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I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been this attracted to another person. Maybe never?
The little flaws that the magazines edited away were the things that made him devastatingly perfect.
“You’re not fucking it up,” he disagreed, eyes crinkling at the corners. “You’re just…super fucking awkward dude. But in a cute way. I mean…the photo album was pretty extra, but I super appreciate it.”
“Sorry, not to be an asshole or anything. But—shit dude. Look at you! Indoctrinating a bunch of old ladies into your gay-werewolf-porn cult.”
Old women—that I’d known since I was born—were getting off on my werewolf porn.
I would die before I let anyone know that “little Ben Montgomery” was responsible for the epidemic of primal kink in Belleville.
“Bet you walk in a room and the first thought anybody has is, “Woah, that dude looks like a ride and a half.’
“Big hands, big dick, not afraid of gay sex, would wear nail polish, writes smut, and is a doctor
I’d get to see him. A lot, apparently. And I was…embarrassingly excited about that.
In my defense, Ben Montgomery was a total snack
It wasn’t illegal to want to climb him like a tree.
“Everyone knows Thanksgiving is just “First Christmas,”
Rosie grinned evilly down at her money, like a fucking black-frill-wearing Scrooge. She seemed happy now that she’d robbed me.
He was so…happy here. I was terrified of ruining that. Like poison, I tainted everything I touched.
My contract was up in less than two months, and the idea of renewing it made me want to die.
How did Ben not realize I was a walking red flag?
Ben Montgomery was the prettiest thing I’d ever seen.
I’d always fallen quick. It was a curse. And just as quick, the people I fell for tossed me aside.
Dicks were hot. It was simply a fact. I loved them. Loved sucking on them. Loved touching them. Loved sitting on them.
They were seriously cute as fuck. Looked like grumpy lil penguins.
Apparently, I liked men who were good with children. Good to know.
Snowflakes fell. The night grew dark. And for the first time in years, I felt like I belonged.
My adorable goth knight-in-shining-armor.
“When you’re tired of running, this is a pretty good place to stop.”
It was hard not to love him when he was so goddamn lovable.
“Show me your cock, little songbird,”
Can’t stay quiet, can you, baby? You have such pretty notes to sing.”
“Good things are worth hurting for.
“Maybe if you ate better you wouldn’t be so short,” Rosie continued, as if she hadn’t just said that exact thing in a different way. “Or look like you died,” Jane added helpfully.
Robin was my catnip.
I don’t think he’d ever gotten a chance to be anything other than brave. He was a fighter, I knew that. But I didn’t think he liked fighting.
I’d never thought of myself as a particularly kinky person. But Robin certainly made me feel that way.
I knew without a shred of doubt in my mind that he was about to wreck my fucking ass. At least, I hoped he was.
“You look hungry, little songbird,”
It seemed the universe was looking out for me because Robin was the happiest accident I’d ever made.
“You’re going to come for me,” Ben informed me, like it was a fact. I nodded jerkily, because he was right. I totally was.
“I’ve never wanted to wreck something as badly as I want to wreck this pretty little hole,”
If Robin moves in with us, I would prefer he continue to share with me.” “Why?” Rosie asked, like I’d just shat in her cereal.
A life without Ben Montgomery was not a life at all.
“When I love people—” I hiccuped, “they hurt me.”
“But you won’t hurt me,” I managed, surprised by how sure I was as the words come out. “You won’t.” “I won’t,” Ben agreed—a promise. “Because you’re Ben Montgomery.” “I am.” “And you always keep your promises.” “I do.”
“Ben Montgomery, you are a fucking catch.”
I was running in the wrong direction.
“You been running all your life, Robin. Aren’t you tired?
