“I dreamed about you too,” he said softly, letting his smile go dreamy as he watched the blood drain from the bigger man’s face. “I fantasized about cutting off your balls and feeding them to you.” “Fuck you, Levi.” There… — Mercy Celeste Copy Share Image
“Come on Jude, it’s just man meat, it won’t hurt you, sweetie. Maybe do you some good. Take the stick out of your ass… — Mercy Celeste Copy Share Image
“I think you've got the wrong idea. I like women." "I do too." A light burned in Deacon's eyes that sent something sizzling through… — Mercy Celeste Copy Share Image
“Lord Ironman, please play tonsil hockey with me, just this one time. There, does that make you happy?” — Mercy Celeste Copy Share Image
“It's why I went into teaching in the first place. I like the sound of my own voice. Well that, and I am addicted… — Mercy Celeste Copy Share Image
“But I’m gay and in a relationship with a hot Viking king and we have a bible thumper… thumping his bible against our bedroom… — Mercy Celeste Copy Share Image
“I love your eyes. Your mouth. Your body. The way you lose your temper when you're flustered. Your ass is so fucking hot. I… — Mercy Celeste Copy Share Image
“I think one of those old ladies down there gave me something. Which one looked guilty?” “Probably both of them. After all, my mother… — Mercy Celeste Copy Share Image
“Since we're being honest, Thursday, you really should know that before this night is over, I am going to fuck you. Hard, and long,… — Mercy Celeste Copy Share Image
“I don't know, Pepper. I have large chunks of my childhood missing thanks to her and her Benadryl supply.” — Mercy Celeste Copy Share Image
“Deacon noticed a pattern where Thursday was concerned. Woman, fight, brood alone in angry silence, rinse and repeat.” — Mercy Celeste Copy Share Image
“Straight boys. I have never understood straight boys. Can’t even give them a compliment without them getting all offended. Except there are those that… — Mercy Celeste Copy Share Image
“Dylan Sunday, the larger than life force of nature that thought he was a hurricane. Bo knew the truth. Dylan Sunday was the calm,… — Mercy Celeste Copy Share Image
“Do I need to ask if you had anything to do with what I’m not wearing?” She wouldn’t freak out. She would remain calm,… — Mercy Celeste Copy Share Image
