Alex Morgan Quotes

A region where the men love their women one beat shy of a heart attack. A corner of the world proving there are some things hotter in the South than the weather.

Hello ladies. If you form a line after I get my belly full, I will make sure you all get a dose of Chance. I'll knock those wrinkles right out. Mrs. Sellers, I will make sure to do that thing you like so much and always ask me for, since the hip replacement you can really get that leg up around your ears.

Syra had to bite back a laugh at the bird's nest comment and opted for a more characteristic gesture that summed up her thoughts on his opinion of her hair with one finger.

Can I ask you why there was the imprint of an ass on great-grandma's table? I got up the other morning and come in here to have my coffee. I sat down and got ready to read the paper , when low and behold I was confronted with the imprint of an ass on the table.

This place looks better than it did when Mr. Hendley had it. It used to have a weird smell." Quinn took an even breath and looked at Mhisery, "Now, all I can smell is you and I can tell you baby girl, Mr. Hendley never had me wanting to kiss every inch of his flesh to seek out just what the fragrance was.

Quinn would have closed the bar down if needed. There was nothing in this world that was more important to him than his family. He would always come when any of them, even Avalon, who barely ever came home, needed him. He would stand up for them, whether they were right or wrong. He would pick them up if they fell and he would always be proud of them - no matter how small their accomplishments. He was, and always would be, their elder brother, father figure, friend, or whatever role they needed him to be.

Taking a seat on the bed, Serena pulled out a lingerie set and held it against her own chest, her brows shooting up as she looked at Corbin.

"Does this even cover her nipples?

We're going to be World Champions ... forever.

So, I was thinkin' of pickin' up a job as a male stripper . It would be a way to meet women and earn money. Thoughts?" That should refocus his brother if no other way but him pausing to consider it. Quinn had undiagnosed ADHD, Chance was sure of it, and on occasion you had to refocus him. The same worked when Quinn went off on a tangent, you had to flash something bright to get him off the tangent, and in this case, the shiny was Chance becoming a stripper.

Boy, as far as you're concerned, my word is law, and you're just a bitch without a number. Now, you keep on with this conversation, and I'll have to hurt your sensitive little feelin's. Fuckin' yuppie.

He was doing what he had always promised her he would do, he was taking care of her . He was taking it all away so she didn't have to think about anything but him. A lone tear fell from her eye and slid down her cheek as her heart swelled with love for the man who was fucking her senseless so she could have some sort of peace in the world, if only for a short time.

Clay sat back in his chair and propped his feet on his desk as he took a sip from his coffee cup. If these two assholes wanted to kill each other, he didn't care as long as they didn't get blood on the floor, or move one piece of furniture.

Keep working even when no one is watching.

The porch held a wealth of memories for Quinn of times spent with his father; of more recent times when Quinn took the place of his dad to listen to his sisters, and more often than not, his brother. The area bled memories, and with a handful of lady-luck, it would hold a shit load more.

If Mason had half a brain he would shut up, sit down, and not provoke Caleb any more than possible. But something told him Quinn didn't have half a brain and even less patience

It was time to face the second hardest fact in her life; she had a dead mother, and a father who was actively killing himself, but not with the quick shot of a gun, but rather, with the slow tilt of the bottle.

Dream big, because dreams do happen.

Mhisery couldn't help but laugh, Quinn was infectious . When he grinned, her world lit up.

As he slowed his speed, in reverence to his home, he noticed the long row of trees lining each side of the drive had started to bloom; adding to the beauty of the landscape. As long as he lived, taking the winding drive to the house would always warm his heart and feel like home.

I want to keep improving, continue to help my teammates improve, make my teammates look good. Continue bringing something new to the game, never getting completely content and always trying to get better.

Chance could share shit like that with his brother. Chance shared everything with his brother. To him, Quinn was some sort of superhero who occasionally got knee-walking drunk, told great stories, could crack a joke, and pissed him off from time to time.

No matter what, baby, we are in this together from here on out.

I thought you two used to be pretty good friends back in high school?"

Clay lifted his mug again, his facial expression was not giving any indication of the amusement he felt. He thought someone needed to knock the hell out of Quinn Mason for a long time, and looked like Caleb was the one to do it. Quinn deserved it from Caleb, if for nothing more than the fact he had stuck his dick in the guy's sister. That was always a cause for an ass whooping between friends.

The way I've been brought up to is take critiques and turn them into positives in my game.

Your mama can't find anything she likes in these little one. I also think mommy may have to go to jail for murdering Auntie Binny and Auntie Rena. We might also have to add Uncle Cale to the list too if he keeps griping mommy's ass over legalities of moving her business. Auntie Syra is going to get maimed if she asks to wear black one more time, or asks if her hair can be green.

. Oh, my future brother-in-law called me today to find out if any of my friends from New York might be interested in making a bad decision for the night. Since when did I become a pimp to get Chance laid? I thought he was bringing that lovely flower lady.

There was nothing more intoxicating to Syra than Court, and his scent was the sweet chaser to the slow burn the rest of the man provided.

Chance didn't have a fight lined up for a few weeks; which meant he had nothing to do - it was never good when Chance was left to his own devices. He didn't like alone. Alone reminded him of when his parents died, and he felt like he was abandoned by the people who were supposed to love him most. When he felt abandoned he sought out a connection which, usually, involved his dick. The time he was with a woman meant, at least for a little while, he wasn't alone.

Mrs. Conners I will take you last 'cause I know you like it kinky. You are into some rough stuff and that black lacy teddy really is set off by all those blue veins on your thighs.

Now, quit lookin' at my ass Ms. Bellemy and do some work. It's good for the soul , or some bullshit, I hear.

That was Clay's olive branch to Quinn, and if the sumbitch weren't as stubborn as a mule, he'd take it.