R.L. Mathewson Quotes

I'm tired and bitchy and all I want is some sleep so cuddle your ass up with me or so help me I will kill you.

I may have let you have your naughty little way with me for the past couple of months, but that doesn't mean I'm going to allow you to keep treating me like some dirty little boy toy. If you want to live with me then I expect you to put a ring on my finger.

matter what. I loved you, Haley, and I thought

The only thing that he wanted to do was to lay here with the adorable demon, hog the pillow just to piss her off and pretend that the only job that he had was to keep his hand on her stomach and keep her safe.

... he risked a glance down to find her still lying on her stomach with her face pressed up against his leg as she held on for dear life.

"How are you feeling?"

There was a slight pause before she admitted, "My ass kind of hurts."

"Kind of?" he asked, trying to sound hopeful, because maybe she hadn't broken her ass after all?

When she felt the hot creamy chocolate go down her throat and into her stomach some of the tension in her body disappeared. Three long sips later and she felt close to being able to face the day. By
the time half the cocoa was gone she was in her special place, the place where everything was fine and she could face anything including Connor and a visit from her dad. By the time she finished the rest of the cocoa she'd be able to keep this calm going for the rest of the day, but of course she needed a second cup.

I'm not some whore you can buy with a pan of yummy baked goods, woman. How dare you insult me?

David held the knife up with a shaky hand. "
"Get that damn thing out of my face, boy.
David shook his head. "No, you're going to hit me!"
"Of course I am and you're only pissing me off more with that damn knife!

She gave his hand a small squeeze. "Jason, if we're going to try this then I'd like to
take things slow." He frowned. "What I mean is nothing beyond the level we were at
last night." She worried her lip between her teeth. "What I mean is no actual sex."
He narrowed his eyes on her. "But, you'll still sleep with me naked and let me do a
hundred other naughty things to you?" he asked in a serious tone.
"Yes."
He brushed his lips against hers again and moved back a few inches to look into her
eyes. "And you'll still cook for me and call me Master?"
Her lips twitched. "Yes to the cooking and not a chance in hell for the other."
He sighed wearily. "Fine, how about Lord and Master?"
"Uh ... no."
"God?"
"Nope."
"My liege?"
"Wait ... no."
He gave her one of his lopsided smiles. "I'll wear you down eventually.

Wait, you don't have a license. You can't drive."
He turned the car on and threw it into drive. "Hmmm, look at that, it seems I can.

In his opinion if a man didn't have the balls to make a move he didn't deserve the woman he desired.

Because that's bullshit. Okay, maybe the Las Vegas thing was our fault, well mostly Uncle Jared's and Jason's fault, but it was supposed to be a twenty-four hour buffet," he explained. "And that Disneyworld thing," he shook his head in disgust, "was all a simple misunderstanding. There was no need to get the police involved," he said on a sniff.

Madison looked down at her cookie and back at Chris. "Why did he get a brownie and I only got a cookie?"
"Because I love him unconditionally and you're making him sweat." Chris stuffed the rest of the brownie in his mouth.

It was bad enough that she'd made a deal with the devil and was apparently addicted to his kisses, but now she had her brothers going behind her back and orchestrating something that couldn't possibly end well for her.

They all saw her as a little sister, someone cute and sweet to spend time with when they were feeling homesick or their girlfriends were busy. They didn't see her as a woman, as someone worthy of spending time with, someone worth the risk of losing their heart.

Ow!" he winced, stepping away from Rory as he rubbed the back of his head where it suddenly throbbed. He looked over his shoulder and found all five of her brothers watching them with innocent doe-like expressions on their faces. "It was a squirrel," Craig said, somehow keeping a straight face. "Vicious little bastards," Bryce added solemnly. "You should really be careful," Johnny added before mouthing "bitch.

A little bit of an overkill, wouldn't you say?" Robert asked. His eyes never left hers as he watched her possessively. "I-I had to make sure he wasn't getting back up." The rest of the men laughed louder at this while Robert continued to watch her. "Oh, believe me, my dear, he'll never get up again," Lord Bradford said. Her face colored. She wasn't exactly sure what they were talking about, but she had an idea thanks to that night in the orangery. She had kicked him pretty hard. Repeatedly.

