One taste will never be enough…
You learn a lot about people pouring their drinks and London is what I would consider a regular.
Like clockwork, she’s been coming into my bar twice a week for the last year.
Besides her name, I’ve learned that she’s witty, beautiful, and unfortunately… taken.
She’s in a relationship with a guy that I’m pretty sure doesn’t deserve her.
Respecting that is the only thing stopping me from figuring out the things I really want to know.
Things like, what her body feels like against mine, or how she tastes on my tongue.
But one evening, everything changes. London comes in and tells me that they broke up.
One drink leads to two, and she finally confesses that this attraction isn’t one sided.
Our slow burn is about to get blazing hot.
I wasn’t just looking for a one-night stand, not with a girl like her.
But next thing you know, the ex is back. He’s in my bar, sitting next to her.
We try to act like there isn’t a connection between us.
Like our bodies weren’t made for each other and we didn’t set each other aflame with a single kiss.
Every time I look at her, I see the flash in her eyes that tell me she’s remembering it too.
Re-living every delicious second of our time spent together on top of this very bar.
The problem is now that I know what she tastes like, I want more.
On the rocks. It’s how London prefers her drinks, and the current state of her relationship.
And I’m about to shake things up, because I’ll be damned if I let her get away.
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On the Rocks is the first steamy standalone in the Kingston Brothers Series. Pull up a bar stool and prepare to be entertained as two people fall for each other in this angsty, slow burn romance that will have you fanning yourself!
EXCERPT 1 When Royce wraps his fingers around the back of my neck, my breath hitches. Our first kiss is upon us, and while I shouldn’t admit to this, I’ve imagined this happening a few times.
Ever so softly, his lips touch mine. There isn’t tongue right away, instead, Royce kisses my lips a few times, taking his time. He kisses me like he’s been wanting to do it for years, and now that he finally has the chance, he’s going to enjoy every second.
There’s no need to rush the kiss. It’s gentle yet eager.
I make a noise in the back of my throat as the kiss intensifies. My lips part, giving his tongue access, and he runs it across my bottom lip before sliding it into my mouth. My heart thumps viciously in my chest as heat travels through my body. I let out a wanton moan and bring my hands to his face, needing to be closer.
The warmth and wetness of his tongue glides over mine and I realize that I could’ve imagined this kiss a thousand times and never would’ve been close to how it’s playing out now. Royce doesn’t just kiss me. He makes love to my mouth with his lips and tongue.
I stand and tangle my fingers in his hair, then begin to crawl over the bar. Royce surprises me by gripping my waist and helping me over, placing me on the bar in front of him.
I spread my legs, giving him room to stand between them as our kiss deepens.
STEAMY EXCERPT 2 “If your goal out there, with your little barb, was to make me feel bad, congratulations. I feel bad. I’ve been feeling bad, but I understand I hurt you, so I’ll take the licks you’re handing out, but eventually we’re gonna have to get over this.”
He pushes himself off the wall and steps up to me. My feet move backwards, but soon I’m pushed up against the bathroom door with nowhere to go. The air around us is charged with electricity, and the heat between us rises, seeping into my skin and spreading throughout my body. His face is a hairsbreadth from mine, and I feel his breath against my temple as he speaks. “The only licks I want to hand out are the ones against your wet pussy. I still remember the way you taste, and it’s something I wake up craving in the morning.”
He slides his leg in between mine and moves in even closer. “My goal isn’t to make you feel bad, London. I only want you to feel me. You understand?”
I hold my breath just to keep from panting. It takes everything in me not to grind myself against his thigh. He’s angled his head down, his lips lightly grazing the edge of my ear as he continues to torture me with his words.
“You begged for my cock once before, remember? Tell me you remember.”
“I remember,” I whisper, my pulse jumping.
“Your sweet little pussy dripped for me, and you know what?”
“What?” I say on a breath, blood racing to my pussy and making it throb.
“It’ll happen again.” He steps back and pins me with a look that sends chills up my spine before he turns and walks away.
He fucked me with his words and left, leaving me to melt into a puddle on the floor.
One taste will never be enough…