You never sleep,” Mick said. “Beside the point. I might’ve been busy doing other things.” “Like jacking off?” “I have people who do that for me,” Prophet sniffed.

Age doesn’t matter in these leagues – what does is how far you’re willing to go – how hard you’re willing to fight.

Keith couldn’t think of anything more perfect than having these two men at his cock. He ran his hands through their hair as they alternated licking his balls, stroking his shaft, fingering along his perineum until he groaned, threw his head back and fought the inevitable. Every once in a while, their mouths would meet and they would kiss, cheeks pressed to his cock and goddamn, he wished his cock could be in several places at once, filling both men in every possible way. And.

Because you couldn’t make your own luck. You were either born with it or you weren’t.

It’s only too late when someone’s in the ground. And even then, you can always find redemption.

You’ll end up with a man whose name starts with E. And he’ll rip through your life like a tornado. Then again, a tornado can handle a volcano.

Cooper came back down to the darkened room about half an hour after Lucky had freed his hands. The boat was still rocking, the wind was blowing and Sawyer called out, “Dude, you can’t leave the boat on auto-pilot in this kind of weather. Jesus is not here to take the wheel.

That’s not weakness, baby. That’s surrender – and they’re not the same thing at all.

Or maybe you just have some kind of alligator kink. The water shut off, and Prophet turned his head to see Tom exiting the bathroom naked. Tom stopped short when he noticed Prophet’s stare. He smirked a little and shook his head when Prophet shoved his hands into his pockets in a futile attempt to hide how turned on he was. Looking squarely into Tom’s eyes, Prophet knew what – who – he had a kink for. And the voodoo bastard knew it too. Knew.

He jerked the covers off and strode over to Damon. “And I’m dirty.” “You are. You’re my sweet, dirty boy,” he told Tanner.