“You want it, boy?" He pulled his prick out of his jeans. "God, yes. That's why I'm here." "Good." He left his jeans open, left his prick hard and pushing out. "Come on. Shower." "Turn around." He wanted to see… — Sean Michael Copy Share Image
“You want it, boy?" He pulled his prick out of his jeans. "God, yes. That's why I'm here." "Good." He left his jeans open,… — Sean Michael Copy Share Image
“Slayde came out of the kitchen, long brown hair pulled back into a ponytail, T-shirt dusted with flour, coffee in hand. "If you wake… — Sean Michael Copy Share Image
“Hey. Hey, stop that, now. Uncle Drake is a nice man." He held Maggie, patting her while Jenny and Christian looked at their sister… — Sean Michael Copy Share Image
“I am not cake," Drake growled and pointed to the actual cake on the table. "That is cake. And I am not puffy, I'm… — Sean Michael Copy Share Image
“The crusts, or at least what he assumed was crusts, were already rolled out flat rounds. "How many do we need?" Because he could… — Sean Michael Copy Share Image
“Drake was going to scream. "That's my sister," he growled. He did not need to hear about her getting it on with anyone. "Uh-huh.… — Sean Michael Copy Share Image
“Because they weren't invited for the fuck-Dal-raw portion of the conference." "Oh." One eyebrow went up, lips quirking in a wicked, impish smile. "I… — Sean Michael Copy Share Image
“Get the fuck out of my face, Jim." He pushed Rock backwards, fury filling him. "Don't you dare lecture me, you sorry son of… — sean michael Copy Share Image
“Rig looked over at Dick for a long minute and then shook his head and sighed, pushing the cake away. "I can't do this.… — Sean Michael Copy Share Image
“Rig shook his head, sighed, and headed toward the kitchen. "Hank come fetch your wife. She's leaking all over one of my marines. They're… — Sean Michael Copy Share Image
“If you wake the kids up before two, I'm going to beat you with a skillet.” — Sean Michael Copy Share Image
