Lexi Blake Quotes

Why is it always the self-righteous pricks who turn out to be complete perverts? You know it gives the rest of us a bad name. Own your perversion, dude.

He tested the knots, as though he gave a shit. "Is it too tight?" Ian asked, his voice quiet and serious. She stayed silent, not willing to give him anything. He'd taken her world away and then expected her to submit? "Charlie, baby, talk to me. I can't stand this. I hate that I shut you down. I don't want to. I want to be cold. I want to not care. I can't. I can't let you go." "You're taking away my options." "Because I gave them all to you last time and you fucking didn't choose me. You chose everyone but me. I'll fix this. I'll save you. Choose me, Charlie. Choose us. Trust me. Give me the option of being your hero.

I love taking care of a woman, you know that. I'm just not attracted to the clingy ones who need me
to do everything for them. I want her to need me, but not need me for everything, know what I mean? I
want a smart, independent woman who just happens to enjoy submitting to me sexually. Is that too much to
ask?

Fuck you, Alex." "Come on, man. You were always there for me. You have woman troubles. You can lean on me." "You make it sound like I'm menstruating, Alex." Sean nodded. "That would explain the mood swings,

I had made a deal with the devil, and the bastard stuck me with the bill.

You should respect Ian, Adam." Adam frowned. "I thought you would be more fun than this." Eve leaned over. "Alex told me Ian has a black eye." Adam fist pumped. "Fuck, yeah. You go, girl." Serena slapped at her husband's arm. "Be polite." Jake was on the other side of Serena, a mug of coffee in his hand. "He doesn't know how. He thinks tact is a made-up word.

Do you love me, Charlie?" An easy question to answer. "Yes. God, yes." "Then promise me something." He came over and stood above her, his eyes looking down into hers. "Anything." He took her hand and placed it in the middle of his chest where she could feel the heat of his body through the cotton T-shirt he wore. "If you betray me this time, shoot me. Straight through the heart. Make sure I'm dead because I don't want to live in a world where you betray me twice. Promise me.

Call me Ian or bastard or son of a bitch. I answer to them all.

He shrugged, a boyish mischief lighting his eyes. "I wanted to surprise you. I will admit that I knew you were a member. I also know you don't have a Dom. I guess I was hoping you would show me around." Sarah leaned over, whispering in her ear. "I am fairly certain my ovaries just spit out an egg.

The one bit of color on the woman's body was the bright yellow of the stilettos peeking out from her sensible trousers.
Fuck me shoes. Damn. Any woman who wore those shoes had a streak of the unexpected. He wondered what her underwear looked like. Something delicate and lovely?

You guys are not leaving me out there. They're going to talk books and sex. And the books are about sex. Who knew women were so damn chatty about sex? Men don't do that. We just look at a girl, announce we did her, and everyone moves on.

They were family. They had a deal, him and Ian. They'd had it since they were kids growing up in the same low-rent trailer park with exactly two ways out - prison or the US military. Ian had stayed in the Army and Alex had gotten out the minute they would pay for his college. The friendship had survived years and distance.

Yep, twisting Miles's perfectly coiffed head off his body with his bare hands and then playing around in his blood would very likely get him in some trouble with the owners.
Jumping him later in the parking lot was a better idea. He wouldn't kill him. Just break his kneecaps so he would remember to keep his fucking hands off Ryan's sub.

Jake frowned and looked down at his identically dressed infant. "How do you know which one is which?"
"A father always knows," Big Tag said. "Also, I marked this one with a Sharpie. See, it looks like a tiny mole right behind her ear.

Three of them really. Ian hadn't come alone. Sean and Case were with him. The Taggart brothers had come for one of their own.

Because she could still feel Michael Evans violating her. She could still feel his hands slapping at her as he tied her down, feel the knife he'd used to carve her up.

Do you know the problems with dicks? They're attached to bigger dicks.

I've often thought that life would have been easier had I been born a lesbian. It was one of the universe's wicked mistakes that I needed a penis to make me happy sexually

She was good at multitasking, and there was really only one way to keep Ian on task or he would go off on one of his arctic, curse-filled rants that tended to make everyone around him dive for cover. "Jesse Murdoch shot me." Ian grunted a little, his hips bucking slightly. "I knew there was a reason I liked the kid." She rolled her eyes. "Nice.

