Haven

by Astra Rose

I haven’t had sex with anyone in a while, and if I have to keep relying on my own hand for the foreseeable future, shouldn’t I at least be allowed a little new jack-off material?

The last thing we need is a hot young sexpot turning heads our way. A hot young sexpot and her stolen car.

I shake my head. “You treat that girl with respect.” “I will,” he promises me, and then gets a devilish grin on his face. “But I also really, really need to fuck her.”

Is there a God? If you’d asked me yesterday I might’ve said no, but now… I’m not so sure.

He looks like a Viking. With the tattoos on his arms, and his beard and long hair, he looks like he could throw me over his shoulder and load me onto his boat if he wanted me. Praise Jesus.

Gangsters are dangerous. The only thing I can think of that’s more dangerous than a gangster is one who’s also a cop.

Micah’s dad and my dad were best friends. My mom died, and Micah’s parents were killed, so Sean raised us both.”

while Micah is unmoving, as intent on me as a cat stalking a mouse. The way they look at me, hot and hungry, is intoxicating.

I want games. I want filth. I want taboo. I’m so fucking hard and I need this to be nasty and hot.

“Baby, I totally love you,” Luke professes, pulling me in against him again. “I’ve been in love with you since day one. I fucking love you.”