Margarida

“Two nights ago, I fucked up and hurt a woman I’d come to care about. I been waiting for this morning, hopin’ you’d roll up to Ride and I wouldn’t have to hunt you down. But if you were really pissed at me in a way I couldn’t fix, this morning could have gone different. Thinkin’ on that and all the other shit swirling in my life, the last two nights I haven’t slept all that great. But I ate good, I just came hard, I’m in your bed, you like me here and you called me honey so I’m thinkin’ tonight’s my night. That is, if you’d shut up and let me sleep.”
― Kristen Ashley, Motorcycle Man

“Did that just happen?” I whispered.
“Yep,” Hawk replied, grabbed my hand and tugged me to the door. “My dad just saw us making out with your hand on my ass,” I added detail, just to confirm. Hawk opened the door and pulled me through, repeating, “Yep.”
“Well, at least I got my Jimmy Choos before I died. Now you can take me to the nearest railway crossing and I’ll throw myself in front of a train.”
― Kristen Ashley, Mystery Man

“Oh yeah you do, especially since those jeans do things to your ass that would knock the gay out of Elton John,” Bradon retorted.”
― Kristen Ashley, Law Man

“Any man who’s done anything less than worship you should be fucking shot!”
― Jodi Ellen Malpas, Promised