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

by Amy Award

Kelsey Best, the pop sensation most people knew only from headlines and her music, was in her element and it was sexy as fuck.

Kelsey sang this love song about being cozy with the one you love, and I swear to god she was looking right at me. Why would she do that to my heart? I was dead now. Deceased. Dust.

“I’ll bend over for you, if you bend over for me.” We were getting racy now, were we? Two could play at that game. “Mr. Kingman. I’m surprised. Are you offering to let me peg you?” Yep. That came out of my mouth. “I’ve never actually tried it, but if that’s what turns you on, my sweet songbird,” his voice was dripping with sensuality, and I found myself squirming, waiting to see what he’d say next, “I’d be game to check it out.”

“What’s always about a girl?” “Everything. Fat bottomed girls make the rocking world go round.”

“Alright, you got your damn picture.” I held my hands up and glared at the people taking pictures. I didn’t yell. I just used my best linebacker growl. “Back off. Now.” To my surprise, they actually started to disperse. It might have been because Wiener the Pooh peed on the closest guy’s shoe and looked like she was gearing up to shit on them too. Good dog. She was getting more cheese and peanut butter treats from me later.

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

“You are the king of my heart.”