I promise you, Cole Bridge, that in honor of the little child you once were, I will never forget that JB is a gift from God. I will honor his unique, gorgeous person with enough love for both him and the memory of a little boy who deserved so much more than he got, for as long as I live and beyond.” She kissed his lips. “Amen.
He stopped, finally, and smiled. “Honestly? With this thing I think I could get my jerk-off muscles so well-developed that I could rub out a spooge with one pump! If that’s not worth $19.95, I don’t know what is.
I reached toward her with my open hand. If she wanted it, she could have it. My hand. My heart. My life. She took my hand, and that was enough.
I got out of the truck, half-hoping she would be too sleepy to walk. I wanted to carry her. She brought out the caveman in me.
She waved at Marge, the ticket seller, who was knee-deep in a bodice ripper romance book by Debra Anastasia.
For a while I thought you didn’t know. Maybe I was even hoping you wouldn’t know that I’m homeless. But as always, I’m sure it became apparent. But you kept on smiling long after you knew. Long after you must have known. What does that take?
He held her sleepy hand and tried to pretend she was his girl.
So, are you moving in?” Dove tried to look like she was casually leaning against a lamppost. But there was no lamppost, so it looked more like she had injured her back or one of her legs was shorter than the other.
You sure we don’t have to stop and register your beaver with the police as a deadly weapon?” He laughed at his own comment.
One, the term ‘Jaws of Life’ will always make me laugh; those firemen had some great comic timing. Two, I’m glad I covered her face because in this day and age, she’d have been the laughingstock of the entire world, even if she deserved it. Third, I’m glad I took the blackmail photo because it made you laugh.
I just want to make sure he’s a good fit for her. She has problems – craps her pants, stuff like that. If she needs help, I want to be there.
Everyone had a glass in their hand at the reception, so Beckett helped himself to a little more. He was just finishing off the bottle when he saw them raise their glasses to him – to him! – via Eve’s hummingbird camera. At that moment Beckett was glad he was alone. After joining the toast, his eyes blurry with tears, Beckett threw the bottle against the wall where it shattered spectacularly. This video was testament to exactly how normal his brothers’ lives would be without him.
No. I wouldn’t screw Duke with someone else’s ten foot pole.
There was life before John and, thank God, from this second on, there would be an after with him.
I feel like a caveman’s balls. Dragging. This recovery is going to drive me to drink.
He was serious. He didn’t want her to hold him close. He didn’t want to pretend she was his mother. He didn’t want to imagine going home in her car to pet her black labs. He didn’t want to dream about sitting down to a home-cooked spaghetti dinner at her kitchen table with her family. Those things would never be his. He watched her eyes switch from hazel to green.
But in an instant Blake stepped in front of her, turning his back to Chris and the gun. The shot was so much louder than anything else in the woods. And it seemed to echo forever. Livia watched Blake’s face in horror as he fell toward her, leaning for a moment like the Tower of Pisa. She staggered back, trying to hold him as they both collapsed to the forest floor. Livia knew he was tremendously injured when his body hit hers so hard. If he could have, she knew Blake would’ve softened the blow.
I sell BMWs – I’m not sure if your mom told you?” No matter how good Alton was at selling stuff, he had nothing on my mom selling me on a new suitor. “They’re great cars. Sexy, stylish. Every man would love to drive one.” I watched as he arranged his face in a very practiced smolder. “Don’t say it,” I offered. “Just don’t say it.” “You remind me of a BMW.” “You said it.” I patted the bar in front of him. “Let me go get your tab.
My lady cave is in an orgasm coma.
She held my hand, then let go of it. “This is sticky. That’s pecker juice, isn’t it?