Haven 1: How to Save a Life

Haven 1:

HOW TO SAVE A LIFE

Sloan Parker

www.loose-id.com

Haven 1: How to Save a Life

Copyright © January 2013 by Sloan Parker

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Dedication

For Gary. No matter how long ago you left this world, I’ll never forget that summer.

Prologue

“You’re mine now.”

The eerie whispered voice from behind him urged Seth Fisher into action. He scrambled onto his hands and knees and lunged for the nightstand. If he could just reach a weapon from the table, the phone or a lamp—

The man wrapped his hands around Seth’s ankles and tugged him backward. Seth surged forward again with everything he had, ignoring the scrape and burn of the carpet on his bare elbows and knees. He clutched the leg of the nightstand in both hands and added several hard, backward kicks, desperately trying to connect with the face of the creep behind him.

The kicking wasn’t working. He made contact with the empty air more than the man. Too late now to get in any more good kicks. The creep’s weight pressed down on Seth. Heavy, warm breaths hit the skin at the back of his ear.

“Fighting with me won’t stop the inevitable.”

Oddly, that time the whispered voice didn’t sound as threatening as the words implied.

This guy was having fun.

Fuck you, asshole
. Seth wasn’t about to give up because this guy told him to.

He opened his mouth to scream, and a hand cut off the sound.

Not just a hand. A moist cloth covered Seth’s mouth and nose. He squirmed harder, struggled to get leverage with his knees, but he couldn’t move an inch.

His head spun, and his grip on the leg of the nightstand relaxed. He clawed at the wood, struggling to grab hold again.

Instead he watched with disbelief as his hands let go. The edges of his vision darkened. The last thing he saw was the creep’s large hands wrapping around his own and pulling them away from the nightstand.

And the last thought he had was he really should’ve listened to his friend Toby. He never should’ve come to the Haven.

The next time Seth Fisher awoke, he lay naked on an oversize pillow on the floor of a tiny, locked metal cage with nothing to do but wait for the man who’d taken him to return.

Or for someone else to find him.

Chapter One

Stupid leather pants.

Kevin Price stood in the aisle of the crowded downtown bus and tried not to draw attention to himself.

Hard to do while attempting to get the most ridiculous, tightest pants known to man out of the crack of his ass.

Why the hell had he listened to Myles about what to wear?

“It’s a sex club. You gotta look sexy.”

Asshole.

Why would anyone wear pants like this?

To get laid.

If he could remember when he’d last had sex, he might’ve contemplated that longer.

The bus neared Kevin’s stop.
Thank God
. He tugged on the legs of the pants and took a step forward. The elderly woman he’d given his seat to ten minutes earlier halted her knitting and gripped his wrist with a cold, bony hand.

“You don’t want to get off here.” Her grip tightened as she leaned in and hissed her next words in a low whisper. “It’s not safe.”

Could the universe please help him out?

Like walking into a gay sex club wasn’t hard enough.

He smiled down at her and gave her hand a pat. “I’ll be all right.” When she didn’t let go, he tried another smile and pat.

She had her gaze locked on his, but it was as if she didn’t see him. Like she was in a trance. Then she squinted. The whites of her eyes grew smaller until there was nothing left but the gray of the irises. “You can’t hide from him. He’ll find you there. He’ll find you anywhere.”

Why did he always attract the weirdest people wherever he went?

“Okay,” he said. “Thanks for the tip.”

Finally she released him. He hurried away before he missed his stop, or before the creepy old woman gave him another obscure prediction. His skin was still crawling from that first one.

She was right, though. It wasn’t safe where he was headed. Three missing young men. Another beaten. And no one was doing anything to find out why—or to stop it.

Until now.

The bus lurched forward and then came to a sudden stop. Kevin rushed the rest of the way to the front.
Great
. The leather pants now rode even higher up his ass. He stepped onto the curb, and the stifling heat slammed into him, knocking the breath from his chest. The sun had been down for hours, and still the heat hung over the city, draining the life and motivation from everyone.

Well, almost everyone.

He blew a strand of hair out of his eyes and tugged at the leather again.

No matter what, he had no intention of giving up on his plans. He’d never forgive himself if he walked away before he got to the truth and kept someone else from getting hurt—or worse.

