Raelyn Dane

“You tell him for me: if he fucks with you, if he lays one Russian knuckle on you, your buddy is coming after him and someone's gonna need a screen door to fish out the pieces.”
― Damon Suede, Hot Head

“No. Look, the mutual tug paid extra.” Dante mimed jerking and squirting without looking embarrassed, which only made Griff more embarrassed. “And the
stuff you did at the end bumped our fee even—”
“I know, man. Sorry about—”
“—more. Bullshit, sorry! Blowing your jazz on me got us a three hundred dollar bonus. Didja know that?” Dante rolled his eyes and waved away the worry.
“Dude, if I could get a fee every time you squirted on me, I’d camp under your bed and have you doing it three times a day.”
Help me, Jesus.
Griff’s eyes honest-to-God bugged at that.”
― Damon Suede, Hot Head

“He gave River a couple of apples and some water, keeping an eye on Tor, who was now standing, shaking with anger. Jake decided it was a good thing he was mad at Tor, 'cause shit, the man was soaked, everything clung to him and he looked hard and lean and completely touchable. Yeah, best to be pissed at the jerk when he looked like that.”
― Chris Owen, Bareback

“It was the list of activities thing. Like the menu with price, only I'm not the restaurant; I'm the meal.”
― Damon Suede, Hot Head