The C*ck Down the Block (The Cocky Kingmans, #1)

by Amy Award

For all the women who have done, or are doing the work to love yourself from the inside out. You’re allowed to take up space.

I may want her to squeeze some parts of my anatomy, but not my throat. Well... maybe.

“Luke, if you weren’t so adorable, I’d cook you for dinner. Come here you little rat.”

Time to quit being a dick being controlled by my actual dick and help.

We’re just pals and have been since high school when she friend zoned me so hard, I still haven’t recovered. Doesn’t mean I don’t still jerk off in the shower thinking about her. But my mamma didn’t raise no jackasses, and my father ground into all seven of us boys to be gentlemen.

She said no, and I would never push that boundary. She wanted to be friends, so we’re friends. Doesn’t mean I...

“Luke,” Trixie shouted, “use the force you dumb rooster, use the force.”

Princess Laya, Chew-bock-bock, and Kylo Hen came running over to welcome home their man candy.

“Well, Beatrix, if you ever want some Kingman in you, you know where to find me.”

Christopher Bridger Kingman.”

“Just tell her the truth. That we’ve been friends for years, but that I’ve had a crush on you all that time and finally got up the nerve to do something about it.”

I wasn’t going to be chicken, and that meant, hopefully by tomorrow morning, Luke Skycocker would be the last virgin standing.

and I was so god damned in love with her. This wasn’t the sex talking. I was so fucking in love with Beatrix Moore.

You might want to close the windows the next time you fuck your new girlfriend’s brains out.