You aren't doing it to me. I'm not falling into that trap." "What would you like to bet on that? A thousand?" "A thousand dollars?" Tag nodded. "Yes. I have to go big. Have you see what college costs these days? I have to make sure those girls get into Ivy League schools or they'll end up on the pole. I can't have my girls on the pole, man. Chris Rock was right. I got a mission in life now and it's keeping my baby girls away from skeevy dudes who go to strip clubs." "You go to strip clubs."

"Exacty. No way I want my baby girls around any dude like me. Or you. Or Alex's kid. I see the way he looks at my girls." Tag eyed him as though sizing him up. It made Ten nervous. Tag slapped the table. "Two thousand. I bet you two grand you're getting married at the end of this. Come on, man.

I'm not playing at all. And f**k you, you're trying to pull me into vagina talk. I won't do it. I don't have feelings. None at all. And I'm keeping it that way.

Grace loves you. She doesn't mind. And I make extra. I know you think she's risking my wrath, but I've always known she was feeding you. As mad as I've been at you, you've always been my brother.

You're all full of bullsh*t. In the last couple of months, I've had to listen to the three of you talk about your feelings more than a damn talk show. I swear you've all grown vaginas.

If the delicate flower liked to play Medusa, maybe Karina could take on the role of Perseus. It was really for the good of all womankind that she slay the gorgon.

Trust me, change can happen in much less time given the right circumstances. Hell, sometimes the people we're closest to change and there's nothing we can do to bring them back.

Panties are a privilege, not a right.

Punishment? You don't have any right to punish me. And I can curse. I choose not to most of the time, but don't think it doesn't go through my head, asshole. I was trying to give you something. I was trying to give you my body."
"That's where you fucked up, little girl. I don't want your body. I want your soul. I want your everything. And I definitely want your orgasms. I want them all. I'll be a greedy bastard, savoring them and hoarding them all for myself. You wanted to give me your body? I can buy that on a street corner, sweetheart. You're the one who's being selfish now."
"How is it selfish to offer to have sex? I don't understand what you want."
"First off, I want you to stop hiding yourself from me. You're the one making this tawdry by pretending it's dirty and not worthy of the light of day."
"I didn't mean it that way."
"We're going to do this my way. We tried yours and it didn't work, so I'm taking control. I should have done it in the first place.

It isn't porn. It's erotic romance. There is a huge difference. Amber Rose writes hot love stories. And if you can't handle it, then I don't care. I love her books, and I wish I had known who she was when I met her. Erotic romance helped me figure out what I wanted." Jake

Ian slapped him on the shoulder and smiled. That's because your dick is in charge and your dick is stupid. It's so fucking good to know. You're always so stoic and intellectual and shit. It's good to know deep down your dick is as stupid as the rest of ours. Hey, Jesse. We're following Simon's cock so we're all going to die.

There was a snort, and then his brother's sarcasm came spilling out. It can be your eHarmony ad, bro. Wanted: smart, independent woman to play at D/s. Must like handcuffs, spankings, and anal sex.

What's up with guys? All they see is a bright smile, and they never look past a woman's tits until they get married and then they wonder why Mary Sunshine got replaced with Sally Yells a Lot.

He should have fucking known. He should have read Eve's damn case study, but he'd been so sure that he was right, that he couldn't possibly be wrong. Yeah, well, if I'd paid any attention to Eve's profile, I would have. She knew. But I was far too smart. I thought I had the fucker

Damon needed to be healed. Not from his physical ailments, but from the wounds that came from the ones he loved always leaving him.

Say yes to the one thing that frightens you, that intrigues, that you think you can't do. Say yes and don't look back. It will or it won't be, but you'll never know until you say yes.

Is the meeting over?" Grace asked. "Should I clean up?" Charlie knew exactly what was going to happen. "He's going to say he doesn't want a donut, but he totally does. Save him three. He'll eat them before lunch and then pretend he didn't. Oh, and he likes his coffee really black, like almost espresso like." Grace stopped. "Seriously? I've been making it medium." "He likes really dark roast." Another swat hit her ass. "I hate everything.

He could tell Big Tag was going to be a helicopter parent. An Apache attack helicopter parent.

You women want to attribute all kinds of meaning behind the things we say and do, but we're really simple. We run around aimlessly fucking anything that comes our way until we meet the one woman who can take care of us, who can fix all the shit that's wrong inside, and then we're done, and a man like Liam is done for the rest of his life. He won't fall again.

Sometimes pain can be sweet if we let it. It can remind us of all the good things. Just because something bad happened, it shouldn't erase the sweetness that came before it.

