Ce Ricci Quotes

Well, in the words of the great Olaf? Some people are worth melting for.

I want you. So much, I can’t think. Can’t breathe. I can’t do anything but want you.

Just make sure you don’t go falling in love with me.” I scoff. “A little hard when I’m already in hate with you.

There are far worse things in the world than falling in love, Aspen. No matter who it’s with.

At the risk of sounding completely fucking corny or like a total sap, I’m happiest when you’re happy, Kee. It’s always been that way, always will be.

Superstitions are pretty much the only thing I take as seriously as hockey. And this could be my last season. Yours too. I just wanna come out on top.” Or bottom. If he’d prefer it that way.

If you put half as much effort in trying to make us work as you are in trying to rip us apart right now, we could be fucking unstoppable", he mutters softly. “We’d be everything.

Someone want to enlighten me, so I don’t get fucking lost in the middle of the mountains if I decide to take a nice stroll…and don’t end up throwing myself over a cliff?” Sounds pretty fucking good right now. Actually scratch that and point me to the nearest death drop, thanks.

You’re a dream,” I whisper, my nose brushing his. “You’re a dream in the midst of my worst nightmare.

How in the ever-loving fuck this guy gets me worked up with his presence alone is so far outside my IQ range, it’s laughable.

I dare you to let me love you the way you deserve to be loved. Wholly. Completely. And out in the open, where the world can see.” My throat constricts around the words, but I continue to push them out anyway. “I love you. I’m so stupidly in love with you. And I dare you to love me too.

My entire body feels shredded and torn to pieces, the slab of muscle that used to be my heart most of all. But it still stumbles in my chest, trying to find a rhythm to beat to in this new existence I’ve found myself in.

He’s every deadly sin wrapped in a single heartbreaking package.

But hey, what doesn’t kill you just gives you seriously fucked-up coping mechanisms and one massive self-destruct button.

But get your head on straight for tomorrow’s game, and maybe you’ll get a repeat.

I just wanna know how it feels to be owned by him, even if it’s just once.

during that infamous birds and bees talk—saying if you can’t talk about it, you shouldn’t be having it.

Don’t you dare?

You’re kidding, right? No one drives my baby.

Oh, suck my dick. Fucking douche.” I smirk and lean into him, allowing our proximity to work in my favor. “Whip it out. I’ll drop to my knees right here and now. Best head you’ll ever get, guaranteed.

Seeing him like this, knowing I can’t do shit to ease his pain, take the burden of his sorrow and put it on my shoulders instead. It’s what you do when you care about someone. When they mean the world to you and you would do just about anything for them.

I literally think I hate you sometimes.” Rather than allowing me to deny him, he grabs the back of my neck and hauls me in and takes what he wants. He kisses me hard, the kind that curls my toes, before whispering against my lips. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.

The words hit me hard enough, I wish I would’ve taken the bullets instead. Because this...hurts so much worse.

But then someone told me that rule doesn’t apply if he’s the rest of your life.”  “Who told you that?” “Holden did. Last week.

khaki shorts

I’ve always been yours. I was yours even when I shouldn’t have been, Auden. I’m yours now, the moment we fucking met, and every single day in between.

OhholyJesusfuckingGod,” he moans in a single breath.

Truth be told, I’ve never watched a damn episode of Supernatural, but I’m pretty sure everyone knows how Dean Winchester feels about anyone besides him driving his Impala.

Homicide is illegal, and the only person who’d help me hide the body now lives in New Jersey.

I’m trapped, completely at his mercy. And he knows it. “Fight me, baby. There’s nothing I want more.

I’m here until he tells me to leave,” he finally says, his voice now detached. “That’s what you do for the people you love.

But I was wrong, baby. I think I prefer the taste of your tears.

So you need to take it or leave it, because I’m not changing for anyone. Not even you.

Nothing pulls me from this nightmare. Nothing lets me escape from this reality.

I’m just glad it’s died down now. No more scandalous stepbrothers screwing each other in the midst of grieving their dead parents.

