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

by Amy Award

She's going to create a blank space in my heart, and I don't think I'm going to be able to shake it off.

For all the women who’ve never been skinny dipping because you weren’t skinny. You can go chunky dunkin’ with me and the Kingman boys.

I went straight to my room and changed into day jammies.

Day jammies is relatable af

Chris could have Barney the Dinosaur on his playlist and Trixie would still think he was the bees’ knees. They were disgustingly cute and absolute couple goals.

Pen pulled up a picture filled with a whole army of handsome giants, including Declan and the girl. That’s their family? Who hit them with the supermodel stick?

Been there, done that, got the 2xl t-shirt.

Super good-looking, taller than me, nice to kids and animals, he liked to read, and even used his local library? No. Where were his red flags?

“I’m not a dickhead. I’m a princess, and don’t you forget it.

Im both

Ev might be our love guru, but the twins were sleeping their way through the entire student body at DSU.

Our handsome hottie from the concert is the delicious six-foot-five Declan Kingman, who is a football player here in Denver. His team is... the blue horses?

Relatable af. I love a blue horse.

“I’d love to see a day in the life behind the scenes. You put a lot of effort into this, so, yes. I’m interested.”

Swoon

If this was what fake dating Declan Kingman was like, I was going to enjoy it way more than real dating anyone else.

“Don’t you be a Gretchen Weiner and try to horn in, naughty little poop.”

I already knew I was a people pleaser, but being called a good girl by a rough and tumble man like Declan did things to a lady.

He was built like a god, the kind that fought battles, not posed for a camera.

I didn’t question even for a second if my thighs or my ass were too big for him, if the rolls of my skin would turn him off, or if he would want the lights out.

was there anything sexier than a man who actually asked for consent?

I played with lyrics about sunlit lakes and sun-kissed skin, about the freedom of diving into cool water unashamed and unafraid. I sang of laughter bubbling to the surface, echoing across the water, a celebration of every curve, every line, every imperfection.