Fallen Heirs (Windsor Academy, #3)

by Laura Lee

Reed’s lips twitch. “Never thought I’d see the day, man.” I frown. “The day for what?” “That you became a pussy-whipped motherfucker.”

“How do I know this conversation isn’t an act?” I flick my finger between us.

“Because if you’d get out of your own goddamn head for a second, you’d see the truth staring you in the face. You just need to look, Jazz.”

“And what’s that?” “That I fucking love you, all right? I didn’t want to. God knows I fought it, but I couldn’t stop it. I. Fucking. Love. You.”

“I love you, too, Kingston.”

Whatever you say, my queen.”

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.

“You’re it for me, too, Kingston.”

I rub the bridge of my nose. “I’m sorry, did I miss the part where you asked me to marry your ass?” He smirks. “Oh, baby, like I’d give you a choice.”

“I’d like to think both our moms can see us. Hell, they’re probably hanging out in a fluffy cloud together, with their arms around each other like in that photo on the mantle, gushing about how their babies fell in love.”