“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
