9 Quotes by Anne Tenino

Jeez, you’re strong.” And you, Sam, are a conversational reject.

I got hard and he was there and the next thing I knew he was on his knees. I mean, I was going to step away, but he licked me.

Macho and manly and stern and, oh man. Sam sighed. Guys like this were never gay. They were always the ones chasing the homos.

He turned to Matt and gave a huge smile, one hand on her withers. James reached out and pulled Matt to him, and they stood there in a little circle. It felt disconcertingly like… a family reunion. Matt turned away from James‟s bright smile and looked at Miz in something akin to horror. Was she their… child? Miz nipped him. Hard. While snorting horse mucus all over him. Damn thing couldn‟t even blow her own damn nose. Would she ever grow up?

He didn't care if Matt made him cuddly or made him hornier than he'd ever been or even made him a lovesick fool. James was keeping him. Hopefully Matt would want to keep James too.

James had been acting a little weird. After waking up yesterday, he'd been a little bit distant. It might just be the stress of the trip. It was probably hard on James to be in charge of the little group. He was responsible for the welfare of his lover, a nun, and a talking horse. That couldn't be easy.

Sam. I've got news for you. Not every childhood trauma can be healed by finding the right penis."Sam looked devastated. He opened and closed his mouth, eyes wide, then suddenly slumped back against the railing, unable to support himself anymore. "You mean," his voice was barely a whisper. "All those romance novels lied?

Good. So, I guess I should have a pet name for you.”“You could call me laird,” Ian suggested, even though he wasn’t feeling like one right now.Sam swirled fingers in his chest hair, then tugged lightly on it. “Can I call you laird bear?”“Hell no.”Ian felt Sam smile against his neck.“No,” he repeated.“Okay,” Sam said agreeably, still smiling.“Fuck,” Ian muttered.Sam giggled. It was cute.“Let’s go to bed,” he said, nudging Sam with his arm. “This couch is too small.”“Okay, laird. Bear.”“Ha. Ha.

I thought you wanted to leave me." Jurgen sounded dazed.Nik patted his chest. "My poor, big, dumb asshole." He sighed, kissing Jurgen's neck. "Why didn't you just ask me?"Nik could feel the dumbfounded rising up from Jurgen's skin. "I don't know," he said slowly. "I didn't need to ask you if I knew how to fix it.""Oh, Jurgen." Nik patted him some more, petting his sternum. "We could probably spend a few years and thousands of dollars in psychologist's fees figuring you out, couldn't we?