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1 " Are we just going to keep having sex so we can avoid talking about what we need to talk about?"Prophet pulled back and looked between Tom's legs."What?""Just checking to make sure you still have a dick.""Same one that fucked you through the wall while you begged for it," Tom pointed out, and Prophet eyes grew heavy lidded with lust again. "You're so easy, Proph.""For you. "
― S.E. Jakes , Long Time Gone (Hell or High Water, #2)
2 " You're doing it wrong.""Son, I've got a gun to your chest and you're telling me that I'm doing it wrong?""Yes""How?""Closer isn't better." He disarmed her with a swift motion, then offered the weapon back to her. "Further away you are, the less unpredictable I can be."Della's eyes had opened wide with surprise, but she recovered fast. Took the shotgun back and said, "Okay. Knock again so we can start over. "
3 " You’ll end up with a man whose name starts with E. And he’ll rip through your life like a tornado. Then again, a tornado can handle a volcano. "
4 " Were we ever that beautiful?”“You still are,” Roger told him. “Maybe we should make the most of the hurricane.”“This was definitely foreplay.”“It’s like Tumblr, the live version.”Dave chuckled. “True. But I did not see it coming.”“Maybe hurricanes affect gaydar?”“How much did you have to drink?”“Enough to pretend we can still have sex like that. "
5 " Needing someone this much couldn’t be fucking normal "
6 " You are so fucking good for me and so fucking bad for me at the same time.""It's not good if you don't have the mix of both. "
7 " You stole his truck?”“Borrowed,” Prophet corrected. “Remy thought of it when I took him home.”“Did you just blame a fifteen-year-old kid for why you stole—”“—borrowed—”“—a truck?”Prophet shrugged. “Little bit. "
8 " Rules are usually in place because they help the people who made them, more than the people who have to follow them. Same goes for people who have questions they want you to answer. Keep some shit just for you. Gives you an edge "
9 " Come on, bebe. Let’s play gator. "
10 " What did he say about me?” Tom demanded.“You don’t want to know.”“You’re right.”“Told you,” Prophet said, looking quite pleased with himself. “Don’t say I never tell you anything. "
11 " Tom smiled and surrendered to the inevitable. Because you couldn’t escape your fucking past, so why bother trying? "
12 " His wrists ached. When they stopped hurting, it would mean the storm had definitely arrived, because when the pressure was high, there wasn’t any pain.Just massive destruction—a typical metaphor for his life. "
13 " In the dark, Dave reached for Roger's hand as they watched the shadowed lovemaking. "Were we ever that beautiful?""You still are," Roger told him."Maybe we should make the most of the hurricane.""This is definitely foreplay.""It's like Tumblr, the live version. "
14 " You are an idiot," Tom informed him.Prophet stared at the duct tape around his wrists. "I have no argument against that at the moment. "
15 " Bon à rien. Bad loqueBad luck. Bad news "
16 " There’s a hell of a lot you haven’t shared.” “Oh, I’m sorry. Be sure to send out invites to the pot-meets-kettle show you’ll be throwing.” “I’m sensing sarcasm. I think being in Cajun country’s given me some of your voodoo. "
17 " And that goddamned bald guy from The Weather Channel was in New Orleans. Everyone knew that the guy only went to the place that was going to get hit the worst. Like a bald, douche-bag weather angel of death. "
18 " As their frenzy grew, so did the storm, as if the hurricane built off their furious energy. Prophet would never look at a hurricane the same way again. "
19 " Want me to roll you?” Tom asked. “Not funny.” But Prophet was rock hard. Tom stalking over to him and crowding him wasn’t helping. “You still have that duct tape?” “Yeah. Why?” “Come on, bebe. Let’s play gator.” Prophet hated the way his body responded yes—eagerly—to that question. “Think you wanna. ’M’I wrong?” Tom’s drawl was thick as hell, went right down Prophet’s spine, as the man’s hand snaked around Prophet’s waist and pushed his own hard cock against Prophet’s cargo pant-clad one. “Yes. "
20 " Tell him to stop babying me,” Della said to him. Prophet looked at Kari with a smile. “Good luck. "