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  The Cuddler

  Meet Your Man

  Liv Kingstown

  The Cuddler by Liv Kingstown

  Edited by Kim Burger

  All rights reserved © 2018 Babe Fuel Books. This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this novel are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, actual events or locales is purely coincidental.

  This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner without the expressed written permission of the author. This book may also not be re-sold, transferred, or given to other people without written permission of the author.

  Contents

  1. Lee

  2. Kevin

  3. Lee

  4. Kevin

  5. Lee

  6. Kevin

  7. Lee

  8. Kevin

  9. Lee

  10. Kevin

  11. Lee

  12. Kevin

  13. Lee

  14. Kevin

  15. Lee

  16. Kevin

  17. Lee

  18. Kevin

  19. Lee

  20. Kevin

  21. Lee

  22. Kevin

  23. Lee

  24. Kevin

  Acknowledgments

  About the Author

  The Kisser

  Prologue

  Taylor

  1

  Lee

  “Girl, you are going to get into so much trouble tonight.”

  I look in the mirror and blush. Delaney certainly did a good job at making me over. I do not look like myself.

  “Don’t you think it’s a bit much?” I ask, blinking. I’ve never worn false lashes before and I can’t tell if my eyelids feel heavier or if they want to take flight.

  “No,” she whines, spritzing my hair with a little hairspray to control the flyaways. “The whole point of tonight is to get you into trouble. No man is going to resist you. With this look, you’ll be able to take your pick. Pick any man you want.”

  I scowl at my own reflection. “With this look, they’ll think I’m a slut, or worse, a prostitute.”

  “That’s what you want, isn’t it?” Delaney pauses with hairspray and comb in hand to purse her matte maroon lips at me. Her black hair has been poufed to the top of her head and twisted into an up-do at the back.

  Delaney, at least, looks like a slut with style—a vintage slut. But me? I just look like I’m desperate.

  “Well...” I squint in the mirror and bite my lip. My lips are painted cherry and they taste like cherry, too. “I guess that’s what I want.”

  “Listen,” she says, dropping the comb and hairspray on the counter to fold her arms across her chest. She’s wearing a fitted red turtleneck top and a long black pencil skirt, a more conservative look for her, which I appreciate. Men buzz around Delaney like flies and she’s the flypaper but tonight she genuinely wants me to be in the spotlight.

  I’ve known Delaney my whole life. We’ve always been the best of friends. We used to live near one another, here in the city, all the way up until our freshman year in high school, which was the year my mother passed away and my father decided to move us to the country.

  It’s been my father and me for years, although Delaney and I stayed in touch. After graduation, I took online college courses, but Delaney and I never gave up on our dream to become roommates one day. Once she graduated from college, I moved in with her into her apartment in the city only to have to move right back out just weeks later.

  Yep, just one month ago, I had to ditch the dream to move right back in with my father.

  But I’m back in the city for a few days. It’s all Delaney’s idea: Party Week. Although its only half a week, and the first thing on her agenda is to get me laid.

  Truth be told, I’m ready to get freaky with someone. It’s been over a month since my boyfriend broke up with me. He had planned to move to be close to me in the city, but then he cheated. It was devastating, of course. You think you love someone, believing he’s also in love with you, and that your love will outlast everything, but what I learned from my ex is that love has limits.

  I’m over the break up now. It was easy to get over my ex since he had sex with someone else and showed absolutely no interest in me afterward. I can’t blame him, except my father does and remains very upset. My boyfriend and I had been together for several years. In truth, I believe my father was more upset than me over the cheating. My father had grown fond of my ex and when I moved back home, Dad wouldn’t stop trying to coddle me whenever I’d start thinking about it.

  I guess the resentment of trusting someone showed on my face.

  I needed a break from him—from Dad. So, I came to the city to be with Delaney and once we got to talking, I admitted I still wanted to be held. I missed the physical affection and it would be nice to be made love to plus kissed and cuddled before—

  “Ow!”

  “Sorry,” Delaney sings. Her tone says she’s not sorry. “I had to get that one little hair under your brow line. Darn stragglers. Don’t you hate those?” She pinches the tweezers in her hands.

  “Sure,” I say, ready to rub the throbbing space but Delaney pulls my hand away before I can mess with her makeover masterpiece.

  “I think we’re done, babe.”

  I tilt my head to the side to look past Delaney and stand up from the stool to see myself.

  Damn, she really did one over on me and I’m not sure how I feel about this look.

  I’m in a short-sleeved fitted black dress that stops short right under my ass with a plunging neckline that exposes the full length of my cleavage and drops all the way down to my midriff. She’s straightened my frizzy dirty-blonde hair, which shines with all the products she’s put in it as if I had some highlights added.

  I’m happy to say my hazel eyes are poppin’. With all the smokey gray and dark brown shadow plus the bold black winged eyeliner Delaney caked along my lids, my eyes do seem bigger than they ever have. Plus, my nose and my cheekbones...

  Wow, they glitter!