I come with his name on my lips as I shoot inside his ass, filling him with my release. Claiming him as mine, once and for all.

You have me. You will always have me. Until every star in the night sky burns out. And maybe even then.

I didn’t want to fix you, only save you from your nightmares. Too bad I didn’t realize the real nightmare is you.

I pray I’m the only one who has to walk out of this hospital heartbroken.

You die, I die too,” I murmur gruffly into his hair, barely more than a whisper tearing itself from my throat. “I go where you go, River. That’s what forever means.

He’s losing it. No, losing it is the understatement of the century. What is more than wrecked? Destroyed? Obliterated? Fucking annihilated.

Until you, no one has managed to silence Shame’s screams. Even momentarily.

All I want is to be the hand you reach for when things get difficult.

Flirting With The Frienemy 101, sure to be an instant bestseller.

But fuck me, I wanna explore every curve and line and indent on his body. Learn it with my lips and tongue while it follows the paths my hands have already taken.

I bet you’d like to fuck my face, for real this time. And you can. I’ll get down on my knees for you, here and now, if you say yes.

You’re mine too.

Then get on your knees, baby. I’m about to fuck your face until you can’t breathe.” Holy shit.

A piece of me refuses to believe today was the last time I’d ever see my father’s face in person. From this day on, all I’ll have are photographs and my memories, and even those begin to fade over time.

This is love, Pierce. The fight-with-you-every-day-because-I-can’t-live-without-you kind. The kind where you get married and grow old together. The kind that’s meant to be forever. How can’t you see that?

Fuck, this is a pretty sight,” I mutter, my hips giving small thrusts every time his mouth descends over my length. “Had I known this was the best way to get you to shut up, I would have suggested it years ago.

My gaze meets his, finding him staring down at me—into the darkest depths of my soul—and for the first time, I’m not afraid of what he sees lingering in the shadows. Not when he’s the one who’s shown me how to let in the light.

said I’d only stay as long as he didn’t want me to leave. I’d only go when he told me to. All the oxygen is sucked out of the room and I feel like I’m gasping for air when I finally fucking realize... He doesn't want you. He doesn't need you.

Last chance to back out,” I whisper, pressing a little harder against his rim. “And why the fuck would I do that?” A smile lifts my lips and I murmur against the shell of his ear, “Because, baby…I’m about to ruin you for anyone who’ll come after me.

You love him,” Oakley says, a hint of awe in his voice. “Don’t you?” Leave it to my best friend to see right through me like I’m nothing more than a piece of glass. I bite the inside of my cheek, and before I realize it, I nod. “With every inch of me.

You and I both know that when you know, you just fucking know. It doesn’t matter if you’re sixteen, twenty-one, or thirty-something. When the person you’re meant to be with is tossed in your path, you grab them and hold on for dear life. In whatever capacity they’ll have you.

Go fuck yourself, Lennox.” He smirks, crossing his arms over his chest. “Why don’t you do it yourself, Grady?” My jaw practically pops out of its socket in an attempt to keep my damn mouth shut, to keep my cool and not let him get to me, no matter how much it goes against my nature. “Feisigh do thoin fein,” I growl under my breath in Gaelic. Because yeah, I’m a mature twenty-one year old guy who just told him to fuck his own ass in a language there isn’t a chance in hell he speaks.

He bridges the tiny pocket of space between our mouths, his lips brushing against mine in a feather-light kiss. One so soft, it’s barely a kiss at all. And I sink into it. Into the pure innocence of it. Into the intimacy of it, until I’m unable to escape the hold it’s got over me. But I don’t want to escape. Not now, not ever. I want to bottle this entire moment up into a single heartbeat and cherish it in all its glory. Because come morning light, one of two things are bound to happen. He’ll wake up beside me and regret every moment of what just happened. Or he won’t. But either way, I need to save it. File it in my memory as something pure and perfect. Something to remain untouched, no matter what happens tomorrow. And then pretend this doesn’t change anything between us. Even if I know it’s a lie.

