you’re back.”
I give him a forced smile. “I sure am. Did you guys decide what you wanted?” I ask as I hand out their waters.
“We all want the crab cake platters with a side of pink taco, preferably yours.”
Ewww! What the fuck, who the hell says that? Don’t scream at the prick. Don’t do it. You need this job. I take a deep breath. It’s all good, they will be gone soon, and my mystery man will be here.
“Sorry Sir, but as I said, I am not on the menu. I will get you guys your food. Did you want anything to drink besides water?”
“Not unless you got some beer back there.”
“Tap or bottle?”
“How about two pitchers of whatever you have on tap?”
“Sure thing, I’ll get those out to you and get your order going.”
They all make “wahoo” noises besides the creepy one who keeps trying to make a pass at me. He just keeps staring at me. I can feel his eyes boring into my back as I walk over to get their orders in. I wait on my other tables making sure everyone is taken care of. The drunk-Os are being bratty and throwing stuff, making a complete mess of my section. Like that's what I want to deal with after they leave tonight.
I am surprised Mason, the manager of Sean’s Crab Shack, hasn't come out of the back and said something. I walk over to them, pitchers in hand placing them on their table and tell them their food is almost ready. Luckily, they just laugh and say “okay.”
At least Mr. Creepy keeps his mouth shut. When I get to the back, their food is ready, and I see Rachel already waiting to help me bring their food to them. She looks like she would rather chew on glass than have to deal with the table of rowdy guys.
“Thank you for helping grab this stuff. The faster we feed them, the faster they get out.” I tell her with a smile. She nods, and we take the two heavy trays to their table. Once they get their food, the noise almost immediately stops as they all settle and are seemingly content with mowing down their food.
When we get back to the counter, I sigh in relief as I finally sit down for the first time in an hour. Hopefully, they will be out of here before my mystery man gets here, because I don't want to have to deal with their crazy shenanigans.
All I really want to do is finally talk to him and ask him his name and try not to attack him with my mouth. With that mouth of his I know he must be an amazing kisser. I don't know how long I’m in la-la land, but eventually, I hear Lenny say, “order up.” I look over to the table and see that everyone is done eating. Let’s get this over with. I walk back over to them.
“All right fellas. Will this be on one check or are we all paying separately?”
Mr. Creepy stands up from the table, and I immediately take a step back, but he advances and answers for all of them. “Just one, but I’m going to pay you with my cock instead of cash?”
Chapter Two
Jacob
As I walk up to the restaurant, I expect to see the woman who has been invading my every thought for the last two weeks. The minute I laid eyes on her, I knew she was mine. I keep coming in here thinking today is the day I claim her. Somehow, whenever I see her all my carefully thought out plans to ask her out fly out the window.
All I want to do is throw her over my shoulder like a caveman, tell her she is mine and carry her out of this shitty restaurant. From there I’ll take her to my house in the middle of nowhere. I don't think she would take too kindly to that though.
When I walk in, I see my woman being manhan
dled by some jock and his hand on her ass. I see red and growl. Before I know it, I am over to him and have him by the throat and up laying on the table.
“Who the fuck do you think you are touching what is mine?” I roar into his face. He gasps and is clawing at my hand that is squeezing his throat. I am going to kill him for putting that look on her face. I squeeze a little harder until I feel soft, delicate hands touch my arm.
“Let him go.” My Treasure says in a firm voice. I don't take my eyes off him, but I do loosen my grip.
“He touched you,” I growl out. Her hold on my arm tightens.
“Let him go. I can't have you going to jail when I just found you.” I whip my head around and look into her deep green eyes. She pointedly looks down at my arm and then back up to me. “Let him go, please.”
I could never say no to her. I let him go, and he starts to cough. “I'm going to call the cops, and have you arrested.” He wheezes out as he gets off the table and goes toward his buddies who are all standing there looking terrified. I take a step toward him but my sweet love steps in front of me. My six-foot-five-inch frame towering over her.
“Try it douche hole, and I’ll press charges too. We wouldn't want mommy and daddy taking away your trust fund, now would we?” The fucker takes a step toward us as the manager of Sean's walks out to the dining area and looks around.
“Avery, what the hell’s going on?”
One of the boys goes to open his mouth, but one look at me has him shutting his trap.
“Everything's okay, Mason. It was just a misunderstanding. Aren’t that right boys?”
We all nod. He doesn't look convinced, but he leaves well enough alone. For someone so tiny, she sure can command a room.
“These guys still need to pay, but I'm going to have to take off early tonight. That okay?” She points to the table of dipshits while she looks at her manager.
“Yeah, yeah sure. You weren't supposed to come in today anyway.”
“Okay, thanks.” She turns back to me and looks up. “Wait outside while I get my stuff.” She says in a firm voice that leaves no room for argument. Damn, she really is a feisty one, and I fucking love it.