Fallen Heirs (Windsor Academy, #3)

by Laura Lee

“Oh, and Davenport?” “What?” “You might want to rethink that little nickname you have for her. Because by the way she rules your ass, Jazz is a motherfucking queen.”

He’s not wrong—Jazz is a motherfucking queen. But he left out one very important distinction. She’s my motherfucking queen.

“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.” I couldn’t fight the smile stretching across my face if I tried. “Yeah?” Jazz nods. “Yeah.” “Good.” I squeeze her ass cheeks. “Because if you didn’t, that would’ve been really fucking awkward.”