Danielle > Danielle's Quotes

“No. Look, the mutual tug paid extra.” Dante mimed jerking and squirting without looking embarrassed, which only made Griff more embarrassed. “And the
stuff you did at the end bumped our fee even—”
“I know, man. Sorry about—”
“—more. Bullshit, sorry! Blowing your jazz on me got us a three hundred dollar bonus. Didja know that?” Dante rolled his eyes and waved away the worry.
“Dude, if I could get a fee every time you squirted on me, I’d camp under your bed and have you doing it three times a day.”
Help me, Jesus.
Griff’s eyes honest-to-God bugged at that.”
― Damon Suede, Hot Head

“Observation #8: Boys are icky.

Do not even get me started on the state of the bathroom. I'm thinking of calling in a haz-mat team. Seriously.”
― Kate Brian, Megan Meade's Guide to the McGowan Boys

“You're doing it wrong."

"Son, I've got a gun to your chest and you're telling me that I'm doing it wrong?"

"Yes"

"How?"

"Closer isn't better." He disarmed her with a swift motion, then offered the weapon back to her. "Further away you are, the less unpredictable I can be."

Della's eyes had opened wide with surprise, but she recovered fast. Took the shotgun back and said, "Okay. Knock again so we can start over.”
― S.E. Jakes, Long Time Gone

“I realize you're planning on fighting all the dragons single-handedly-"
"I'm going to protect you from John, dammit. Show him that he can't fucking mess with you. This is about territory."
Tom narrowed his eyes. "Are you going to piss a circle around me too?"
"If that's what it takes.”
― S.E. Jakes, Daylight Again

“I'm never letting you do my laundry. Again."
"I didn't know the red towel was in there," Prophet protested.
"You did it on purpose to get out of doing laundry."
"Maybe. But it worked."
"Fucking impossible.”
― S.E. Jakes, Daylight Again

“Cillian's been gone for a while. Like gone, Mal. Won't answer texts or anything."
Mal shrugged again, encouraging the apeshit.
"Mal. Did. You. Kill. Him."
Mal stared at him steadily, then shook his head. Slowly.
"Good.”
― S.E. Jakes, Daylight Again

“I am fucking charming!” Dex shouted, his entire face going beet red. “I am the most charming motherfucker you will ever know, so kiss my perfectly perky ass!”

After some consideration, Sloane cocked his head to one side and shrugged. “I’ve seen better.”

“Oh, now you’re insulting my ass?”
― Charlie Cochet, Hell & High Water

“Cael, come on. Stop licking the dude. That's gross."

Letty let out a snort. "Please, like you don't lick dudes."

"That's different," Dex explained with a grimace. "None of those dudes were Ash. Besides, last time I checked, Ash was allergic to nuts.”
― Charlie Cochet, Hell & High Water

“Dex arched an eyebrow at him before he winked down at his dick.

“Don’t worry, fella. He needs a minute to take in all the awesome.”
― Charlie Cochet, Hell & High Water

“Now how do I access Google?”
Was he serious? “Why do you need Google?”
“When don’t you need Google?”
He was serious. “How about when you have a powerful, multimillion dollar government interface linked to numerous intelligence agencies across the globe right in front of you.”
Dex squinted at him, his lips pursed thoughtfully. “So… is that a no on Google?”
“Are you on medication?”
― Charlie Cochet, Hell & High Water

“And you managed to pick up on all that while being hung upside down by a fellow agent, getting yourself beat to shit by your new Team Leader and tormenting your baby brother in the showers?”
“Yes. I would have had more, but you know, I was momentarily distracted by all the soapy six-packs.”
― Charlie Cochet

“Dex lowered his voice, growling as his fingers moved the puppet’s little paws. “Hi, I’m Ash. My hobbies include shooting things, shooting things, and uh, shooting things. Oh and I like fish.”
― Charlie Cochet, Hell & High Water

“Yogi was fast on his heels as Dex sped through the lounge, down the busy corridor, and past the training bays. “Excuse me! Coming through!” Shit, shit, shit! Who’d have thought Yogi would like Cheesy Doodles as much as he did?

“Give them here!” Yogi growled.

“Go find your own pic-a-nic basket!” The deep feral growl he received in response was most likely a “no.”
― Charlie Cochet, Hell & High Water

“His dad’s gruff voice interrupted his pitiful thoughts.
“Can I be frank?”

“Sure. Can I be beans?” Without even having to look up, Dex knew what his dad was doing. “Stop. You know how I hate when you do that.”

“Do what?” Tony grunted.

“Do that puckered ass thing with your lips.”

“And you know all about puckered asses.”

