Princes of Legacy (Royals of Forsyth University, #9)

by Angel Lawson

“You’re not scary, you’re just protective. It’s sweet,” I decide, but then amend, “annoying, but sweet.”

Mrs. Crane gives Heather a sour look. “For beating up a frilly frat boy? He better have gotten on his knees afterward and licked your pussy like a waffle cone.”

Justice’s hand is balled into a loose fist beneath his chin, but his middle finger is very clearly unfolded.

I watched you eat bacon this morning and turn it into milk to feed our son. That shit is pure wizardry.”