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but Bryce was dead. Deader than dead. Dead and dickless.
“Viper. We don't slice bitches up. We find their weaknesses and destroy them from the inside out,” I said, patting his back. “I love when you talk dirty, Firefly,” Faris growled,
“Are we sure he's one of the six? If not, can you put in a good word for me? We'd make a good match, and you remember how he was with the other old people in town. He's got a thing for the mature folk.”
“He's right, Firefly. And when we do, I call dibs on spanking him for his insolence!” Faris called out from across the room,
I wanted to try it. Bite me,” Faris said, sticking his tongue out, the stud flashing at the big demon. “Stick that out at me again and I will, Baby Fang,” Bram replied, his voice dropping to a deep timbre that made my hips twitch. “Supernova nipply nippets,” Faris groaned, as his cock woke up at the movement of my hips. Kai barked a laugh. “What the fuck does that mean?” Faris snorted. “Fuck if I know. My brain left the building two seconds ago.”
I heard Kai call, “Get downstairs, we have work to do today…” I could practically hear him smiling from here. Don’t say it. Don’t say it. “NASTY DADDY!” he shouted and tore out of the room, fleeing for the stairs.
Dirty, dirty boys. Always wielding their peens like weapons. It was probably a good thing girls didn't have peens. I would be a damn menace if I had one. First thing I'd do would be to cyclone it around.
“When I'm around you, I feel like you're all I can see. I'm so attuned to everything you do. I see your expressions, your reactions to things. Your smile. And I want to make you smile because I've never seen anything more beautiful. The thought of not being near you makes my fangs ache and my throat tighten. Is that love?” he asked, slightly puzzled.
Good, the last thing I needed was sunburnt chest raisins.
He was my grumpy buttlord, and I loved smothering him with sunshine and smiles.
“What is with you people and attacking my motherfucking chest raisins? They're a gift from the gods of manly perfection, and I'm starting to think there's jealousy afoot!”
“What in saving Ryan's privates is going on in here?!”
Snatching the book from the desk, I peeped the title. Rooksgrave Manor. Damn. ‘Don't you dare open that book,’ Bagheera growled, and I sighed. ‘Fine. But it's up next on my TBR as soon as we're out of here.’ I pouted,
If the swords defending her happen to cross at times…”
It was worth a try, anyway. If it didn't work, the worst that would happen is I would look like a snap-happy nudist atop a mountain peak.
Fischer and I both laughed at Sloane, who was now proudly wearing a tank with the drawing of me on Bram’s back that Bram still had as the home screen on his phone.
But four months is so soon. What if we’re not ready?’ ‘Nobody is ever truly ready to embrace their destiny, but your time is near.’
“Whew. Your girl is really not into moving swiftly from one place to another,” I panted as I fanned my face. “You mean running?” Faris asked. “Don't say that word in my house,” I replied with a shudder, and he laughed.
Kai grinned wolfishly. “I'm so down. I've been desperate to go there ever since Fischer told me about the cock climbing wall!”
“I didn't like the cut of his jib. Good call, boys,” Faris piped up. “The cut of his jib? What are we? In the nineteenth century?”
We both watched, transfixed, at the way her ass bounced when she walked past. She had the sexiest dimples on her thighs and butt. I stifled the urge to follow her and lick every single one.
I can send a few of the guys over to move these boxes back if you want?” She smiled like the cat who got the canary. “I'll take the Viking, the Highlander, and the grumpy dragon.”
Roger was more than just his eccentric personality and love of phallic-shaped produce.
“I think you've just cursed us. Anyone who says they're a 'cool dad' is definitely not a cool dad,” I told him,
“Were we not invited to the kinky cave party?”
“Oh, you beautiful banana barbarian!” Faris shouted
That was the funny thing about depression. Despite knowing what you can do to cope and make things better for yourself, some days you just can't find the energy or the drive to do shit about it.
I'm strong. I'm worthy. My intrusive thoughts are warped, harmful things that have no business in my brain.
Note to self: Memorize this.
