The Wiener Across the Way (The Cocky Kingmans, #2)

by Amy Award

“Imagine a world, a rustic paradise, where the Wi-Fi is weak, but the connection,” he pointed to his heart and then mine, “is strong. Where there’s only one comfy bed, but it’s big enough for two.”

“God, Kelsey, you’re driving me crazy. But not yet, I want you so badly, and I’m going to make sure you remember this for the rest of your life.”

“I love you too, Kelsey Best. I’ve never felt this way about anyone, and I think it’s because my heart was waiting for you.”

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, that all bodies were beautiful and I loved my curves. But all women had days where they didn’t feel great about the way they looked. And the pressure on me to be positive, happy, and confident all the time was... probably part of the problem with this bout of exhaustion. It was a lot of work to be what the world wanted me to be every day.

“Read your book, Kelsey. Be a good girl while I eat your pussy until you come on my face.”

“But you...” Her voice cracked, but she steadied it with a deep breath. “You’re the most real person I’ve ever known. How can I not love you?” Those tears spilled over, and I wasn’t for one second ashamed of showing her the emotions that were quite literally pouring out of me. She believed what we had was real.

Was I in a romance novel right now? Because it sure as hell felt like it.

Everything had changed, and I knew one thing that I’d whisper on a soft tune every single one of our midnights. “You are the king of my heart.”