  “Do you like it?” Delaney is eager to seek my approval. “Honestly, it doesn’t really matter if you like it or not because I know the men are going to like it. But still, I want you to be happy because this is your night, your night to feel sexy and be loved.”

  Loved. My insides are aglow. The thought makes my breasts perk up and I know why Delaney chose this dress. My tits are one of my very best assets. Delaney and I fought about putting them on display. I’m somewhat self-conscious about my chest, though that’s nothing new. They’re rather big for my slender frame. I wonder what my ex would say if he could see me now.

  I look hot.

  “I like it,” I tell Delaney. And it’s the truth.

  “Yay,” she cheers with a clap of her hands. “You are so going to have sex tonight. Did you shave?” Her tone has changed. She sounds like my mother. My eyes still get wet with thoughts of my mother, but Delaney’s mothering warms my soul.

  “Yes, I shaved.” I glance over my legs.

  She points at my crotch. “No, I mean down there. Did you shave it? I completely forgot to ask earlier.”

  I roll my eyes. “Yes.”

  “What about your pits? Let me see. Lift.” She tugs at my elbow.

  “Delaney, I shaved!” I pull my arm back.

  “I’m just checking,” she shakes her head. “You’re such a country girl now. How many condoms did you pack in your mini purse?”

  “Three.”

  Her eyes glaze me over. “Maybe you should pack a couple more.”

  “I’m planning to hook up, not sleep over.”

  “But what if you like the guy you
end up going home with?”

  I laugh. “Delaney, it doesn’t matter how much I like him or even if he likes me. Tonight, is all about sex and that’s it.” I pop my eyes open wide so she understands but I find myself blinking. I’m still trying to get used to these lashes. “And besides, the second he taps into me, it’ll be over. Guys don’t fall for girls who put out on the first night and certainly not for girls they pick up from a club.”

  Delaney sighs. Her eyes are getting wet.

  “Don’t feel sorry for me, Delaney,” I warn. “We talked about the sad faces when we’re together.”

  “I know,” she says, sniffling. “I just love you, you know. It’s sad your ex—” She looks like she’s choking.

  “Please, don’t cry. You’re going to make me cry.” I inhale, attempting to hold back the tears while fanning my face.

  Delaney hugs me, tilting her head down to rest her cheek along the pillow of my breast. “I’ve always been jealous of these.”

  I chuckle. “That’s crazy.”

  “No, really,” her big eyes wander up and our eyes meet. “No matter what happens, Lee, you know you can always call me. You know you got me, right? I’m always going to be your bestie through thick and thin, through sickness and in health, and all that other commitment crap. I’m here for you—always. Whatever you need from me, just ask. If, for whatever reason, tonight doesn’t go your way, just call me and I’ll come to pick you up, okay?”

  I smile and give Delaney a big hug back. “Okay.”

  “Good,” she stands up, looking at my tits and grabs a soft makeup brush plus more highlighter powder. She dabs the top of each boob, making them shine and steps back to examine my shimmery chest. There’s a glimmer in her eyes. “You are absolutely irresistible. I’m so glad you let me do this to you. Tonight, you’ll have your pick.”

  2

  Kevin

  I step out of my Blue Chevy Camaro and turn my head about, searching the scene, as I straighten my royal blue dress shirt and re-tuck the hem into my black J. Crew Ludlow tuxedo pant.

  “Spence!” yells Poe from the backseat. “Let me out!”

  Spencer steps out of the passenger seat. I really wish he’d wear something other than one of his usual, go-to gray bodybuilder T-shirts. I understand as a personal trainer the guy works hard on his biceps—sixteen hours a day—but that shirt stretched around the circumference of his upper arms does not go well with his loose gray slacks and the red blazer he has folded over his arm.

  Spence leans down to let Poe out of the back.

  Poe doesn’t look good either in his black suit with a black tie over a white collared shirt, which is completely wrinkled from being on him at work all day. It’s Saturday, but he had to go in, staying late, to put the final details on his presentation, so I’m sure he also stinks.

  I don’t know why these guys don’t listen to me. At a minimum, Poe should’ve showered.

  As usual, I’ll be the only one gettin’ any tonight, but that’s fine by me. These guys keep saying they want to learn from me, but they don’t listen, much less follow through on a damn thing I say.

  I check for my keys and wallet in my pockets, double checking for a condom, which I’ve got in case I don’t make it all the way home. Last week, I fucked a redheaded little cutie in my back seat right here in the parking lot.

  Shutting my door, I peer into the window’s reflection and smooth my blond hair back at the temples with the heel of my palms when I’m distracted by yelling. Spencer and Poe are arguing like a couple of two-year-olds.

  “Hey!” I snap, staring the two losers down with my steel-gray eyes. “Will you two shut the fuck up? There are chicks around.”

  “Spence wants my tie,” shouts Poe. “He thinks it would match better with his outfit.”

  These jokers have got to be kidding me. I can’t remember why I even hang out with them or how we all became friends...