He turned and headed north into the darkness of the old downtown factory district, thankful the crappy streetlamps and shadows of night would help cover the waddle in his stride as he tried to work the leather out of his ass with each step.

He took in the details of his surroundings. The unending cracks in the sidewalk, the smell of garbage and urine from the deserted alley, the shuffle of the homeless man’s steps across the street.

The bleak locale had to be intentional. Only men serious about what they wanted would come to this neighborhood, would go out of their way to reach the Haven, a membership-only club where gay men could find—according to the club’s Web site—“a safe and sane environment where every fantasy comes true.”

Fantasies? Kevin had rolled his eyes when he’d read that part. No one actually wanted their fantasies to come true. Did they?

What kind of people paid to go somewhere to fuck strangers?

Yet the mere thought of what he might see inside the club had his body thrumming with excitement, his blood heading south.

Stupid. Fucking. Dick. The traitorous thing never did listen to him.

He wiped the sweat beading at the nape of his neck. It was hot as hell walking the streets during the worst heat wave the city had seen in years. Of course, wearing the long-sleeve shirt and too-tight leather pants didn’t help. The sweat now dripped down the crack of his ass, making him even more aware he’d skipped underwear since he hadn’t been certain he could fit them on underneath.

He was going to kill Myles.

Like Kevin would look sexy walking in there with the stupid pants up his ass, his stomach twisted in knots, and his brain warring with his dick.

If only he hadn’t made himself one promise years ago.

He’d fucked up, and it had cost him too much. That was all he needed to remember.

That, and the fact that he was not gay.

Not gay. Not gay. Not gay.

Another few strides, another run-down building, and he neared a five-story brick structure. The place had the same exterior as the abandoned buildings surrounding it, with graffiti and chipped, aging bricks. No sign with flashing red neon letters announcing hot man-on-man action here. No sign of any kind.

Kevin made his way toward the building’s front door. His phone rang, and his steps faltered as he shoved his hand into the front pocket of the tight-as-hell pants without thinking of the consequences. He did a little shimmy with his hips, but his hand wouldn’t budge.

He couldn’t walk into a swanky, underground sex club with one hand stuck inside his pants. He’d probably look like he was trying to grope himself as soon as he stepped inside. He might as well paint a sign on his forehead: Gay virgin here. First night in a gay bar.

Well, not his first, but pretty damn close.

He gave another tug and breathed a sigh of relief when both his hand and the phone slid out. The movement, however, sent him tripping over a raised crack in the sidewalk. He flung forward, smacking his palm on the brick wall, just stopping his face from the same outcome.

A cab pulled up to the front of the club. Kevin leaned his shoulder against the brick and tried to appear casual, like he hadn’t just tripped over practically nothing.

Smooth. He was so not going to fit in at the Haven. He couldn’t even walk inside without making a fool of himself.

His phone rang again, and he checked the display. Perfect timing.

Guys walking into a sex club did not get calls from their mommies.

She probably just wanted to ask for the twentieth time if he planned to get back with Sondra. He hit the button to send the call to his voice mail.

A burly guy wearing a leather vest and pants got out of the cab and went to the Haven’s front door. Two more men passed by Kevin.

No way they had missed his stellar trip into the brick. Both men gave him a sidelong glance as they entered. One winked at him.

Another man on foot appeared from around the far corner of the building. A tall, dark figure slinking toward him from out of the shadows. Kevin set his phone to vibrate and stashed it in his pocket, twisting his hips to get his hand out. The action was getting easier. Maybe the leather was stretching and he’d be able to get out of the pants later without anyone’s assistance.

He got out the key card he’d received the day before and took a step closer to the door. His phone vibrated in his pocket. His mom had probably gotten cut off by his voice mail and she was calling to leave part two. She had the worst timing. She always called him right as he was about to get laid.

That had him frozen in place with his hand on the club’s door handle. No way would he be getting laid tonight. Not in
there.

He threw open the door, made it one step inside, and froze again.

He’d been in the Haven the previous day for an interview, but that had been an hour before they’d opened for the night. The brief tour of the posh club hadn’t prepared him for the live show.

Men were everywhere. Dancing. Talking. Kissing. Grinding body against body. Practically fucking in the lounge chairs and on the dance floor while more men filled the dining room, eating their meals like they dined in any other upscale restaurant in the city.