Saxton was indeed clear on things: Blay was still in love with Qhuinn— and probably always would be.
“Why?” he said to his lover.
“Because I want you for however long I have you.
Stichwörter: bdb blay saxton qhuinn-and-blay qhuay
It was a universal truth among males that anytime you saw a guy get it in the nuts, you experienced a shot of phantom pain in your own croquet set.
J.R. WardYou've always had me ... and my heart. My soul. Everything. I wish it hadn't taken this long for me to man up.
J.R. WardStichwörter: qhuinn
How arbitrary, this distinction of time. How like humans to have to cut the infinite down to something they could believe they controlled.
J.R. WardHow sweetly he came to her, she thought. Even with his bulk and power, he came to her...sweetly.
J.R. WardSouls were the same. They, too, had useless baggage that impeded their proper performance, these annoying, holier-than-thou bits dangling like an appendix waiting for infection. Faith and hope and love...prudence, temperance, justice, and fortitude...all this useless clutter just packed too much damn morality into the heart, getting in the way of the soul's innate desire for malignancy.
J.R. WardQhuinn would reach out and touch the bandage … and then he would let his fingers wander off the gauze and the surgical tape onto the warm, smooth skin of Blay’s stomach. Blay would be shocked, but in this fantasy, he wouldn’t push the hand away.… He would take it lower, down past the injury, down onto his hips and his—
“Fuck!
Stichwörter: bdb blay qhuinn qhuinn-and-blay qhuay
Especially as Blay’s face came to mind. So beautiful. So very, very beautiful. It seemed silly and emasculating to call the guy that, but he was. Those damn lips were the problem … nice and cushioned on the bottom. Or maybe the eyes? So fucking blue.
He’d kissed that mouth and loved it. Seen those eyes go wild.
He could have had Blay first—and only. But instead? His cousin …
“Oh, God …” he groaned.
Stichwörter: bdb blay qhuinn qhuay
I'm slightly distracted with how this happy little vacation on the good ship Holy Shit is going to pan out for me.
J.R. WardMarissa in a long creamy gown. The cop in front of her, stroking her face, evidently poleaxed. All around them, the delicious scent of sex in the air.
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