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300 pages, Paperback
First published September 7, 2013
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Prophet was impulsive. Reckless. Lethal.
Prophet wanted to throw a chair at him, mainly because it had always been an accent he’d found irresistible. On anyone else but this guy. Okay, a little on this guy. Fucking bayou asshole.
This whole thing was messy and complicated and fraught with a myriad of issues, apart from the fact that Prophet didn’t know if he actually liked Tommy, and he was sure Tommy didn’t really like him either.
It was like trying to balance in quicksand – in the end, it was easier to give up and let yourself get pulled under.
‘He'd known it from the second he'd heard Tom's drawl and had forced himself to act the opposite way, figuring if he pretending he couldn't stand the guy that his body would decide to agree with his brain.
As usual, his dick had other ideas.
Screwing a partner is never a good idea.
Having a partner wasn't either, though.
‘Fuck, he loved kissing. Fucking was obviously great, but kissing was really how you could figure out how to take someone down in the best way possible.’
“Why? You think fucking the future boss will ensure you a job?”
“Just when I think you weren't raised by wolves...”
“But I was.”
Sometimes spoilers are a given...
Tom had only just began to realize how deeply Prophets wounds ran.
"Come on- let's go back to bed."
"What do think will happen then?"
"I'm going to fuck you."
"Suppose I want to fuck you?"
“Seriously, I’m going to kill you,” Tom told him, then muttered, “If I can’t hide the body well enough, it will be so worth going to jail.” “I heard that,” Prophet called over his shoulder as he left the room with donuts. “I meant you to”
“This isn’t a good idea, Tommy. You’ll get hurt.” “I’d think you’d like to see me get the shit beat out of me.” “No, I’d like to be the one doing it.”
There wasn't anger in Prophet, rather an inherent wildness that Tom had no desire to tame. No, he wanted to ride it, imbibe it, fuck it senseless, and watch it grow wilder.
"Did I fuck the fight out of you?"
"Never. That doesn't mean you should stop trying."
"You're in so much goddamned trouble, Tommy."
"Tell me something I don't know."
In the dark, Tom could see the flash of Prophet's blond hair, felt Prophet's tongue on his skin as the man conquered every inch of him and planted his flag.
It would never be like this with anyone else. It never had been before. Tonight, Prophet was ruining him for anyone else, and Tom wondered if Prophet knew it too.
"Tonight, there's only room for two of us in this bed - and you're going to know who's fucking you."
It was a threat, a promise, all rolled together, enough to make Prophet ache at the realness of it.
"You don't know what you're alive for until you know what you would die for."
--Martin Luther King, Jr.
"You don't seem like the tattoo type, Tommy."
"What type do I seem like?"
"At first, the really annoying kind."
"Way I figure it, if I'm forced to have a partner, might as well have one with benefits. If you're annoying me, fucking you will be more satisfying than punching you." Prophet grinned, then added slyly,
And I could always punch you afterward."
This was a fun read for me because it was a favorites book showdown with my GoodReads friend JustJen! She read Point of No Return and the sequel Breaking Point and I read Free Falling and the Hell or High Water series. We dreamed it up as a good way to kick each other in the ass to get us to finally read these great books that have been sitting on our shelves for so long! Thanks Jen! I loved mine!