Sean Michael Quotes & Sayings

Borderlands, Call of Duty, Far Cry ... You got any of those, Charlie? — Sean Michael

You want it, boy?" He pulled his prick out of his jeans.
"God, yes. That's why I'm here."
"Good." He left his jeans open, left his prick hard and pushing out. "Come on. Shower."
"Turn around." He wanted to see it. Griff went a deep red, but the man turned to show the weird, stylized whip branded into one ass cheek. Groaning, Brian reached out and touched it, traced it with his fingers. He'd done that. He'd marked his boy.
"You still clean?" Brian kept rubbing his prick back and forth across Griff's hole.
"I am. I couldn't ... I couldn't get it up with anyone else."
"Good." He grabbed the shampoo and poured it over his fingers.
"Was not. You fucked me up"
"We fucked each other up." He was not in this alone.
He couldn't wait to be inside Griff again. His wild, desperate baby boy. His fingers traced the brand on Griff's ass. His. All fucking his. Marked permanently. And Griff had let him do it. The man knew it was true. — Sean Michael

Save lies for things that are important. — Sean Michael

But you have two perfectly good Doms at your beck and call. You don't need to take taxis and deal with doctors on your own. — Sean Michael

I am not cake," Drake growled and pointed to the actual cake on the table. "That is cake. And I am not puffy, I'm studly. So there. — Sean Michael

Hey. Hey, stop that, now. Uncle Drake is a nice man." He held Maggie, patting her while Jenny and Christian looked at their sister like she was crazy.
Drake looked like he was facing down the worst thug imaginable.
"We're a little sensitive."
"About cookies or cops?"
"Cookies. Spiders. Dogs. Cats. Birds. Balloons. Semi trucks. Caterpillars ... — Sean Michael

Oh, for fuck's sake, quit being pussies." Montana leaned against the doorframe, Coke in hand.
"You hit me. I left. Billy got shot. You have this weird ... brain thing." Those dark eyes met Jack's. "I don't know what's wrong with you, except that you got that ADD thing, and hey, that's not criminal. You are Billy's friends. I'm Billy's, period. I'm not leaving. You're not leaving. You hit me again, and I'll hit you back. Hard. Now, can we all stop being weird-assed people and eat some fucking potato chips from a bag? — Sean Michael

Bereft of music, I am dead for life is just a song. — Sean Michael

I'm not 'trying you out,' I'm taking you as mine. — Sean Michael

You need anything we're only an hour away, give or take, honey. You call. We'll help you hide the body. — Sean Michael

Call me Tanny, please. Montana is what my Master calls me. — Sean Michael

Dillon kept his face impassive, his heart just racing. He had him. He knew where Dal was, and he was going to go there and fuck the man sober. And when Dal couldn't walk straight, then they were going to talk. — Sean Michael

Get the fuck out of my face, Jim." He pushed Rock backwards, fury filling him. "Don't you dare lecture me, you sorry son of a bitch! I have lived out here in this goddamned place without decent iced tea for years. Lived where I couldn't fucking touch you when I wanted to, where I can't even pretend to be your fuckbuddy, much less your lover. Then I'm out with fucking girls so that I could do the one thing I've never once done with you and MARINES jump me because I'm queer! — Sean Michael

Slayde came out of the kitchen, long brown hair pulled back into a ponytail, T-shirt dusted with flour, coffee in hand. If you wake the kids up before two, I'm going to beat you with a skillet. — Sean Michael

Because they weren't invited for the fuck-Dal-raw portion of the conference."
"Oh." One eyebrow went up, lips quirking in a wicked, impish smile. "I didn't see that on the schedule. I should have looked harder. — Sean Michael

This is about more." He arched, tilting a little.
Billy set the weight swinging again. "Tell me what it's about."
"Uh ... It's ... I ... It's about everything. It's like you're inside me, like my bones. — Sean Michael

The crusts, or at least what he assumed was crusts, were already rolled out flat rounds.
"How many do we need?" Because he could eat one of these all on his own.
"One for Uncle Slayde and Jenny. One for me and Maggie. One for ... Who do you share with?"
"I think I can probably eat the whole thing by myself." He patted his belly. "What do you think?"
Christian looked at him. "You could prob'ly eat a whole elephant. — Sean Michael

So, what's the plan for today?" If he asked for the whole day's plan he couldn't get in Slayde's way, right?
"It's Wednesday. Wednesday is library day and I promised we could eat lunch at the park. Then someone told me they wanted macaroni and cheese for supper."
He looked at the kids. "It wasn't me." He gave Christian a wink.
"No. Me," answered Christian. "With hot dogs in it."
Oh, gag.
"Isn't that nice." Maybe Slayde would let him order them something for the grown-ups.
Christian nodded, grinned. "Macamaronis and hot dogs! Yay!"
The girls cheered. "Yay! — Sean Michael

Drake was going to scream. "That's my sister," he growled. He did not need to hear about her getting it on with anyone.
"Uh-huh. I was in the delivery room for the last baby. I've seen her hoo-ha. Protection. — Sean Michael

You look extra beautiful tonight, Ker."
"It's the collar."
"Maybe. I think it's the happiness. You wear it well."
"It's the same thing. — Sean Michael

Rig shook his head, sighed, and headed toward the kitchen. Hank come fetch your wife. She's leaking all over one of my marines. They're not fucking wash-and-wear. — Sean Michael