Watch Your Mouth (Kings of the Ice, #2)

by Kandi Steiner

under her thin-strapped black dress.

“I find it hard to believe you’re anything close to hungry after how many Peanut M&Ms I watched you shovel into your mouth today.” “Interesting that you’re paying so much attention to my mouth, Jaxson Brittain,” I teased, stepping a little closer.

“Oh! How fun! What are you doing there?” I could hear the distraction in her voice, the way you know someone isn’t fully listening. “Trying out for a circus.” “With your balance? Not the best idea.”

“No. No, thank you. It’s a problem, Brittzy. A real problem.” She hiccupped. “I protected you down there. I’m your princess in shining armor.” “That you are,” I agreed,

And I stood in the empty corridor feeling like I’d doused her bright light in my own fucked up shadows.

“Ever done RDLs?” “Rapid Dick Licks?” He nearly choked on the water he was taking a swig of as I skipped ahead of him over to the bench. “Nah, I’m more of a take it slow kind of gal. You know, really swirl the tongue, use both hands, pretend like I have nowhere else in the world to be.” Jaxson let out a groan of an exhale, pinching the bridge of his nose. “You are a menace.” “To society, or to your mental health?” “Both.” “Why, thank you,” I said, and then I hung my hands on my hips. “Alright. Rapid Dick Licks. Let’s do this.”

I shook my head on a smile. “You’re a brat.” “A menace and a brat?” She shimmied her shoulders, already pulling up AllTrails on her phone to find a hike. “Out here earning gold stars left and right.”

I blew out a breath. “Well, the most prevalent feeling is that I want him to blow out my back.”

She slammed the door shut, leaving me to look at the disaster of a room. This is going splendidly.

“You’ve never had chocolate until you’ve had a Caramilk bar. Or a Wunderbar. Or, fuck,” I dragged the word out, stomach grumbling. “A coffee crisp — with your coffee, naturally.”

“Okay, what other great snacks do you have?” “Ever heard of All Dressed Chips?”