Paula

“Behind me, Trigger whistles. I turn to find him rubbing his hand over his crotch and shaking his head.
“You better have a case of crabs and not be jerking yourself to my girlfriend.” First Tally taking my girl out to the fuckin’ movies, and now this asshole.
“Sorry, brother. She’s a fine woman. Don’t fuck that up. Lotta men would be willing to treat her right.”
“Fuck you.”
“You’re not my type.” He glances down the hall. “Now, Mallory on the other hand—”
“Don’t.” I hold up both hands. “Go there, brother. I will straight up gut you.”
He laughs and claps me on the back.
“Don’t touch me with your damn dick-rubbing hands.” I jerk my shoulder out of his grasp.”
― Autumn Jones Lake, Blow My Fuse

“I’m visualizing a clear picture of what I want,” Wiggles moaned. “I’m feeeeeeling what it would be like to fuck your mom, Griff.”
“Daaamnnn, someone’s mouth is writin’ checks his ass can’t cash.” I whistled. Wiggles must really hate our nightly visualization ritual to go there.”
― Autumn Jones Lake, Renegade Path

“She handed me her backpack and I slung it over my shoulder, marveling that she managed to lug it around all day. “You smuggling a body in this thing? It must weigh as much as you,” I teased.”
― Autumn Jones Lake, Renegade Path

“The bedroom door bursts open, bouncing off the wall with a sharp bang.
Mallory and I shoot straight up.
Andrew grins at us. “Are ya fuckin’?”
I’m too stunned to answer or yell for him to get out. Shocked from the intrusion and the fact that he’s wearing nothing but what appears to be a black leather thong. The material seems to be having trouble containing him. Why is everyone flashing their crotch tonight? Pamela’s pussy earlier had been one thing. But I’m in no way interested in getting an eyeful of Andrew Lane’s log and berries.
“What the fuck, man?” I bite out.”
― Autumn Jones Lake