His eyes narrowed on her and the bag. "Why?" he asked cautiously, afraid she was trying to steal his treats.
Just what kind of sick game was she playing?

Your boobs or your ass, Kasey. Make a choice.

Hey, those look good! Can I have one?" a man she'd seen hundreds of times around Jason's house asked, reaching out to take one.
"Back the fuck off! She brought them for me, you bastard!" Jason snapped.

If you fuck this up, I'm gonna have to kill you," Rory swore, leaning in to kiss him.
"I'm not gonna fuck this up," he promised as he met her lips in a hungry kiss.
"Good.

Any other man would have accepted defeat, put the camera away and made a quick retreat, but he was a Bradford as well as a Marine, which meant that he was going to aggravate the shit out of her for the sheer pleasure of it.

What's going on?" he asked, trying to go for casual, but he was an asshole so casual really didn't work for him.

She was probably having a few murderous thoughts of her own about any woman that touched him. Good, they were making progress.

The long, heavy, seriously annoyed sigh that she was unfortunately all too familiar with, let her know that she not only didn't have a choice in the matter, but she'd just given the man that she was in love with another reason to hate her.

For the night, Tinkerbelle was all his and he was going to use every minute of it to help convince her to take a chance on him, despite the fact that he was an asshole.

I'm honoured beyond words that I was your first." And last, but she didn't know that yet.

Why couldn't her damn reliable car have stalled on the way over here or better yet, run out of gas leaving her stranded at the mercy of the wildlife that would maul her and save her from this hell? Was it really too much to ask?

I tell you what, Rory. If you're ready in an hour, I'll buy you an extra-large cup of cocoa before we go out, one before we come home and as many as you want in between." As many as she wanted?
Dear God, she was in heaven, she thought with a content little sigh before something occurred to her and when it did, her eyes narrowed dangerously on him.
"This isn't some sort of sick joke, is it?" she demanded, because really, this was hot cocoa and she didn't screw around when it came to her cocoa.

Did wanting a man she was pissed at make her a slut?

I don't want to get involved in this," Jason said, cutting him off. He moved to step past the man only to pause. "Just....just make sure she takes her medication and you should be safe, I mean fine." Jason quickly walked away before he burst into laughter at his friend's horrified expression.

I'm not asking you to love me. I'm asking you to let me love you. I'm fine if you never say it. I just want you, Madison.

I hate you," Haley mumbled, storming past him to grab a carriage.
"You love and adore me," Jason informed her as he deftly snagged her carriage away from her and headed towards the men's department.

How exactly do you get banned from a pizza delivery place?" "Hey, don't judge me! Those bastards had it out for me!

It's not complicated and it doesn't compare to my problem, now give me a damn cookie I think I earned it," Jill snapped.
Chris grinned like it was Christmas morning. "Yes, you did." He brought her a cookie. "Very good, my young one. You've made Chris very happy with this little tidbit of information.

You should really be careful," Johnny added before mouthing "bitch."
Oh, this was going to be a long fucking day.

The smile that teased her lips transformed her face from beautiful to breathtakingly beautiful in a matter of seconds. He was damn thankful that she didn't know the effect that had on him or she'd do it to bring him to his knees and god help him, but he'd love every fucking second of it.

All that mattered was that he could look forward to aggravating the piss out of Rory each and every night.

I think everyone in the neighborhood knows how much you like my ass! Now let go of me! He chuckled at that little accusation, knowing that she was probably right. Over the past couple of months he may have had a problem with keeping his hands to himself when they were outside taking care of the yard or taking Toby for a walk. It was all her fault of course.

It wasn't like he was purposely being an asshole. It just came naturally to him.

She didn't even like the man, but she couldn't help the way her body reacted

I had lunch at a buffet with Zoe without telling you. It wasn't the first time and it won't be the last time so get over it." -Marybeth
A loud gasp drew everyone's attention to the other end of the table where Trevor stood, looking absolutely furious.
"She told me that she was running errands!" -Trevor

She was so damn beautiful, so kind and sweet. She made him so damn happy. He couldn't imagine going a single day without seeing her, holding her, kissing her or showing her just how much he loved her. Every day he did everything in his power to show her how much he loved her, but he'd foolishly never told her how he felt, because he was terrified that she wouldn't feel the same way.