I mean, I'd rather you actually fuck Roman than kick a puppy.

If you think you’re lost, just follow the river.

That’s the most fucked up part of it all, though. There you were, from the beginning, telling me not to fall in love with you. But I did anyway. And if I’d listened to you, this wouldn’t hurt nearly as much. Because it does hurt, knowing you don’t trust me. Knowing I don’t deserve your trust anymore.

I want you,” I whisper, like a secret in the night. “I want you so much, I can’t stand it.

Every emotion rippling through my body seeps into this kiss. Anger, hurt, betrayal. Hope, love. Hate.

So rather than keep fighting a losing battle, I walk away; tiny pieces of my heart left in my wake as he does nothing to stop me.

I cut him off with a bruising kiss, because there’s nothing else to say here. Nothing else to think or do other than kiss him more. Pin him against the door of his car and kiss him harder. Deeper. With as much passion and gratitude as humanly possible. Leave him breathless, the same way he does me.

You drive me fucking insane, and most of the time, not in a good way. But what better way than to work it out on each other? I’ll even let you go first. Whatever you want.” I run my lips over the pulse point on his throat, just below his jaw as I work my way over to his ear. “I bet you’d like to fuck my face, for real this time. And you can. I’ll get down on my knees for you, here and now, if you say yes.

Just make sure you don’t go falling in love with me.” I scoff. “A little hard when I’m already in hate with you.” “Wouldn’t want it any other way.

I’m gay and you’re an attractive man currently stripping in front of me. Of course I’m going to get hard.

He laughs. “And what if I wanted to go first?” I can’t believe I’m about to suggest this, but… “Then turn around.

Fuck it,” I mutter. My hand slides around the back of his neck, and I haul his mouth to mine in a scorching kiss. One that…fuck, it makes me want him all the more. And in all the ways I know I shouldn’t.

I’m about to cross Michigan Avenue when a hand lands on my forearm, halting me in my tracks. There’s not even a second for me to register what is happening when Quinton reels me back into him, and without hesitation, drags me in for a kiss. The second kiss of the day, but this is entirely different than the first.

What happened to the rules?” He licks the water dripping off his parted lips. “Fuck ‘em.

Please, just shut up. Before I make you.” “Mmm.” He chuckles more, curling his hand around the back of my neck. “Then maybe you should kiss me.” I can’t stop the way my heart ratchets in my chest when he kisses me instead.

God, listen to you,” he rasps, the deep cadence of his voice strained. “So fucking needy for me, and I’ve barely given you anything.

The worst of it is I can’t help but feel it’s partly my fault for being benched. Even when none of the blame actually falls on my shoulders, because I didn’t do anything wrong, I still feel the pang of guilt.

I feel a single tear collide with my thumb. It’s silent, but it might as well make a sonic boom as it meets my skin. Or maybe that’s the sound of my heart shattering on impact. Because there is no worse pain on the planet than watching the person you love fall apart before your eyes, knowing you’re helpless to stop it.

The hairs on my arms are standing on end, and suddenly, it feels like the temperature's spiked to somewhere between Hell and the surface of the sun.

No blood needs to be shed in order to get what you want.

Rain cups the back of my head, staring at me with a mixture of awe and terror. “You just took a bullet for me.

I wouldn’t be me if I didn’t fight you a little bit, would I?” I smile, working to swallow.

it could’ve been Rain on the pavement, blood pooling around him at astronomical speeds. Then I would be the one who is shattered beyond repair.

I can never take these things back, Ciaráin. Not believing you when you were only a child. Letting him control both of us. No matter how much I want to try, I can't rewrite history. But if you'll let me, I'd like the chance to make it up to you.

Even if it's painful. Even if rebuilding the bridge takes years. And even if the person might not be worthy. Holding onto the pain only hurts me more in the end.

Fine,” I say. “Then you can go. Leave. I don’t need your love or acceptance. I’ll have Mom and Willow and Rain—

I swear to fucking God, River. And if you try to die on me again, I’m gonna find a way to bring you back to life just to kill you myself.

