The P*ssy Next Door (The Cocky Kingmans, #3)

by Amy Award

Taylor Swift's answer to the "cat lady" insult? Don't threaten me with a good time.

““you’re going to become a cat lady living all alone in a book-filled apartment” is such a weird insult, like when a witch tries to curse you and accidentally gives you the life of your dreams. oh nooo not the cats and the books, however will I manage” BOZE HERRINGTON

But if there was one thing I knew how to do, it was catch a compact package when it was thrown at my head. I zigged to the left, snagged the cat in mid-air, tucked it under my arm like a furry little football, and rolled across Flynn's back, right to the open sliding glass doors that led to my backyard.

“And that's what older brothers are for. I think they get paid extra for being asshats.”

Nothing said flirty banter like death and dismemberment.

We'd be weak little baby birds if we hadn't grown thick skins because of them. But thanks anyway.”

Willa Rosemount had always been my type, with thick thighs and an ass that didn’t quit. But in the past few years, she’d grown even curvier. When had she gotten so damn hot? This hard-on wasn’t going anywhere if I kept thinking about her like that.

“Seven of Nine Lives,” he knew he was in trouble when I used his full name, “you poop. I just got home, and you can't even let me have a snuggle?”

“Sorry I was squishing you, bubby.” I propped him up on my shoulder like a baby and gave his butt some pats.

I had a feeling I was going to need my emotional support Kindle for some escapism later.

I parked and then pulled up the list of pickup lines from some dating coach. One popped out at me immediately. “If I were a cat, I'd spend all nine of my lives with you.”

Lifeline, lifeline. Catch it you fool. This message brought to you from your dick who'd like to get wet some fucking day and your ass who is feeling really fucking lucky to be saved by the pretty girl who threw us said lifeline.

She winked at me. She. Winked. At me. And I was going to have wet dreams about her doing that.

I didn't care where we went as long as I got to be near her.

H. Kingman. She was wearing my jersey. Every bit of blood I had rushed out of my extremities and straight to my cock. The couple of brain cells I had left in my head growled like a cocaine bear inhabited by a very possessive demon. Mine.

But fuck me, I wanted to see Willa wearing my name and number and absolutely nothing else while I enthusiastically consented the shit out of her.

To make sure my mind didn't melt into a pile of bored goo at a thousand and one football games, I ranked the butts of football players. In my head of course.

I'd spent way too much time thinking about Hayes and his dick. But he started it by prancing around naked in his backyard.

They'd never know the joy of curling up with a cat and a good book for a long weekend afternoon.

Wait, where had Seven gone? I wanted to give him another snuggle before I headed out. Poop face.

I swear I was just admiring the color and not staring at the way her boobs were so soft looking and round, just begging for me to press my face between them.

“If you're that enthusiastic about slurping noodles, I can only imagine how good you'll be at other things you can do with your mouth.”

I hadn't even read up on the first kiss yet. Damn it. I called upon my ancestors to bestow upon me natural skill and ability to kiss the daylights out of a girl.

Hello flame, this is the moth calling.

No nookie with Hayes. That was a dangerous path that led to feelings. Ain't nobody got time for feelings.

“No pressure, no expectations. I'm not going to take anything you don't want to give. If you just wanna be friends while you're here, we'll be friends. But might I suggest friends with benefits?”

“You can't tell me who I can and cannot be friends with, or see, or date, or whatever.

“You listen to me now, Mr. Kingman. You kiss me and tell me to enjoy my book while you play video games, and we'll get along just fine and dandy. You hear me?” “Yes, ma'am.” He grinned and did as he was told, once again kissing me till I forgot all about my book and his games and his brothers.

“You're cute if you think I can’t pick you up, haul you over my shoulder, and carry you all the way up to your bedroom, Willa. These muscles are good for a lot more than just playing games.”

“Welcome to Kingman Rescue Services.”

I grabbed for his belt, and there was something about hearing a buckle slide free and a zipper go down that made me weak in the knees.

he'd been studying? Had he been born with all these green flags or was he simply raised this way? “By studying, do you mean watching porn?” He grinned and shrugged. “Some. There are some very educational things on the internet.”

“Under this dress is not the body of a porn star. I've got stretch marks and a squishy belly and my boobs haven't been perky since I was twelve.”

“I don't want a porn star, Willa. I want you.”

“Porn and the bodies in it are nothing more than a fantasy. I'm much more interested in reality, especially the reality of you, in my bed, right here, right now.”

“Tell me what you like, Willa.” I kissed my way down her throat, shoving the straps of her dress aside, loving every bit of the taste of her skin. “Show me what will make you feel good.”

“Anytime I fuck you, and I am going to fuck you, or when I make love to you, or even if we're just fooling around, it will always be about you.”

“You... you masturbate... thinking about me?” Got her. “You're my whole reason to masturbate.”

“Pull your dress up, sweetheart. I want to see what I've been fantasizing about.”

“Don't come until I tell you to, but don't stop touching yourself either.”

I grabbed her hand and brought both to my mouth, sucking her fingers and mine into my mouth. I tasted the essence of us both on my tongue and I'd never forget the salty sweet flavor of us till the day I died.

“I'm definitely going to start reading those. They are clearly more educational than porn.”

The way he so blatantly wanted me and shared himself with me so unabashedly was not something I'd ever experienced before. It was so much more about intimacy, and I wondered if he even knew that's what he did so naturally.

The worry, the fear, the uncertainty of how I was going to make this work, none of it mattered. All that mattered was this man, this incredible, talented, kindhearted man, and the way he made me feel seen, cherished, wanted.

“I was playing for you, Willa. Every moment, every play. All I could think about was making you proud.”

my heart so full it felt ready to burst open and spew out rainbows and unicorns and cotton candy and kittens.

Telling him to get out because I had plans to make his sister come half a dozen times while I learned exactly how she liked her pussy eaten was probably not the right move here.

I was not jealous of a cat. I was not.

“There's no choice to make, Willa. It's you. It will always be you.”

“Why are you so freaking hot? It makes it very hard to resist you.”