Hey! I thought you said you were gay!" the man said accusingly.
Without missing a beat Jason said, "She is. I'm just her bitch.

Pick me up at eight," she said, moving to walk away so that she could go kick something.

"Seven, and wear something sexy, sweetheart," Connor said with that damn cocky tone that was going to get him bitch slapped.

Jason felt all the blood drain out of his face. He stood there as the reality of Mitch's words hit him hard. One day it would be another man Haley would talk to, watch games with, or just sit in absolute peaceful silence while they worked or ate, and worst of all it would be another man holding Haley in his arms at night.
'Fuck ... ,' he gasped.
'Oh great, you broke him! Are you happy now?' Brad demanded. 'Come on, buddy, we'll get you fixed up with a cold beer and a plate of hot wings. How does that sound? Does that sound good?' Numbly, Jason nodded.

She also wasn't the type of woman who made men drool, besides him, and got the attention of every guy in the room, but that was okay because none of them should be fucking looking at her anyway.

I love you, Derek!"
Jason tried to drag Haley back to her seat, but she fought him tooth and nail.
"I love you, Derek!"
"He knows, woman! He's known since the first inning. Let the man focus," he
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No baby, I'm not gay.

A Bradford male might realize early on that he'd found the woman of his dreams, but until he was at the point that he was willing to risk a kidnapping charge, he wasn't ready for marriage.

The sooner you get dressed the sooner you can start fawning over me like a proper date and remember just because I agreed to go out on this date with you doesn't mean I am easy. I expect you to do a little work to get my out of my pants.

Yes, but I think-" "We should go out on a date tonight? I totally agree,

The Bradford appetite was a disability, damn it and should be treated as such.

Sorry," he mumbled.
"You should be!" Zoe snapped. "You scared the hell out of me and now I'm about to give birth to two Bradfords out in the middle of nowhere with no drugs! Do you have any idea how big a Bradford head is? Huh? Do you?

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Oh, fuck no, he thought, unable to believe just how badly he'd fucked up even as he pulled the small woman that annoyed the living shit out of him closer to him, unable to help himself.

Christ, she felt so fucking good, he couldn't help but notice as he closed his eyes and allowed himself to savor the peace that having her in his arms brought him. This was so wrong, so fucking wrong, but he couldn't help himself. He'd never in his life felt anything so good and for a minute, he didn't give a damn that it was the annoying little neighbor that made his life a living hell that made him feel like this. He needed this, needed her and God help him, but he never wanted to let her go.

I knew she overre
holy shit! he yelled, falling back on his ass and scooting away from the largest spider he'd ever seen.

"I am so sorry, Joe," he whispered, gently pushing her hair away from her face and neck. "I know I keep fucking up," he said, pressing a kiss to her neck, "and that by all rights you should bitch slap me, but I can't stand the idea of you getting hurt."
His hand found its way to her panty clad hip and gave her a gentle squeeze. "It kills me to think of what could have happened that night, Joe," he explained softly as he pressed another kiss to her neck. "Do you have any idea how lost I would be without you?"
"You're my entire world, Joe," he said, pressing another kiss to her neck, this time lingering. "I don't know what I'd do without," he said against her skin.

Two hundred pounds of male muscle was on her bed, which she could honestly say was a first. The fact that he was large and muscular wasn't really the big deal, but the fact that he was male, because at twenty-eight years old, she was very unhappily a virgin. It was something that she'd definitely never expected to happen to her and the one thing that she would give anything to change.

Are you hungry?" he asked, knowing that she must be starving.

"Yes, but I think-"

"We should go out on a date tonight? I totally agree," he said, cutting her off because he had a feeling that she was about to suggest something he wouldn't like.

"A date?" she repeated, sounding a bit confused.

"Yeah, a date," he said, grabbing her hands and pulling her to her feet while she still looked confused as hell. He gave her a little nudge to get her moving in the direction of the stairs. "You know where I pick you up, you keep me waiting for a half hour, we go out, and I charm you while you hang on my every word. We eat, we talk and then at the end of the night you invite me in for a cup of coffee and I pretend to think it over since I'm such a gentleman," he said, choosing to ignore her little snort of disbelief as he guided her towards the stairs.