And I swear to you, River. No matter what, I’ll follow you anywhere.

If I don’t do everything in my power to get River to a hospital, I’ll live with regret for the rest of my life. Even if I got Rain in the end. It would eat away at me, consume me from the inside out. And as much as I love him, I don’t want to be his second choice. I don’t want to be his consolation prize.

His eyes, a vivid gold as they tears spill over to streak his face, finally meet mine and everything I thought I knew about love starts to splinter. My heart drops to my stomach before they both quickly rise to my throat, forming a blockage so large I can’t fucking breathe. Breathe, Roman. He needs you.

bet you’d like to fuck my face, for real this time. And you can. I’ll get down on my knees for you, here and now, if you say yes.

Stop. Staring,” he says, his tone flat and direct while his eyes stay locked on his notebook as he continues writing. “Stop. Being. Sexy.” “Kinda something I can’t control, considering I’m not even trying,” he retorts. “Mmm, yeah, you’re right. This is one of those maybe he’s born with it moments.” His gaze lifts from his notebook again. Slower this time, before he cocks his head and blinks at me. “Did you just Maybelline me?” My lips lift in a grin. “Maybe.

One drink,” I coax. “And then you can have me any way you want me.” He steps forward, close enough that we’re almost touching.  “One drink,” he repeats, leaning in to whisper in my ear. “One drink and then I’m going to spend the rest of the night making you wish we skipped it altogether.

We’re good together. Too good. Scarily good.

For the record,” Will says, subtly pressing his hips into mine, his cock hard behind his shorts. “This is how I feel being around you. Only you. All. The. Fucking. Time.

For the sake of our sanity, we have to find a way to leave the past in the past.” How the fuck can I do that when

As long as my heart is beating, there isn’t a day on this earth where I won’t want you still. Won’t want to share this place with you—share every fucking moment with you for the rest of our lives.

You’re my person, Auden. You’re my fucking person. Not your sister. You.

What I want is you. I wanted you then, and I want you still.

I want everything with you, Pierce. And I’m not just talking about sex.” His fingers skate up and down my side, causing goosebumps to break out in their wake. “Every laugh and smile and secret and inside joke. All the little moments that make up a lifetime, I want with you.

I could live the rest of my life right here, in this moment, and it still wouldn’t last long enough.

I swear to God, Oakley, who might be the most top guy I’ve ever met, just asked me to— “Fuck me, Quinn.” Yeah, that. Holy mother of shit.

Fight me, baby. There’s nothing I want more.

I’d never be able to live this down if I don’t stop him from making me co— Ah, fuck it. This can’t get much worse.

Too bad my brain is firmly locked on the feeling of his erection against my thigh, begging me to return to favor. And God, how I want to.

And I’m not even into dudes. Right?

First with letting him shove his dick down my throat and swallowing his cum like it’s a fucking Slurpee.

Either way, the anticipation is higher than a pothead on 420.

My lucky socks don’t have profanity on them,” he counters. “Just like…ducks and donuts and shit.

Because instead of looking at the scoreboard, where images of his loved ones are flashing, he’s staring at me. Not his mom or sister. Me. The smile on his face just about kills me. There’s so much emotion in it besides joy and happiness, though anyone who doesn’t know him as well as I do wouldn’t just see those two things.

I hate how simple she’s making this sound. Like the answers have been right here, staring me in the face the whole fucking time, but I’ve just been too blind or stupid or both to realize it.

Love has nothing to do with how you define your sexuality. It’s all about the heart.” - Alexis Waters, Don't You Dare

Love has nothing to do with how you define your sexuality. It’s all about the heart.

His lips are red and swollen, his voice breathless when he whispers, “Was that the surprise?” I nod. “You’d said you wanted me to get out from behind the camera for a change,” I murmur before pressing another kiss to his lips. “I just figured it would be a lot more fun to do that with you.

