Saxton shifted exhausted eyes over. "Must we do this?"
"What happened --"
"I think you and he need to talk. And once you do, I won't have to worry about being jumped like a felon again."
Blay frowned. "He and I have nothing to say to each other --"
"with all due respect, the ligature marks on my neck would suggest otherwise.
Mots clés black-dagger-brotherhood j-r-ward blay blaylock saxton lover-at-last
Hey, baby, how would you like a partner in crime-"
"Back off," Blay barked. "He's with me."
Abruptly Qhuinn's spine straightened: It was amply clear from the cold blue fire spitting out of Blay's eyes that the guy was prepared to tear the throat of that woman wide-open if she didn't disappear quick.
And that was...
Awesome.
Mots clés blay qhuinn mine lover-at-last
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She shook her head. "I'm not leaving him. And I'm out here waiting only because I was making him crazy. The sight of me... isn't good for his mental health at this moment. I'm hoping that's no longer true after he breaks this second treadmill."
"Second?"
"I'm pretty damn sure that flapping and the smell of smoke about fifteen minutes ago meant he ran one of them into the ground."
"Damn."
"Yup.
I want to be with you, too,” he said.
“I’ll come to your room after dawn.”
Qhuinn didn’t want to ask. Had to. “What about Saxton?”
“He’s gone on vacation.”
Reaaaaaaaaaaaaaally. “For how long?”
“Just a couple of days.” Too bad. Any chance of an extension…for like a year or two? Maybe forever?
“Okay, it’s a—” Qhuinn stopped himself before he finished that with date.
There was no sense kidding himself. Saxton was away. Blay wanted to get laid. And Qhuinn was more than willing to supply the male with what he wanted.
Mots clés blay blaylock qhuinn-and-blay blay-qhuinn
Holy shit . . . They’d joined the war.
J.R. WardMots clés black-dagger-brotherhood j-r-ward bdb lover-enshrined blay qhuinn john-matthew blaylock the-boys
Turned out Qhuinn was a snuggler. Who knew—and how fabulous.
J.R. WardMots clés blay qhuinn qhuay lover-at-last
Qhuinn climaxed on his next swallow, the orgasm shooting out of him before he could think of any kind of boring and unattractive distraction, the pleasure cresting with such power, he sagged in his own skin. Blay's chuckle was erotic as hell. Whatever, payback was going to be a bitch, Qhuinn vowed to himself.
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