The C*ck Down the Block (The Cocky Kingmans #1) by Amy Award EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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- Authors: Amy Award
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CHRIS
I have never been a morning person. The butt crack of dawn can suck
it as far as I’m concerned. I wouldn’t even be awake at this ungodly hour,
getting in some cardio, if it wasn’t for Luke Skycocker, the god-damned
noisiest rooster, who lives next door.
I’d have already thrown him into my morning protein smoothie, feathers
and all, if it wasn’t for Red Pooper One’s owner. Trixie would murder me
with a jar of pickled eggs if I strangled her favorite chicken. Dumb fucking
rooster.
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I may want her to squeeze some parts of my anatomy, but not my throat.
Well… maybe. No. We didn’t have that kind of relationship. What we did
have was a long-standing friend zone situation that meant I got to stare at
her plump ass as long as I didn’t say how good it looked.
Like right now, when she’s bent over in the middle of the damn street to
pick up Luke Skycocker, who is doing his best to terrorize all of our
neighbors into waking up. Every time she got close, he trotted away,
flapping his wings and sounding his annoying alarm clock crow to the
rising sun.
“Luke, if you weren’t so adorable, I’d cook you for dinner. Come here
you little rat.” Trixie crept up on him again, arms outstretched, ready to
snag him, and my heart beat harder than my morning run dictated.
Probably because she was wearing one of those floofy fifties-style
dresses she liked, and every time she bent over, I got a glimpse of the back
of her thick thighs and her sexy as fuck polka dot panties she kept flashing
me. At this point, I was rooting for Luke just so I could stare my fill of…
something I’d never have. Fuck.
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 don’t look. Every chance I get.
If I wasn’t lost in a very dirty fantasy of having her bent over my couch,
I might have seen old Mrs. Bohacek barreling down the road at eleven
miles an hour. She wasn’t tall enough to see over the steering wheel of her
pristine, vintage, one-owner only 1974 Oldsmobile Toronado which
normally wouldn’t matter, but Luke Skycocker was headed straight toward
the front grill, with Trixie trailing behind.
“Trixie, look out for Mrs. Bo in her boat.” I jogged toward her but
picked up speed when Luke took flight. He was headed straight for the
windshield.
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