I’ll never hurt you,” he murmurs, teeth scraping against my shoulder. “I’d rather die.

True love exists in moments stumbled upon by accident… — Atticus

Being your most authentic self is the only way to ensure your happiness.

Less than a minute later, we’re sliding onto the bench seat of his ‘67 Impala

Okay, Dean,

Someone’s getting testy,” I taunt. It feels good to be the one getting under his skin. “And someone’s pretending like he played the best game of his life tonight when you couldn’t find the net if it crawled up your ass and made a home there.” A bark of laughter burst from me. “Again with the gay jokes, huh, de Haas? Couldn’t come up with something to make you sound any more like a bigot?” His lips curl back into a sneer. “Oh, suck my dick. Fucking douche.” I smirk and lean into him, allowing our proximity to work in my favor. “Whip it out. I’ll drop to my knees right here and now. Best head you’ll ever get, guaranteed.

The guy’s talented, as much as I hate to admit it. He could make it big—I’m talking NHL big—if he wasn’t such a hothead. Or a raging douche canoe.

Even the part of him kicking my ass, since the douchewaffle never seems to back down from solving his problems with his fists.

His face searches mine for a moment, looking for answers to all the unspoken questions he has swimming in his brain. All the things he wants to know, yet knows better than to ask. Because it's too much, too soon. He

His face searches mine for a moment, looking for answers to all the unspoken questions he has swimming in his brain. All the things he wants to know, yet knows better than to ask. Because it's too much, too soon. He and I are simply enjoying each other's bodies. Having fun fucking the daylights out of each other on whatever surface is available in any semi-private place we can find.

as much as he might say he's down for a good time and even with the cocky, playboy attitude he exhumes...he isn't as jaded and shut off as he'd like to believe.

My eyes lock with his and I let out a final ragged breath before I move to put my still half-hard dick away. There's still a drop of cum on the tip, which I swipe up on my thumb before bringing it to his mouth. "Jesus Christ," Roman says as he watches me before sucking the digit into his mouth, tongue twirling around it greedily. "I prefer Hale," I retort before pulling my thumb free from his lips.

I saw Oakley less than an hour ago at practice, but to an addict going through withdrawals from their drug of choice, minutes have a way of feeling like a thousand years.

Fuck, baby,” he growls, licking up and down the length of my shaft more. “I love the sound of you choking on my cock.

Lemme see how hard you get from me fucking your face.

don’t have a chance to finish my thought before the unthinkable happens, and Oakley grabs the back of my neck, slamming his mouth to mine.

I hear him choke on a sob before his rough whisper breaks the air. “Breaking Benjamin. ‘Give Me A Sign.’” My body fractures and I don’t even know how I’m standing at this point, I’ve never felt so destroyed. Cracks start making their way through my armor as tears stream down my face. How am I ever supposed to let him go? “I can’t fucking stand this, Abhainn. I can’t do this anymore.

Is it possible to be in love with someone's dick?

apples can fall far from the tree after all.

You don't know ninety-nine percent of the people in this country, yet you live to serve them,

What is it about me that you can’t give me a damn chance?" "You're my best friend, man.

But the idiot I am, I let Rain in. Again. Into my body, my mind, and my fucking heart. I hate that once again, we’ve proven we’re nothing but an almost. Almost…everything. And knowing this tears me apart.

What do I want? Shouldn't it be fucking obvious by now? Shouldn't you know? I've so much as told you," I seethe, ice dripping in my tone. "I want something more than some high altitude fucks for a week or two at a time with absolutely no word from you in between. I want to know I'm not being played like a goddamn fool by feeling more than I should." A sardonic laugh slips from my lips and I scowl at him. "I wanna be able to claim you and mark you as mine and not look like an idiot for it. I want the words from your goddamn mouth to mean something. To be confident in knowing, when this shit is all over and we go back to Boulder, we still have something instead of being terrified everything will come crashing down again.

