Because I was, and I remain, utterly and completely and totally…in love with you.
J.R. WardMots clés blay
The sense that in his mother’s view, he had let down his family just by being who he was… was a failure of acceptance that he was never going to get over. He just wanted to live, honestly and out front, with no apology. Like everyone else. To love who he loved, be who he was… but society had a different standard.
J.R. WardMots clés j-r-ward blay blaylock lover-at-last
Fuck my cousin, it's got nothing to do with my cousin for me. If you were alone, I'd still be right on this carpet, on my knees, wanting to be with you. If you were mated to a female, if you were dating someone all casual and shit, if you were in a million different places in life … I’d still be right here. Begging you for something, anything one time, if that’s all you’ve got.
J.R. WardMots clés blay qhuinn lover-at-last
The kiss that was pressed against his own mouth was reverent, the contact no heavier than the warm, still air in the room. It was the consummate lover’s kiss, the kind of thing he had wanted even more than the hot sex they’d just had.
J.R. WardAnd God help them both, if it hadn’t been for Saxton, Qhuinn would have dropped the l-word right then and there, even though the timing was stupid.
J.R. WardI’ve said I was sorry,” Qhuinn intoned. “But I don’t think I’ve ever said thank you. So, yeah… thank you.
J.R. WardBlay didn’t shake the hand that was offered. He reached over, took a hold of the fighter’s face, and drew Qhuinn in for a kiss. It was supposed to be only a split-seconder— like their lips were the ones doing the handshake thing. When he went to pull back, though, Qhuinn captured him, and held him in place. Their mouths met again… and again… and once more, their heads tilting to the sides, the contact lingering. “You’re welcome,” Blay said roughly. Then he smiled a little. “Can’t say it was all a pleasure, though.
J.R. WardOtherwise, three little words would have leaked from his mouth. And undoubtedly doomed him in ways he couldn’t even guess at.
Bad time. Bad place.
For that kind of thing.
Forever.
Mots clés blay
Blay’s head whipped around to his mate. “Really? You asked my dad?” Qhuinn nodded, then started to smile like a mother fucker. “It’s my one and only shot. So I wanted to follow protocol.
J.R. WardMots clés blay qhuinn blaylock mates
So you're the reason Qhuinn was in such a bad mood tonight."
"It's got nothing to do with me. Qhuinn is usually in a bad mood."
"People going in the wrong direction will get like that. Round pegs just dont fit in square holes.
Mots clés blay qhuinn xhex-lover-mine
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