129 Quotes by Bijou Hunter

Squinting at him, I had to wonder if all of the booze had made him stupid. “After all the trouble I have being with you, do you really think I’d want another dick around me?” Cooper grinned. “Is it wrong that my dick responded when you called its name?” “Very wrong, perv,” I said, laughing.

You said his name when you were dreaming,” he explained quietly. “He’s the guy who hurt you, right?” “Do you know him?” “Farah, why would I know him?” “He… I just don’t want to go back.” “You’re not going anywhere, baby. You’re staying here with me.” “He could come. He could take me.” Gaze darkening, Cooper whispered in a hard voice. “If he tried, he’d be dead before he put a hand on you.

How long will you be gone?” I asked just to make very clear how I didn’t enjoy getting ditched. “As long as it takes. When I get back, I’ll kiss you until you can’t stand.” “Stop with the threats. I’ll miss you even if you’re a jerk.

Arriving at my apartment, Cooper not only parked, but turned off his bike. “Invite me in,” he said softly while glancing around as if the place was beneath him. “I’m not having sex with you,” I said, getting off the Harley. “Tonight? Oh, yeah, I know,” he said, giving nearby voices a dark glare. “If you meant ever, we’re not on the same page.

So what are you studying at school?” I asked, watching the TV and not Cooper as he still played gently with a lock of my damp hair. “Pre-law.” Glancing at him, I frowned then forced myself to stop. “You want to be a lawyer?” “Nope. Hate lawyers. Hate laws. Hate it all, but I’m the only one of my siblings with an IQ over shitfaced so the burden is on me to be the lawyer.” “I don’t get it. Tell your giant brain to dumb it down a little.

Grinning, Cooper leaned over and kissed the top of my head. “I like your shampoo.” “You’re being weird.” “I’m just horny as hell. You were naked in the next room and I wanted you naked in here.” “I’m not having sex with you.” “Tonight,” he said with an exasperated sigh. “You keep forgetting to end your declarations with the word ‘tonight.

Must be nice,” I said, caressing the stick as if it might be my buddy and help me win. “Money makes life all kinds of nice. Oh, and the way you’re fondling the stick is making me super horny here. I also suspect you’re doing that on purpose. Now, who’s cheating?” Glancing back at him, I grinned. “You’re in a constant state of heat. I’m not taking the blame for that.” Throwing his head back, Cooper laughed. “Fair enough.

For the next few minutes, I made great shots until a creepy biker guy stood too close and I missed. Cooper took the stick and studied the remaining balls. “Don’t cry when I beat your ass.” “Hell yeah,” the biker said, laughing. “Some girls just love it rough.” Giving me a quick glance, Cooper glared at the guy. “Who the fuck are you?” “I know your pop.” “Good for you, but if you don’t back off and stop skeeving out my girl, my pop and I will be attending your funeral.

Want to copy my stellar notes?” Cooper asked, scooting his desk closer. Glancing at his notes, I shrugged. “You do have very nice penmanship. Dainty even.” “Bitch.” “Jackass.” “Gorgeous.” “Stud.” “You have no idea.