An old lady doesn't deal, darlin', she breathes easy

Tack didn’t grin. He tugged on my arm and dragged me down the hall to his bedroom. Dinner was chips and dip, beer and tequila and good company. Dessert was Cool Whip and Tack. In other words, dessert was the bomb!

Naomi, I asked you to suck my cock, you’d have your mouth wrapped around it so fast, you’d break the sound barrier.

My head fell forward and to the side until it collided with his shoulder as my arms slid around him and got tight.I felt his head turn and in my ear he said quietly, "Fuck, baby, just with that, you made callin' that marker worth it.

FYI, baby, havin' your attitude back is so far from annoying, it's not fuckin' funny.

Babe, I'm not anyone's boyfriend.I blinked again but this was so I wouldn't flinch."What?" I whispered."You have a boyfriend when you're sixteen. You fuck a man casually, you don't have anything except, if he's good, a supply of orgasms. You got what we're building, you got everything. But bottom line, I've claimed you. This means you're my woman which in turn means I'm your man.

You're in a tight, short dress and high heels? Tack asked."Yes.""I'll be there in five.

Love you, Red.

But you know what else never happened to me?""Tell me," he ordered, still...freaking...grinning."Seeing him just a day later in a clinch with a brunette.""You knew me, you'd know she didn't have staying power and you'd know you do.""And how's that?" I snapped."She's dark, you're red. I'll fuck dark, I'll fuck sun but only red has staying power. Considered sun once. Lost her. Now it's you.

you don't know this, baby, but some men have dream women too"Tack-Motorcyle Man