  Oh yeah, I growl to myself. I work with them.

  Rubbing my forehead, I sigh. “Spence, no tie. Poe, fix your collar.”

  Both do as I say but they pause as a group of pretty girls heading towards the club’s entrance walk by. A few side glances accompanied by smiles flash my way.

  I cock my chin up and smile with a wink.

  One. Two. Three. They each giggle in order as if on cue as they walk past me.

  The last one waves, “Hi.”

  “Hi,” I say firmly, putting my hands in my pockets, leaning back on my car, and tilting my head to the side.

  The young lady in a sleek spaghetti strap purple dress and decent sized breasts stops. Retracing her steps, she walks backward. “Aren’t you going inside?”

  I look her over from head to toe. I could easily yank that entire dress off with one easy chomp and a quick pull of my teeth.

  I capture her gaze and hold it. “I am. Are you?”

  Her wavy brown hair lifts from her face as the wind blows and she blushes with a pretty smile and a sway. “I am.”

  Pulling my hand from my pocket, I rub a knuckle down my scruffy jaw. Swiping my tongue across my bottom lower lip—left, right, then left again to wet my lips—I smile. I’m fairly sure the girl just came in her panties with the hitch in her breath. I put my hand back in my pocket. “Are you going to let me buy you a drink?”

  She wraps her hands behind her back. “Sure,” she sings, smiling widely.

  I cock my chin down and talk lowly. “Don’t make it hard for me to find you. Understand?”

  She blinks coyly. “You’re a dominant one.”

  “Nah,” I shy. “But I’ll come for you.”

  She sways, using more hip. “You promise?”

  I glower at her chest, so she sees me intentionally checking her out. “I promise to come for you if you promise to be a good girl for me later. How’s that sound to you?”

  She swivels again slightly. “That sounds good.”

  “Great,” I cock my head to the opposite side. “Well, you’d better get in there and I’ll see you inside.”

  “All right.” She checks me out one more time and I bite my lip with a smile, keeping my gaze fixed on her eyes.

  Her eyes fall flat. She senses it now—what I might have in store for her, what she always knew was missing from her life. I’ve got it and she wants it, but she also senses it’s not something I’m going to give away easily. She’s going to have to work for it. She’s going to have to play the game. Her eyes narrow. “I will see you later, right?”

  I take two steps towards her and lean in to talk in her ear. Blowing heavily, I speak without touching her. “If you behave tonight, then I’ll be seeing you much, much later, so do as I say and go on with your friends.”

  “Okay.” She inhales with another hitch in her breath and smiles once more before she runs away, catching up to the other girls watching and waiting.

  I keep my eye on her, following the group of young women as they continually check back at me between their gossip while they maneuver through the parking lot until they are beyond earshot.

  “How the fuck do you do that?” blurts Poe as he slams the passenger door shut.

  “Hey, watch the car!” I warn.

  “I want to know how you did that? We haven’t even gotten inside the club yet and you’ve already got a chick desperate for you to take her home.”

  “He’s not going to take her home,” says Spencer.

  “What do you mean he’s not going to take her home?” Poe looks like he’s about to pop a coronary. “You just assured that poor girl, without even knowing her name, that you plan to take her home and she’s beauuuuutiful. How can you not take her home?”

  “Her tits are too small,” replies Spencer.

  “What?” Poe pulls on his hair with both hands as we start walking towards the club.

  “I’m a boob man,” I confirm with a strut.

  “That’s ridiculous. And insane. So, you were gaming her?” Poe seems utterly distraught, which is odd since most dudes would be fairly imp
ressed. “Why would you do that to her? If you were not interested in that girl from the start, then why would you play her like that?”

  “Because chicks play us all the time, so relax. And besides, I still might take her home later. You know? In case I don’t hook up with anyone else.”

  “Kevin, I’m ashamed to say, up until this moment, I thought you were cool.” Poe sounds genuinely upset. “But now I feel kinda sorry for you, dude.”

  Now, that pisses me off.

  I stop, crossing my arms. “What the fuck, Poe? This is not the place where you’re going to meet your future wife. We’re about to enter a club. This is the place where we get shitfaced, so we have no remorse about who the hell we take home to fuck tonight.”

  “Wow, Kev. Somebody really messed you up.” He grimaces.

  “Fuck you.” I flash him a fist. “Nobody messed me up. Chicks dig me because I understand them. I know what they want and I give it to ‘em.”

  “And then you break their heart, leaving guys like Spencer and me to pick up the pieces.”

  Spencer nods his head in agreement with Poe. Now, that pisses me off even more!

  I flail my arms and point a finger. “Why the hell am I even talking to you dummies about this for?”

  “Because one day,” Poe points his finger back at me, “one of those chicks is going to break your heart and you’ll regret ever playing this game.”

  What a fucking overly sensitive piece of shit!

  I turn my back to Poe and start walking. He mumbles and I warn him to keep away. I tell him to keep back at least ten feet because he stinks, which causes him to pause and smell-check himself.