Riot Act (Crooked Sinners)

by Callie Hart

Why the fuck does my dick hurt? Whythefuckdoesmydickhurt!

WHAT IS IT WITH THESE MEN AND HURTING THEIR DICKS

And he was still wearing the friendship bracelet.

“Hey, what the hell do you have tied around your wrist?” “What?” He points. “You are wearing a friendship bracelet.” “I am not.”

My admiration presents itself in a swift pinch of her calf. She kicks me in return.

“All right. If you’re so intent on straddling me in public, then make it worth my while. Put me inside you.”

“That was so fucked, man. I just saw parts of Jacobi that should never be seen. By anyone. Not even a proctologist.”

I want to live. I want to live. I want to live.

MY HEARTT 😭💔

The kiss sears my fucking soul.

I have feelings for Chase. Big ones. Scary ones. Run-away-and-hide-in-a-dark-closet feelings. If I don’t get my head around them soon, I’m gonna wind up doing or saying something that will not only hurt her but fuck up my chances of making things work with her.

I’m as confused about it all as she is. I can only say, “I’m being…me.” She has no idea how monumental that is. How long I’ve done everything in my power to not be me.

I love him sm😫

The greatest trick the devil ever pulled was convincing the world he didn’t exist.

My arms ache for the weight of her. A weight I’ve never even fucking known.

Elodie fucking Stillwater waltzes into my room like she owns the goddamn place.

GO ON ELODIE

“Come on! Quit squabbling in the street, children. We’ll lose the table if we’re late. I will not be happy,” Wren hollers.

Wren ily

“I see why the girls can’t leave you the hell alone now. Even after they’ve gotten to know you.” Dash bounces his eyebrows. “I knew you were packing, but that…” He pulls an impressed face, slapping a hand down on my bare shoulder. “I am secure enough in my sexuality to admit that that is one fine cock, Davis. Congratu-fucking-lations.”

“Uhhh…d’you need to borrow some money, dude?” Dash asks. “Yeah. What the fuck is this supposed to be?”

When I place my own hand in his, expecting him to shake it, he jerks me to my feet and into the tightest fucking hug I’ve ever experienced. “You are good, Pax Davis. The fucking best of us. No point in denying it. And I cannot wait until the day that I get to roll up and look hotter than you at your wedding.” I grit my teeth, trying to brush him off, to thump him in his stomach for being so soft, but he only holds me tighter. He won’t let go. I’m crushed even tighter when Dash throws his arms around me and Wren, hugging both of us,