Jake The Snake Quotes

She killed the shit out of that snake,” Hank said, laughing. “Chopped off its head, set it on fire, then shot it.” Jake looked at me as if I were crazy. “A little overkill, don’t you think?” “It wouldn’t stop moving.

Want me to roll you?” Tom asked. “Not funny.” But Prophet was rock hard. Tom stalking over to him and crowding him wasn’t helping. “You still have that duct tape?” “Yeah. Why?” “Come on, bebe. Let’s play gator.” Prophet hated the way his body responded yes—eagerly—to that question. “Think you wanna. ’M’I wrong?” Tom’s drawl was thick as hell, went right down Prophet’s spine, as the man’s hand snaked around Prophet’s waist and pushed his own hard cock against Prophet’s cargo pant-clad one. “Yes.

She breathed in the salt spray and repeated softly, “It’s beautiful.” “So are you,” Jake said, as softly. He was standing so close that the hairs on her arm felt the brush of static electricity, a promise held in the air between them. Her face tipped up to meet his; his arm moved to her waist. She could feel his breath on her lips, on her cheeks. She waited for the brush of his lips against hers. It didn’t come. She looked into his eyes and saw desire; longing. But she saw something else too. She saw fear. He stood there, paralyzed it seemed, the want in his eyes at war with the fear. Then, like a man who had found himself about to step on a poisonous snake, he cautiously took a step back. The relief in his eyes brought tears to Rachel’s. “I … I’m sorry,” he stammered. “I just …” He stopped, at a loss for what to say. Rachel stared at him, hoping that her eyes would pull him back toward her, that this moment of apprehension would pass. It didn’t. In a gentle, almost loving tone he said, “You’re a very beautiful girl, Rachel,” and it hurt worse than if he had called her an ugly hag.

I’m at the point of banging my head against my laptop screen when Adele starts singing to me. Glancing down I see Jake’s name flashing. The smile it brings to my lips stays there as I answer it. “Hey, baby.” “How’s it going?” “Not good. You’re incredibly hard to write about, you know.” “But incredibly easy to love.” “Well, yeah, but that’s only because you have a big willy,” I joke. “Cock, baby. Call it cock, or dick. I’ll even swing for snake. But not willy. Willy just sounds so wrong, on so many levels.” “No it doesn’t! It’s a British term. Have you forgotten those altogether?” “No, but that’s one I will gladly forget.” I hear voices in the background. “Are you with someone?” “I’m in the studio with the guys. Zane’s here.” “You just said ‘cock,’ ‘dick,’ and ‘willy’ in front of them.” I groan. He lets out a loud laugh. “They’ve heard me say worse, baby, trust me.

Chapter 9 - Marissa's Lake: “We’ve got incoming,” said Benter scrambling up, grabbing Jake’s arm and running back into the snake tunnel almost dragging Jake until he righted himself and jerked loose from Benter’s hold. At a dead run, they rounded the bend that had previously led to the red sky. The crashing noise of falling rock echoed by them and they backed up to the side of the tunnel. Benter held his finger up to his mouth. He slowly edged forward to peek back beyond the bend. The colossal dragon tried to dig and burn its way into the tunnel, but it was ten times the size of the tunnel opening. The beast inhaled a deep breath, seemingly to suck every bit of air from the tunnel. Benter felt himself breathe harder, becoming lightheaded. The dragon continued to inhale and Benter realized the exhale would be a huge fire bomb. “RUN!” yelled Benter, but Jake had read his mind and was already ahead of him running as fast as he could. Within seconds of their exit the dragon released the fire missile and great licking flames raced towards them in a hungry fervor.

I’ll take her first,” says Jake. “Stretch her out before you attack her with that anaconda. We need her to last tonight. All fucking night. Wait—do you guys have snakes in Finland?

Prophet stared at him for a beat longer, unmoving, before Tom’s hand snaked around his wrist, a firm grip but not a painful one. He looked at Tom and swallowed hard at the unabashed, naked heat in his eyes. And then he let Tom guide him to face the back of the couch. Tom’s palm pressed down between his shoulder blades. He conceded slightly by leaning forward to hold fast to the couch’s back, but he didn’t bend over the couch, the way he knew Tom wanted him to. Because Tom was not the boss of him. Not all the time. And not now. This was his game, dammit. Behind him, Tom snorted softly. “Still fighting compliance?” “I am complying.” He somehow managed to sound halfway agreeable, albeit through clenched teeth. He felt Tom’s hands slide down his sides and land on his hips before his legs were kicked apart. And then Tom must’ve gotten on his knees behind him because he was holding Prophet’s ass cheeks apart, sliding his tongue inside . . . “Fuck.” Tom

After a rather lengthy discussion about the difference between a human man and a human woman, which apparently the swampkin had never figured out because they were all sexless little snake monsters,

July!

Cakes and Ladders I used to bake you cake, my love, I used to bake you cake Then I saw you were a snake, my love! I saw you were a snake! I threw you in a lake, my love, I threw you in a lake And now I stand and eat my cake While you get scoffed up by a hake And though I pause to call you fake I do not miss a single chance to bake for Jake he’s late I ache for you for him for us for them And now My Cakes Go STALE.

Did I thank you?” His hands squeezed hers. “No, but it’s all right. You can make it up to me later.” Adam yelped a little as Ian’s hand came out and swatted him on the head. “Forgive my employees, officers,” Ian said. “They’re the best in the business, but they can be a little unprofessional at times.” Adam frowned back at Ian. “Hey, I very professionally shot that snake.” “He did. He didn’t girly scream or anything.” Jake shot him a smug grin.

Dad, I'm in an airport with armed police. How much trouble can I cause?" Mum's fingers tightened around her book. "This is a terrible idea," she muttered.

It felt as if this was something we were meant to be doing, Pan and me together. It felt… right.

I must have looked like she did: cut and bruised, covered in sand and dust and rubble. But still we both grinned. "You just killed a giant monster snake," Pan said. "We did," I replied.

Pan stood on the bank, aiming one of the stun guns. She'd taken all four of the mercenaries out, in the dark, from twenty metres.

Jake," Mum snapped, "when people are firing at us, you don't have to tell me that they're firing at us.

That's North America," I said, recognizing the shape of the land mass. "And that's Britain there." "Britain? Jake, that's impossible." Pan swam closer. "The Ancient Egyptians didn't know about these places.