Just because Hottie McHot Ass walks in with his super metro hot best friend, and all those like muscles and shit, doesn't mean you get to turn into a pile of goo. We hate them.

It's nice to meet you, Eve. I'm glad it's you and not that bratty ho-bag.

And Eve paid the price and she continues to pay it every single day because neither one of you can let go for a second." "If putting Michael Evans back where he belongs gives her a minute of peace, I'm going to do it. I'm her husband. I have to do this for her." Ian shook his head, his eyes grim. "You're not her husband anymore, Alex.

Family didn't give up. Family kept going

I think it's weird how vanilla people just jump into a bed and fuck and don't ever relish the moment, don't talk to each other about what works and what doesn't. So many people just expect sex to happen, but really great sex takes work, like everything in life. You have to talk to your partner.

Sometimes it's all about finding the person who won't let you go dark. When you find that person, you can't let them go.

I can let go of the twenty-three-year-old idiot who didn't realize just how much he could love you. I can. He's gone. I can let go of the man who was so tied up in his own guilt that he didn't really see you for years. But I will never let go of the eighty-year-old man who will hold your hand until the day he dies. I will fight for that old man. I will never let go of him.

You would have PTSD too if someone took a cattle prod to your dick." Tag's eyes widened. "Holy sit, Ten. I take back everything I've ever said about you. You're a motherfucking hero. You were abo to perform after that? Yeah, she tried to be quiet, but that bed squeaks. Seriously, every man alive should salute you. Can I see it?" "No you can't see it," Faith shot back. "What is wrong with you?"
"Why are we looking at junk? Has Ten finally come out of the closet?" Sean joined his brother. Tag shook his head. "Nah. Part of his torture was a cattle prod to the cock." "Whoa," Sean said. "Can I look?" "Told you.

What are you saying?"
"I want to try."
He wanted clarification on that. "You want to try what?"
There it was, that deep flush. "You know."
Yes, he knew, but he wasn't going to let her off the hook so easily. She was going to be his. For a brief time, she would belong to him and he would have everything he wanted, and he wanted her to start talking dirty. Yes. He wanted to teach her, to train her to accept pleasure so she would expect it. "No, I don't know. You'll have to be plain."
Avery blushed a little. "I want to be intimate with you."
So sweet. So polite. So not happening. "That sounds like you want me to get into my pajamas and exchange secrets with you. I'm not your girlfriend, Avery. Tell me what you want. That's lesson number one. Communication and honesty are the keys to the relationship I want. I need to hear you say plainly what you want."
She hesitated, but only for a moment. He wasn't surprised. Deep in her heart, she was a brave girl. She'd faced so much and still was open with her heart. Damn, but he didn't understand that. "I would like for us to sleep together."
"I'm not very sleepy." He wasn't going to let her get away with anything.
She groaned a little in obvious frustration. "You know that's not what I'm talking about."
"Yes. I do. So say what you want."
"I want to have sex."
"So clinical. I'll have to think about that."
"I want to make love."
"Sweet, but not what I'm looking for."
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Bdsm Communication Dirty Talk Erotica Romance Honesty

According to Shauna Rae, you just never know when the people next door are cooking meth until the trailer explodes.

Why do you think there aren't rules to how sex will work? You didn't want to talk to me about what you wanted. You pushed me into the room so I wouldn't turn on the light because you knew damn well I would push back on that, didn't you?"
She stayed where she was. "Yes. I don't want you to see me. I don't look like one of those girls in a magazine."
He groaned, the sound coming from deep in his chest. "Those girls in the magazines are airbrushed and way too thin. The camera adds pounds so those girls are so skinny I wouldn't be able to fuck them for fear I would break them. I want a woman, Avery, not some tiny freaking thing whose waistline only proves she doesn't eat. I want a woman who can take me. I want a woman I can hold on to. So bend over because I want to see your ass. I want to look at it because I've been dreaming about it for days. It's hot and round and so fucking juicy I can't stand it. Get me hot, Avery. Show me your ass.

But the next time I have to play fairy godmother, I'm shoving a wand up someone's ass.

I don't think I like the idea that you just control me, but you get to do anything you like."
"Ah, but that's because you don't understand the power exchange. Note that I used the word exchange. Listen, there are as many different ways to practice BDSM as there are people who practice it. I like to play. I like to know that my lover will turn to me when she needs something. I'll want to protect you. And I like to give you what you need. It makes me feel good. It makes me feel necessary.