"But-"

"No, buts," he said, giving her another nudge to get her up the stairs. "Get your little butt up there and put something on that will drive me out of my mind."

"But-"

"Go," he said, giving her another nudge that thankfully got her moving. "The sooner you get dressed the sooner you can start fawning over me like a proper date and remember just because I agreed to go out on this date with you doesn't mean that I'm easy. I expect you to do a little work to get me out of my pants."

He couldn't have his future wife thinking he was easy afte

That better not be what I think it is," Joe mumbled in the dark.
It was. "It's not. Jeez, woman, someone's paranoid. It's my pocket light," he said, wincing. Ah, he was only human after all. It wasn't the first time she got him hard nor would it be the last time. The physical discomfort was a small price to pay to have her in his arms.
"Well, then your flashlight is growing. Jeez, Eric, put a leash on that thing before it stabs me!" she teased.
"But it likes you," he pouted.
She giggled. "I seem to remember a certain tenth grade math class where it liked standing up in front of the entire class."
He sucked in a breath. "Hey, that traumatized me!

Why do you hate Danny so much?" she suddenly asked, startling the hell out of him.

"I don't hate him," he said, blinking down at the small woman.

"You don't talk to him," she said, blinking up at him curiously.

He rubbed his hands roughly down his face as he admitted, "I don't know what to say to him."

"You don't look at him."

"I look at him," he said, wondering when the medicine was going to kick in and knock this small woman out and put him out of his misery.

If she wasn't his best friend ...
There really was no point in finishing that thought. She was and it was his job as the man in her life to kick the living shit out of any asshole that hurt her.

Tell me that you didn't break the ban, Rory. Tell me that there aren't two Bradfords beating the shit out of each other over the last slice of cheese in my kitchen.

He's cutting off circulation to my balls! If you want great grandchildren, woman, do something! Joshua sputtered

Jason had to bury his face against her shoulder to keep from laughing out loud. She was just so damn cute. "Stop laughing at me! I'm a threat, damn it!"
Jason pressed a gentle kiss to her lips. "No, you're my sweet little grasshopper.

It would be nice if you considered dating Haley. She's such a nice woman.

Apparently she was beyond words so she pushed the card into his hands. He looked down. Blinked. Blinked again before stumbling back into a chair. Did he just wet himself? Ah, who cared? He was holding four tickets to the Yankees vs. Red Sox at Yankee Stadium for this Friday and they were without a doubt the best seats in the stadium.
His eyes shifted from Haley to the tickets and back again before he made a split second decision and made a run for it. He didn't make it five feet before his little grasshopper tackled him to the ground and ripped the card from his hands.
He spit grass out of his mouth. "Fine. You can come with me I guess," he said, earning a knee to the ribs.

Jason barely stopped himself from rolling his eyes. His father was such a food slut.

If he didn't love her enough to risk everything then she didn't want him. She wanted a man who loved her and would do anything for her, not someone too scared to do anything about it.

Ten minutes later she'd swore that she was never going to eat another Butterfinger candy bar as long as she lived and that if Danny Jenkins tried to show her his baby maker that she was going to hit him in the head with a stick. Thankfully

So, you played a game in which you had to know more than someone with questionable OCD?

Oh my god, you really are insane." "Probably," he said with a shrug, "but don't worry I doubt it's hereditary so the baby should be fine.

I'm sorry. I can't serve him that item," the waitress said, only somewhat surprising her since she had a pretty good idea why.
"Why not?" she found herself asking anyway out of curiosity to see if she was right.
***
"Because he's a Bradford," the woman explained with a shrug.

Then he remembered that the man was a fucking moron and that explained everything.

I'm hungry," Jason grumbled as he stared at the empty plates on his small
coffee table.
Brad groaned, "You practically ate both plates of cookies. How in the hell are
you hungry?"
Jason shrugged leaning back in his chair to watch the game. "I just am.
Leave me the hell alone I'm a growing boy, damn it!"
"Yeah, a growing thirty-one year old boy," Brad mumbled.
"I'm still growing damn it so shut the hell up and feed me!"
"Order something and stop bitching!" Brad snapped.
"You order something. I'm too weak to move.

