Quotes About Trust

Catching her hand, he drew her with him as he laid Amber in the crib and took his mate back to bed. No one heard the small sound that was made after their bedroom door closed: a soft, sweet, kittenish little purr.

You had no intention of sharing Kelly with Rowdy even if it had been what he wanted, did you?" Dawg grunted. Rowdy would have killed both of them if they had touched Kelly. "Neither did you unless Rowdy really still needed it.

Cut her again, and we're finished. As friends, as family. Do you hear me, Dawg? That woman owns me, and she always will. You cut her again, and we're finished.

Do you think I wouldn't protect you? That where I took you I would allow you to be in any danger?

You would touch another woman?" "I would never do anything that would jeopardize us." That wasn't acceptable. "Ever. Not at any time." As he stared into the darkness, he thought of her touch, her kiss. Could he touch another woman? At any time? "So it would be my choice?" "It would be your choice." "But you would still want to." It wasn't a question.

Questions still plagued her, as did an instinctive discomfort regarding the idea that Rowdy could ever want to touch another woman, no matter the relationship that developed between her and his cousins.

Don't you leave! She screamed the order, eyes blazing, her lips trembling as tears fell and hysteria threatened to overwhelm her. If you leave me, Noah Blake, if you don't come back when this is over, don't bother coming back at all. He touched her cheek. Ran his thumb over her lips. You are the best part of me, he whispered. Always remember that, Sabella. The best part of me.

It's a boner not a monster," he growled, waving a hand to the erection her gaze continued to flicker back and forth from. "You're watching it like you expect it to bite." "It looks angry enough." A nervous little smile touched her lips before it fell and she watched him somberly. "You look angry enough." kane and sherra

Crista." His voice, despite its gentleness, resonated with a dark, hidden fury. "Was he alone?" Her hand gripped the doorframe as she met his gaze. "It was just Dawg and me, Alex. I swear." This time. She knew if it happened again, if she dared to let it ever repeat, then it wouldn't be just Dawg. And when that happened, Dawg would make an enemy of her brother for life.

don't want you to say anything, Son. I want you to let Kelly come to you. She's been scared to death of your return, and I don't know why myself. I know you wouldn't hurt her, but I know for a fact she knows about some of those little affairs you and your cousins have participated in." And his father suspected she was scared of him now. Rowdy could see it in Ray's eyes, feel it in the air around them.

You know what I want," he whispered. "Exactly what I suspect you're most frightened of now." He lifted his other hand, smoothing back her hair from her face, his thumb caressing her cheek. "I want to strip you down, love you from head to toe as often as possible, and sometimes…we might not be alone.

I love Rowdy, Natches," she whispered, halting what she feared was coming. "And don't try to tell me you love me in the same way, because we both know better." His lips tightened. "We're a set. You're destroying it, Kelly.

Even the fact that eventually, the man she loved would touch another woman, pleasure her, fuck her. She couldn't accept his cousins' touch without that knowledge.

The sharing isn't an every time thing, but it would sure as hell be missed if we stopped." "Has anyone ever asked you to stop, Dawg?" she asked. "Have you ever considered it?" Something dangerous flashed in his expression before it was gone just as quickly. "I'd stop if someone I loved asked it of me. If I knew the woman I loved couldn't handle it." He shrugged his broad shoulders.

Sir. I could use a crutch." His knees gave way, but the captain was there, his arms going around the taller man's bony body, holding him to him as he shook with silent sobs. "I have you, son," he whispered. "I'll be your crutch.

You love her?" Natches frowned, an edge of disbelief in his voice. Love. Son of a bitch. That word was being thrown around like a bone to a favorite hound. "As much as I can love anyone," he finally stated wearily. "I'm committed. That's going to have to be enough for you." He was going to have to find a way to make it enough for Janey.

You'll destroy me," she cried out, her fingers digging into his scalp as his tongue licked over her nipple. "Again. You'll destroy me again, Dawg." He had to understand. He couldn't do this to her again. She could easily give herself to him, just like before. "It's okay, Crista. I won't hurt you, baby," he groaned. "It's just us. See? No one else is here. Ever. God, I'd kill the man that tried to touch you now.

Kelly should have been your sister, Rowdy. If I hadn't been so stupid, I wouldn't have lost Maria all those years ago. She chose the lover willing to love just her, rather than his own selfishness. Willing to give her all of himself, without the childish need to have it all his own way.

But don't push happiness away because you're scared that it actually might end up hurting you. The beauty of loving is that you have to take chances to find real love. It is the critical component of love and loving. You have to take a leap of faith that it will work. It's the perfect example of hope.

No. No Jeremiah Thompson. No great-uncles of any variety. No grandmother in Texas who left me an inheritance. There's probably a Texas, but if this guy is saying it, I wouldn't be too sure of even that." "I

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How long shall I harbor sorrow in my soul, grief in my heart day after day? Look, answer me, O Lord, my God! — Ps. 13:3-4

My attitude toward men who mess around is simple: If you find 'em, kill 'em.

Life has a way of fixing things. – Stu Callebrew (the Dugout's owner and Matt Jacobs good friend/father figure)