I don't understand how this person can be invested in my books when he obviously thinks they're pornographic." Adam sighed. "He's obviously not right in the head. Our resident profiler could explain it better. He's crazy. That's all I've got.

Never mind. I take back everything I just said," Kori whispered. "You make him smile like that and I say you can break every rule this club has. Now I understand why Big Tag was so eager to let you in.

It wasn't like I hired him. I don't fucking hire any of them. They show up for work and then Grace gets pissed when I won't pay them. PTSD Jesse followed Alex back from Florida like some lost puppy. I keep telling Alex not to feed strays.

Charlotte merely rolled her eyes. "You are such a drama llama. Fine. But I get to pick your partner." "Drama llama?" Tag's jaw dropped a little. "You do know that I am more like an elephant. I never fucking forget. The minute that boy is born, your ass is mine. I've got a list of punishments that will make your head spin.

No need to explain. Life is short, baby girl. You take every little piece of happiness you can get.

I can't think straight around her. I think love
is turning me into a Disney character. Damn it. I always
thought I'd be someone interesting out of a Star Trek
episode, but I kind of want to break into a song a little.
Just a little.

This is a private party." Lawless didn't miss a beat. He walked right up to the dude and punched him hard in the face, that sound thudding. The valet went down and Case's appreciation for Mia's brother wen up. "Is there anyone else I can punch?" Lawless asked. "That felt good.

Charlie, baby, it was awful. I'm talking bugs on the floor and water torture and a big dude looking for his prison wife.

Ian had been forced to take over. He'd had to get a job and bring in money while he finished high school and made sure Sean had what he needed. There had been plenty of times during those years when there wasn't enough food, and Ian had made sure Sean went to bed full to the detriment of his own stomach. He'd had to do it. Sean was younger. Sean had needed him. He'd known that from the moment Sean had been born.

You should be cuddling with her. I can't believe I just said that. Cuddling makes me want to vomit a little, but apparently women like it.

This place isn't even on the internet," Hutch said as though completely proud of himself for finding a motel that looked as though fifty murders occurred in it every day.

Yeah I can't wait for that trial. Mitch wants me to just pay the cleanup costs, but he's not counting on how awesome it'll be to have some judge have to say the words exploding glitter dicks. That's going to be worth all the court costs.

I got a body covered in scars, but then who doesn't? If you don't have a few scars, you haven't really lived.

Are you sure you want to do this?" Big Tag asked the question in and exaggerated whisper. "Because we can still get you out of here. I've got an extraction team standing by.

If anyone deserves revenge, it's Eve, and you want to take that from her now, too.

I like shoes," Erin argued over her enchiladas, There was a massive margarita in front of her. "No," Phoebe shot back with a grin. "You like boots, and not the cute kind. You like combat boots. The salesperson at Nordstrom nearly cried when she saw what you're wearing.

Your pleasure belongs to me." He tugged her hair again and let his free hand find one of her breasts, twisting it and making her writhe. "Bend over. Grab your ankles.

Holy crap. Is that an elephant penis?

Dying was a messy business.

It's like Southern chicks saying bless your heart. What they actually mean is you're an idiot.

Ian reached under his jacket. "I'm afraid the rest of this is a firefight. You remember what I taught you?" "I remember you punched me every time I got it wrong." Lawless replied.

Oh, is my baby's little pussy finally getting wet?" He put his hand on her knee.
She tried to cross her legs. "Yes, and it's a lot. It feels very messy."
He could smell her now. Bending over and presenting her ass had done something for her. So had dirty talk. Yeah, he could talk dirty. "Messy is good. I want that pussy dirty and ripe when I start to eat it.

...you make it sound like this is work. I'm having a hard time thinking about sex as a project to manage."
He barely touched the cheeks of her ass, just a little tickle on her flesh, and her muscles clenched. "Only because you don't take it seriously."
"I take it very seriously," she shot back.
"No, you take the choice of your partner seriously, but not the sex itself. The sex itself you view as something you have to give up to get to what you really want, and that's companionship and affection. You can't buy those with sex, Avery. Those will come or not, and it doesn't mean a damn thing to any man. Not really. He'll take sex from you even if he doesn't particularly like you. He'll take it because you offer it up so easily. Again - not the relationship, but the sex. You're offering me easy sex. Sex where I don't have to work, but I want to work because I do like you and I do feel affection for you. Do you understand?"
"You think I should ask for more."
"No, I think you should demand more."
"That doesn't sound very submissive...

I don't have mood swings. I just hate everything.