Twisted Deeds (Hellions of Hade Harbor #3)

by Mila Kane

“Oh, and FYI — there are no such thing as big vaginas, just small dicks…got it?”

“I’m not scared of you, Asher, even after last night,” she said pointedly. I chuckled. “You really should be.” She just shrugged. “Like I said last night….Make me.” I stared at her. Where the hell had this girl been hiding all my life? Be still my wicked heart, because in a year that had been fucked up and shitty all around, there was finally something to look forward to.

“You do need to find someone else, but for tonight, since you flashed my jersey all around the rink, you’re mine. I don’t let anyone else touch what’s mine.” She narrowed her eyes at me. “How very caveman of you.” “Got that right, now get a move on and follow me, before I club you over the head and drag you out of here by your hair…caveman style.”

Marcus: Called it. Cayden: Please tell me she’s more pleasant than she looks. Ash: No. She’s much, much worse. Marcus: Sounds fun. Beckett: Good luck. Ash: It’s not true. We’re not together. Marcus: Still not? Why? Ash: Because…she’s the fucking Devil. Marcus: Say less…she can lead me into temptation anytime. Ash: … Marcus: j/k. I know. She’s yours to fuck (with). I remember. Ash: Good.

After the shit we’d been through, there was no judgment. Partners in crime, to the very end.

This was the guy who knew all my petty, bratty parts. The walls I’d put up. The way I’d hidden myself away. My insecurities and vulnerabilities. I knew his, too. I’d never be embarrassed in front of him. It was impossible. He was mine and I was his.

I also learned that parents came in all shapes and forms. There wasn’t some perfect ideal. There were just people, trying their best.