Haven

by Astra Rose

He’s striking. Dark, slicked-back hair and fair skin, with piercing blue eyes. One hand is resting on the bar, revealing tattoos that snake up over his hand and arm under the sleeve of his black t-shirt. As I get closer, I can see that he has a large tattoo across his throat—a bird, with a wingspan that wraps around the sides of his neck.

Luke is as bronzed as his friend is pale, wearing a sleeveless shirt that shows off his insanely muscular arms, with long, dark blond hair pulled back in a bun and a short beard. He’s got tattoos that wrap around both biceps, and he’s carrying a box that must be heavy, because his arms are flexing. He smiles at me with instant warmth, and I melt.

inappropriate. 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.”

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

“I love you, Hannah,” I murmur, as the weight of sleep sinks through me. “I love you too, Micah,” she whispers back, and I exhale.

I am in love, with all three of you. Each equal, but different. And if you can accept that, and if you’ll have me, I’ll gladly spend the rest of my life here in Haven, and be the luckiest girl in the world.”

“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.”