Dex arched an eyebrow at his dad. “You know, at times I wonder who the grown-up is here.”

The elevator pinged and they exited into a long white hall with dark gray flooring. “And I wonder if you’ve lost more than a few marbles. Like the entire bag.”
― Charlie Cochet, Hell & High Water

“If Sloane’s quiet words hadn’t been enough to get Dex squirming in his towel, Sloane’s quick kiss to his lips sealed the deal. Oh God, he was about to get a hard-on at work, and the bastard that was the cause of it was loving every moment of it.
Think unsexy thoughts. Think unsexy thoughts.
Ash’s growl echoed through the showers. “What are you two gay boys doing in there?”
Aaand done.
--Dex”
― Charlie Cochet, Hell & High Water

“As of this afternoon, you are a Defense Agent for the THIRDS.” The man grew quiet and Dex couldn’t help but wait for him to throw his arms out and shout “Ta-da!” with a show of jazz hands.”
― Charlie Cochet, Hell & High Water

“Sloane stepped out from under the showerhead and grabbed his shower gel, catching Dex’s eyes on him as Dex said, “Not staring, appreciating,” before turning his attention back to Ash, “and who doesn’t partake in a good gander every so often? If you’re gonna stand there and tell me you ain’t never sneaked a peek at another dude’s love truncheon, I’m calling bull-poopie.”
― Charlie Cochet, Hell & High Water

“Ash opened the door, stopping the males before they could go in, “Learn some manners.”
Letty gave them a salute before walking in, rifle in hand.
“That’s rather chauvinistic,” one of the males huffed.
Ash let out an amused laugh. “I didn’t let her in first because she’s female, you jackass. I let her in first because she likes to shoot things, and I’m very considerate that way.”
― Charlie Cochet, Hell & High Water

“Your pupils are dilated. Does that mean you want to fuck me or eat me? Because I might have a problem with one of those.
-Dex to Sloane”
― Charlie Cochet, Hell & High Water

“He turned, arching an eyebrow at Dex. "ABBA?"
"What kind of gay man are you?" Dex thrust a finger toward the door. "Out of my house. Your kind isn't welcome here.”
― Charlie Cochet, Hell & High Water

“On instinct, Sloane smacked his hand away, and Dex let out a painful yelp. “Shit, I’m so sorry!” Sloane crouched down beside him. He attempted to take hold of Dex’s arm, but his partner shrank away from him, his arm cradled against his chest. Dex’s whole face had gone red and Sloane cringed. “What the fuck, man? You’re a horrible nurse!”
― Charlie Cochet, Hell & High Water

“He's a little more...psychotic than usual," Tom said quietly.
"How so?"
"He took C-4 to bed with him."
Prophet shrugged. "He's always done that.”
― S.E. Jakes, Daylight Again

“No, you know what? If there’s no sexy times for me and Sloane, then none of you are getting any either.” Dex jumped on the couch and addressed the room, pointing to everyone one by one, starting with Ethan. “No sexy times for you.” Then Calvin. “None for you.” He pointed to Ash. “None for you.” He pointed at Cael. “Definitely none for you.” He ignored Cael rolling his eyes and moved to Sloane. “Sorry, babe, none for you either. We’re all chaste until moving is over.”
Ash let out a laugh. “You and Sloane, chaste? That’s the funniest shit I’ve heard all year!”
― Charlie Cochet, Catch a Tiger by the Tail

“You can't adopt people like kittens! Aiden growled.
'I wouldn't know; someone wouldn't let me get a kitten', Meryn retorted.
'Fine, you can have a kitten, no people'
'Too late”
― Alanea Alder, My Guardian

“Get your fang boner under control. Your freaking out my person”
― Alanea Alder, My Guardian

“He was wooing me. And I was letting him woo. I wanted the woo. I deserved the woo. I needed the wow that would surely follow the woo, but for now, the woo? It was whoa.”
― Alice Clayton, Wallbanger

“Get your ass over here right now, you motherfucking scary movie pusher.”
― Alice Clayton, Wallbanger

“Hi, pot. It’s me, kettle,” Sophia snapped back.
“Hi kettle, you have about thirty seconds before this pot kicks your ass.”
― Alice Clayton, Wallbanger

“The girl next door was meowing. What in the world was my neighbor packing to make that happen?”
― Alice Clayton, Wallbanger

“Why do all men seem to think they need to rescue a woman? Are we not capable of rescuing our damn selves? Why do I need to be rescued? I don’t need a man to rescue me, and I certainly don’t need no wallbanging, Purina-fucking, listening-at-my-wall-like-a-goddamn-psycho coming over here to rescue me! You got that, mister?”
― Alice Clayton, Wallbanger