Reaper's Stand Quotes

“So far as I knew, Hallmark didn’t make a “Sorry I Interrupted Your Oral Sex” card.”
― Joanna Wylde, Reaper's Stand

“Is this the point where I sing the little song about Pic and London sittin’ in a tree?” “Only if you want the tree shoved up your ass.”
― Joanna Wylde, Reaper's Stand

“People don't always give us full credit for our warm, fuzzy side, but it's definitely there. We just love to help."
"Fuckin' Mother Teresa of the MC world, Horse. Brings a tear to me eye.”
― Joanna Wylde, Reaper's Stand

“I want to stick my cock into your pussy. Don’t worry—I’ll get you nice and ready first. Open you up with my fingers, make sure you’re so wet and hot that when you wrap around me, it’ll feel like I’m fucking a goddess because you’re goddamn perfect, London. I can’t wait to feel your cunt squeezing me. Lick your clit, taste you . . . It’ll be good between us. You know it will.”
― Joanna Wylde, Reaper's Stand

“It took everything I had to bite back a little squee of excitement, because there’s not a woman on earth who doesn’t secretly want to ride off into the sunset with a bad man on a bike . ”
― Joanna Wylde, Reaper's Stand

“Just let me be strong for you for a minute, okay?” He said softly. “You’ve held on for a long time, sweetheart. Nobody can say you haven’t been strong. But it’s been a hell of a night, so why don’t you let me hold you and help you right now, okay?”
― Joanna Wylde, Reaper's Stand

“Fucking bitch thought I was nice. If she thanked me for being her friend, it was over. I’d have to go on a killing spree.”
― Joanna Wylde, Reaper's Stand

“We're going to fuck. Then I think we'll probably do it again. After that I'll buy you dinner, but only if you're nice.”
― Joanna Wylde, Reaper's Stand

“Do you want me to reschedule, or can you move to your bedroom? I generally frown on cleaning around people while they're having sex. All sorts of potential OSHA violations.”
― Joanna Wylde, Reaper's Stand

“To hell with this slow shit. “You’re wearing too much,” I said. “Take something off, because otherwise I’m going to start ripping things.”
― Joanna Wylde, Reaper's Stand

“I didn’t need a man, but if I wanted one I’d take him and use him and then pass him along without a second thought, because I’d become a sophisticated, modern woman if it killed me. Sure. And I would lose ten pounds and age backward, too. Right after I learned to fly my invisible jet.”
― Joanna Wylde, Reaper's Stand

“I tried to shoot him. In exchange he’d given me two orgasms, so I guess in some ways that counted as a win?”
― Joanna Wylde, Reaper's Stand

“Yeah, I'm a real piece of work- a single man fucking a willing partner in the privacy of my own home. Sometimes I cry myself to sleep, I'm so ashamed of my actions.”
― Joanna Wylde, Reaper's Stand

“God damn. I needed to either fuck her of fire her, because this in-between shit was not workin' for me. "Course Gage wanted her crew working out at The Line permanently, so I guess that meant firing was off the table.
Okay, then, I'd take one for the team and fuck her.”
― Joanna Wylde, Reaper's Stand

“Run! my brain screamed, but my feet didn’t move. Seriously. No movement at all, just like in one of those dreams where a giant dinosaur suddenly appears in the grocery store parking lot and you can’t seem to start running away or even throw a package of chicken thighs to create a diversion, no matter how hard you try.”
― Joanna Wylde, Reaper's Stand

“Fuckin’ Mother Teresa of the MC world, Horse,” Ruger chimed in. “Brings a tear to my eye.”
― Joanna Wylde, Reaper's Stand

“You sure you wanna piss me off? I just pulled my dick out of a willing woman’s mouth for you, so it’s not like I’m in a good mood to start with.”
― Joanna Wylde, Reaper's Stand

“This guy was deader than dead, no question.”
― Joanna Wylde, Reaper's Stand

“Fuckin’ pussy thinks that maybe true love will conquer all, and then she’ll climb onto his bike and they’ll ride away into the sky on a rainbow while we all throw rose petals at them.”
― Joanna Wylde, Reaper's Stand

“My inner caveman decided it didn’t matter. Fuck safety, and fuck picket fences. London Armstrong obviously couldn’t take care of herself, which meant someone needed to step in and fix this shit. If that meant claiming her, so be it.”
― Joanna Wylde, Reaper's Stand

“Reese?”
Her voice was tense, but I still liked the sound of my name on her tongue. Of course, it’d sound sweeter if she was screaming it into a pillow while I pounded her from behind. Funny how that works.”
― Joanna Wylde, Reaper's Stand

“Wow, if Portlanders could do that to a biker, they could turn anyone into a hipster.”
― Joanna Wylde, Reaper's Stand

“Now you’re whining because of a broken hand? I thought you were hardcore and shit, but you’re just a little girl with a badge.”
― Joanna Wylde, Reaper's Stand

“More likely she was in there injecting my toothpaste with strychnine.”
― Joanna Wylde, Reaper's Stand

“This bitch and her gorgeous rack had been making my life a living hell for the past six months, because she was the last think I needed in my life and I’d never wanted to fuck anyone more…
And that was a problem.”
― Joanna Wylde, Reaper's Stand

“It’s a guy thing,” he told me. “We like taking care of our women. You don’t let me help you, the other boys’ll make fun of me and then I’ll have to cry. Are you trying to make me cry, London?” He blinked at me like an innocent puppy, and I couldn’t help it. I started laughing, and we both knew he’d won. “You suck,” I told him. “You like it.” He was right—I totally did.”
― Joanna Wylde, Reaper's Stand

“My nipples hardened (traitorous little bitches) and my eyes widened.”
― Joanna Wylde, Reaper's Stand

“If you look at me like that for even one more second, I’m gonna throw you down on that bed and fuck every part of you, starting with your tits. Unless that’s on the menu, you need to grab your shit and leave while you still can. This is the only warning you’ll get.”
― Joanna Wylde, Reaper's Stand

“Doesn’t matter what life you choose – your family will always be a part of you.”
― Joanna Wylde, Reaper's Stand

“her hand lay on my stomach, precisely six inches from the top of my straining dick. I knew this because exactly once every sixty seconds I looked away from the screen to make sure it hadn’t ripped a hole through my pants. Then I’d start counting down again, because the counting was the only thing keeping me from rolling her over and shoving my cock so far up her cunt it hit the back of her throat.”
― Joanna Wylde, Reaper's Stand