No, it's because you're f**king pathetic. You're no better than a human and to top it off you're nothing but a whore.

Zoe, I--Oh, God!" he shouted, clutching his chest and stumbling back.

"What?" she asked, looking around anxiously as she clutched a large brown muffin against her chest.

With a shaky hand, he pointed at the offending item that she dared bring into his house. "What the hell is that?"

She looked down and frowned. "My muffin?"

"How could you?" he demanded hoarsely as he shook his head in disgust.

"What the hell are you freaking out about?" she demanded, looking around again.

"That shirt!" he said, pointing wildly towards the Red Sox shirt that she dared to wear in his presence. "What the hell were you thinking?

She hadn't been avoiding him all these years because she was shy. No, she was head over heels in love with him.

That kind of betrayal could not, and would not be forgiven, he reminded himself. It wasn't much of a mantra, but it had kept him going all day while he knew that the woman that just very well might be the one was sitting in a restaurant that discriminated against him simply because he'd had the misfortune of being born into a family with a food disability.

What did you do?"
"What makes you think I did something?"
Chris snorted. "You're the guy. Of course it's your fault. Even when it's not your fault, it's your fault.

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This wasn't going to last anyway. He'd have ended things in another fifty or sixty years with her. He'd never want anything permanent with her so this really didn't bother him. This was fine. This was more than fine, he thought as he drove his first through the wall.

He already decided she was marrying him no matter what. Informing her that they were getting married was just a courtesy

How could something so wrong feel so good , so right ?

He glared accusingly at her while he made short work of his clothes. "You didn't wake me up."
She rolled her eyes as she speared a piece of sausage with her fork. "I did wake you up. Three times in fact. Each time you threw something at me and went back to sleep."
Jason gaped at her. "And you gave up? You know our routine, woman. You have to
keep at it until I'm forced to get off the bed to find something to throw at you.

You want me?" she asked with a watery smile.
"More than my next breathe

What would my little grasshopper like?"
...
She glared over her shoulder at him. "I'm not going to call you Mr Miyagi you know."
"Yes you will, but that's not important at the moment.

Maybe you should just admit that you're crazy about me," he said, leaning in to kiss her again.
"And why would you want me to do that?" she asked, still smiling.
"Because I'm playing for keeps, my little grasshopper.

I didn't think Joe was that desperate," one of the men grumbled.
"I'm not," Joe said, walking past him. "I lost a bet.

Exactly what it sounded like, Munchkin. You want to live here in a Sentinel compound then you're going to act like a Sentinel. You're going to train and do your duties without bitching. Since you're mated that also means that you'll keep house for me, cook, doctor my wounds and spread your legs when I have excess energy.

She was the most precious thing in the world to him. So beautiful, so sweet, so giving and too damn good for him, but he was a selfish bastard and wouldn't let her go.

I think," she said, glaring at him with murderous intent, "that if you or that damn battering ram you have the nerve to call a dick ever comes near me again so help me I will – Aaaaaaggggghhhhh!" she broke off her beautiful words of love to scream.

I don't need encouraging. I do well enough on my own.

You have me, Joe! You've always had me.

Oh, shit!" was his first clue that something wasn't quite right at the Fire & Brimstone this morning. The sound of several people running past his door and someone screaming, "She's going to kill him!" told him that he might want to see what was going on.

Is there a reason why you're standing there, staring out the window and watching the neighbors? Are we preparing to kill them and drag them down to the basement and bury them alive?

I just want you, Trevor," she said, knowing nothing else mattered as long as she had him.
"You have me, sweetheart," he said, pulling away just far enough so that he could look into her eyes. "I promise you will always have me.

The next person that shows my girlfriend a picture of me wearing one of Mom's bras is a dead man!

If you ever touch her again I will fucking kill you," he said in a cold lethal tone that sent chills down her back. "You so much as look at her and I will kill you.

He sighed heavily for effect.

"I don't think my wife would like me talking about her. Not with the trial around the corner.

You are mine, Madison. You've always been mine. You just didn't know it and neither did I, but you're mine, sweetheart, all mine and I'm never going to let you go.