Rugby Quotes

The car was some kind of Porsche and the door stood open and beckoning, like a gold embossed invitation to sinIf she could survive a ride with angel-lips in his penis car then surely she’d be immune to him in any situation?

~ Amy Andrews

So, what...in the meantime, you just...” He glanced at her then back at the road. “Deny yourself?”Em gave a half smile at the incredulity in his voice. Clearly it was a foreign concept to him. “It’s okay. I have a battery operated boyfriend awaiting my attention when I get home.”He shot her a quick, open-mouthed stare, his lips parted enticingly. He looked so stunned at her admission she couldn’t help but laugh.“Sorry, didn’t you know that women did that, too? Did I shock you?”“Not at all.” He recovered quickly, a big smile splitting his profile. “I’m just trying to decide which is sexier. Self-denial or self-abuse.

~ Amy Andrews

But...a vibrator can’t hold you in its arms or give you the full-body experience.”Em clamped down on the wicked surge of heat between her legs, thinking about a full-body experience with Lincoln Quinn. “It’s not going to make me lie in the wet spot, either.”“It can’t snuggle with you after,” he countered with another laugh.Em snorted. “And that’s your specialty, is it? Hanging around for pillow talk?”“I’ll have you know I give very good pillow talk.”Sure. And Elvis was alive and living at Henley Stadium. “Right,” she muttered. “Of course you do.”“I really do.” He nodded. “Most women seem to be more interested in me giving them good head, but hey, I’m a full service kinda guy.

~ Amy Andrews

You should really go inside now,” he said.Her glazed, unfocused stare was starting to clear, and the cranky look he was used to being levelled at him started to take shape. “And if I don’t?”“You want to fuck me on your doorstep?” he asked, his voice low and gravelly. “Call me tomorrow when you’re sober. I’ll be right over.”She jutted her chin defiantly—clearly pissed at him for trying to be the responsible one. “I won’t need you after I’ve spent all night with a couple of multi-speed toyfriends and a box of batteries.”Linc shoved his hands on his hips, pushing back unhelpful images of her naked and pleasuring herself with a hot pink cock. “Go inside,” he growled.Before he did something crazy like offering to watch.

~ Amy Andrews

Sex was a happiness transaction. And rugby had given Linc the means to feel very happy, very often.

~ Amy Andrews

It was the kind of mouth that should only be found on angels. Chick angels.

~ Amy Andrews

Probably just as well. Maybe with all that testosterone walking out the door, the insane urge to hump Lincoln Quinn’s leg would walk right out as well. Because that was exactly how she felt every time she looked at him.Like she was in heat.Within minutes, the restaurant had emptied out to only a few non-team wedding guests. Her nemesis was nowhere to be seen, and Em congratulated herself on her self-control as she eased off the bar stool.Embarrassing leg-humping avoided—bravo!

~ Amy Andrews

Talk to me when your nuts are so blue they look like something you can hang on a Christmas tree.

~ Amy Andrews

This was Linc at his most elemental. This was cave man stuff. Potently male. Potently virile. Hot. As. Fuck.

~ Amy Andrews

His aftershave – eau du sex god - wafted her way.

~ Amy Andrews

He hadn’t struck her as particularly religious unless she counted the number of times he’d called out to Jesus when he’d been deep inside her.

~ Amy Andrews

He was stretched out like he was her own personal playground and she wanted to ride on his equipment for a bit longer.

~ Amy Andrews

If I’d known a sixty-niner was the way to your heart I would have done it weeks ago.

~ Amy Andrews

You’re a gambling man, right? Or do you only bet on frivolous things like poker and fucking women?

~ Amy Andrews

Why do men always have such high opinions of their cock?

~ Amy Andrews

He’d gone too far. He didn’t usually talk to women so frankly. Not with them both fully clothed anyway.

~ Amy Andrews

In any game, the game itself is the prize, no matter who wins, ultimately both lose the game.

~ Amit Kalantri

Before you start your full day of watching Equestrian Square Dancing, Soccer Balling, Hoop Dreaming, Cricket Batting, Rugby Punching, Volleyball Chopping, Skateboard Falling, Martial Arts Bowing, Bicycle Peddlers, and College Football Hecklers, maybe we have time to learn somethingScientifically.

~ James Hauenstein

I wasn't picked for any of the sports teams at school because I was half the size of everyone else, but now everyone assumes I must have been some sort of rugby player.

~ Will Poulter

I played rugby from the age of 10 until my late twenties; an unlikely player - small, quiet, long-haired and 'wiry.'

~ Anthony Browne

Before there was any chance to go to England, I changed schools, and it was rugby from there on in.

~ Brian O'driscoll