Fallen Heirs (Windsor Academy, #3)

by Laura Lee

The other major downfall is there’s no way I’ll be able to gorge on mashed potatoes in this thing, and I really fucking love mashed potatoes.

I don’t know how this man can always sense what I need. He sees me like no one else can. Whether it’s tempting me with his body because he knows I need a physical release, or picking a stupid fight because it allows me to vent the frustrations running through my head, or playfully teasing me because I could use a good laugh, Kingston just knows. The funny thing is, I don’t think he even tries. He’s so attuned to me, it’s pure instinct.

I press my lips against his. “I love you.” Kingston smiles. “Say it again.” “I.” Kiss. “Love.” Kiss. “You.” Kingston fists my hair as he ravages my mouth until we’re both panting, wanting more. “Damn it, we need to get out there. You go first. My goddamn dick won’t go down with you in the room.”

Jazz Rivera is the one. The only. I want this woman to have my babies. I want her face to be the one I see every morning when I wake up, and every evening before I fall asleep. I want to laugh with her, hold her when she cries, fuck her until she sees stars. I want us to grow old together and watch our children have their own children. Some people would probably say I’m naïve, that eighteen is far too young to know when you’ve met the person you’re going to spend the rest of your life with, but I’d tell those people to fuck off. There’s not a doubt in my mind, she’s it for me.

“Davenport, you better put a ring on it before that shit gets out. If the dudes find out someone who looks as good as she does can cook, you’re fucked.”

😂

Jazz smiles when her mocha eyes find mine. I don’t know if I’ll ever get used to this feeling. When she looks at me like that, like she’s truly happy—that I’m responsible for that—I feel like the luckiest bastard on earth.