Quotes from Joanna Wylde

I'd decided to start campaigning for a woman's right to marry her vibrator.

I don't say sweet things and make love and all that bullshit. I like sex hard and rough, no holding back.

You probably wouldn't remember, but that night you had Noah?" he said. "You hunkered down on the side of the road and held my shoulders while you pushed him out.

I won't fuck around," he said. "Just so you know. I nearly lost you. I won't risk that again. I told you before I'd never be a one-woman man, but I was wrong.

What are you going to do?" I asked, glancing between them. Their faces were completely blank. "You can't actually kill him. You know that, right?" "We don't kill people," Ruger said, his voice calm and almost soothing. "But sometimes assholes like him have accidents when they aren't careful. Can't control that—it's a fact of life. Show us where he is.

No, I mean I'm claiming her for real. Now. I'm done fucking around. Gonna make her my old lady.

How is it women have equality when it comes to taking a hit but the rest of the time they're just some guy's property?

And take your fucking arm out from under my head. Cuddling is for closers.

I tried to shoot him. In exchange he'd given me two orgasms, so I guess in some ways that counted as a win?

This guy was deader than dead, no question.

Esto es lo que quiero —dijo con voz acariciadora, mientras se inclinaba y me besaba entre los omoplatos—. Necesito hacerte mía. Toda mía. Hacerte gritar, sentir que me perteneces y que yo te pertenezco y que nada más importa. No puedo dejar que te alejes de mí, nena.

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.

He knew it. He just didn't care, and a man who'd stopped caring was dangerous as fuck.

Pull down your fucking pants," I repeated, reaching down to grab my cock. "I want in. Now.

KIMBER: Be happy. U have a hot guy coming over and he's bringing dinner. Women have killed for less ME: Whose side you on? KIMBER: Mine. Haven't u figured this out yet? ME: Bitch KIMBER: Ho ME: At least I don't drive a minivan KIMBER: See if I make YOU margaritas again! LOW BLOW!!!!!! ME: <3

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.

Angry Ruger? Fine. Horny Ruger? I'd gotten used to that, too. But Ruger as a gentle lover? I didn't have room for that in my head, not if I wanted to survive and move forward with my life.

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.

This new guy had shoulder-length, darkish hair and a face so perfectly handsome he could've been a movie star.

I'm a gunsmith and security expert," he continued, shaking his head.

spend most of my time repairing firearms in a perfectly legal shop the club runs. I design and install custom security systems on the side, 'cause I get off on that shit. Lotta rich fuckers with summer homes on the lake. All of 'em need security and I'm more'n happy to take their money.

By the time we reached town, I was still utterly resolved to keep my hands off her…but Taz was at her place, and I didn't trust that asshole for shit. That's why I took her back to my apartment instead…and you can shut right the fuck up about that. I already know I'm a douche.

You ready to go home?" I asked. "I've been ready to go home all night. I still hate you." "You need to find new insults. That's getting old." "Fuck off." Grinning, I climbed onto my bike. She climbed up behind me, tucking in tight and wrapping her arms around my waist, tits pressed against my back. For the first time in forever things in my world felt right, twisted as that sounds. She was mine. She'd always be mine.

Sounds like she's a bitch," Horse said. "Rumor is, you saved her ass. Fuckin' knight in shining armor. Might wanna trade your bike in for a pretty pink unicorn to ride, seein' as you're such a special snowflake and all.