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.”

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 don’t look. Every chance I get.

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

An orgasm a day keeps the blues away,

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

“Quit being so adorable and sweet. Now feed me and tell me I’m pretty.”

“If you don’t either ply me with sugar or alcohol or both, I’m going to die in the next twelve seconds.”

“This better be good. I was about to get my dick wet. Again.” “Your dick gets any wetter and it’s going to shrivel up like wrinkly fingers in the bathtub.”

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

“If you think you’re going to bang Trixie and then leave her high and dry, I’m here to tell you that is a career ending decision. Because you won’t recover from the beating the rest of us will give you.”

“A gentleman always provides his lady with only the best nuts.”

“Your girl, huh?” I shouldered my way into her room and over to the big, lush bed covered in about a thousand too many pillows. “Yes, you’re mine, and I’ve waited a long time for you. So be a good girl and kiss me again like you know you belong with me.”

“Take up space, Beatrix. Don’t apologize, and don’t let the world shame you for being you.”