Joanna Wylde

“Marie's drunk texts:Marie: Horse, muss yuMarie: Why dont anser?Marie: Horse like yur name. Horsey. I'd like to rid u horsey, LOL. You sleeping? Or busy with someone?Marie: I know yur there. I bet you got a new gurl alredy. Screw you.Marie: Screw you and your slut. I hate you. Take yur club and shove it up yur ass I wudn't be yoor old lady for ten milion dollrs.”

“So why are you called Horse?” “Cause I’m hung like one,” he replied, smirking.”

“I’m in charge here, don’t forget it,” he stated. I nodded, mesmerized.”

“Horse: What do you think? Gotta go, church in a few Me: Church?!?? Didn’t peg you for a church kind of guy Horse: What we call a club meeting. I try to stay away from collection plates Me: Don’t get holy water in your beer!”

“—¿Así que no vas a preguntar?Lo estudié, entrecerrando los ojos. Tenía un mal presentimientos sobre esto. Pero las palabras salieron de mi boca, totalmente fuera de mi control.—¿Por qué te llaman Horse?—Porque me cuelga como a uno —respondió, sonriendo.”

“It didn’t occur to me that I was glistening with sweat and wearing a bikini top until they turned off the bikes, pulled off their helmets and turned to scope me out. To make my own personal cliché perfect, Def Leppard’s Pour Some Sugar On Me blasted through the radio. I winced – I must look like a white-trash princess from hell, basking outside my trailer in a bikini to outdated butt rock.”

“I want you to be my old lady, babe. That’s all I have to offer. I’m a Reaper, and this is my world. You wear my patch, you be my woman and I’ll be your man. We take the good times together and fight through the bad times. No games. That’s everything I’ve got and it’s all yours if you’ll take it.”

“You’re all mine, babe. Knew it the first time I saw you. Couldn’t give you up if I tried.”

“I’ve never ridden a bike before.”Horse leaned over and gave me a quick kiss on the mouth. “Lookin’ forward to being your first, babe.”

“Gonna fuck you now.”“Sure,” I whispered, dazed. “Not sure I’m gonna be able to participate too much, think you blew a circuit or something.”

“Just ’cause I’m the picture of manly perfection doesn’t mean I don’t have a brain.”

“Someday,” he whispered softly in my ear. “I don’t want to hurt you. Not until you’re ready for me… But someday I’m going to own all of you, Marie. You’re all mine, babe. Knew it the first time I saw you. Couldn’t give you up if I tried.”

“What, surprised that the bone you’re fighting over can talk? Well fuck all of you!”

“Marie Caroline Jensen, will you do me the honor of being my permanent bitch?”

“Jesus Christ… Thank fuck for that,” Picnic said. “Nope, not Jesus, just a man,” Horse whispered. “Although when women see my dick for the first time, they’ve been known to fall down on their knees and worship me.”

“Apparently nice Horse would be joining me for dinner instead of his evil twin.”

“Fuck, this is gonna piss you off and then you aren’t gonna let me stick my dick in you,” he muttered. “Do you have to be so crude?” I snapped.“Have you met me?”

“You’re cute when you’re pissed. Kind of like a wet kitten. Gets me hard.”

“I’ll be your old lady and I’ll wear your patch. But if you ever let some bitch shove her tits in your face again, I’ll shoot you myself.”

“Ruger's in there too. Hands covered in blood so they arrested him. He had to tackle your girl to get the gun away from her. She'd gone all Pulp Fiction on us, ready to defend you by killing all of us if she had to. Crouched over your body like Wonder Woman. Gives me a boner just thinking about it.”

“Marie: So why are you called Horse?Horse: Cause I'm hung like one.”