You fucking heard me,” he says, his voice just as hoarse as he walks up to me. “But in case it was somehow lost in translation, I’ll say it again. I love you. And all I want is you too.” Holy shit.

Insatiable as ever," he quips, licking my bottom lip. Fuck, you have no idea. I honestly don't think I'll ever tire of this. Of his touch, the way his body affects mine at every turn.

Mussed hair and swollen lips and amber eyes filled with love and lust, I’ve never seen anything more perfect in my goddamn life.

I’m fucking sure,” I pant against his mouth when we're finally forced to come up for air. “This is gonna come out sounding stupid and fucking corny, but my world begins and ends with you. I see you, the real you. The you kept hidden from everyone else. I know who you are, baby. And despite the shit we went through and all the shit we still have to overcome, I’m undeniably in love with you.

Your name was already inscribed on my heart and etched in my soul. The only place it was missing was inked on my skin.

You're painting me?" That makes him chuckle. "Technically I'm painting on you.

Not that he's an asshole or anything, it's just the way he is.

And I absolutely know, he could and has drug me through hell, but none of it could ever make me want him any less. "I love you," I tell him softly. And nothing in the world has felt better coming from my lips or the freedom to say them in the first place. He glances down and meets my eyes. "You have no idea how fucking amazing it is to hear you say it.

As if reading my thoughts, Rain clears his throat. "I know it feels like it will be right now, but this won't always be easy.

It isn’t a mistake. It’s being fucking human.

Leaning up on my forearms and opening my eyes, I furrow my brows to give him a what the fuck look. "I know, baby. But I don't care. I know what I'm signing up for. We'll fight and we'll make up. That's what couples, what partners, do." I move to sit up completely, careful to keep my back from touching the sheets and scoot over directly in front of him. "Don't try talking me or yourself out of this. I fucking meant it when I said forever." His eyes track mine. "We're only twenty-one," he whispers. "How can we know what forever is supposed to look like when we've barely lived?

It’s a punch to the gut, seeing him look anything less than completely composed.

The only thought blaring like a siren through my brain is mine, mine, mine, mine. And no one fucking touches what’s mine.

A slow smile creeps onto his face, one I swear he created just for me. "I know," he tells me as he yanks my shirt over my head before mouths and hands roam each other’s bodies.

If that isn’t love, I don’t know what is.

Inside me,” he pants against my lips and I can’t help but smile. There was a time when he was adamant this would never happen. He fought it at every turn. Now he’s asking for it. Needing it.

My hips piston into him hard and slow, letting him feel me hit the deepest part of him imaginable. And then lean up straight to look down into his love-drunk expression, smiling.

Nothing I do or say will ever express how far he’s rooted himself into my very being.

And I know now, we’re no longer an almost. We’re everything.

He was willing to risk having my name marking his body for the rest of his life, even if we never reconciled?

I didn’t mean to hurt you,” he pants softly against the back of my neck. “I never wanted that, Abhainn. You have to believe me.” I grimace from the passion behind his words, the agony I hear in them. I know they’re true, but all that does is cause me more pain.

you have to hit rock bottom. Just to know what it feels like. To know how bad it can be and still be alive. I mean, I know you know what I'm saying," he sighs, his eyes flicking out the window.

And I felt like I needed to go through it. To know how difficult it can be to climb out on my own.

I want it though. The same way I know you want mine." His eyes dart between mine and he nods again. "Then it’s yours.

I fucking hate when you make sense.

nod, his hair tickling my chin before I kiss the top of his head. "I know, Abhainn. I just want to keep you safe." "We're safest together.

Because you didn’t have to ask! I could see it in your eyes. You were terrified to let me go.” I watch, helpless, as tears begin to well in his eyes. “But fucking hell, Rain. You’re even more terrified to let me in.

The cost outweighs the gain, River. It’s not what you want to hear, but it’s fucking true. It’s not safe.” His lip trembles as it curls up into a grimace. “It wouldn’t be called a risk if it was safe.

Still, I find myself kissing him back with fervor, like a man dying of thirst and he’s the water I need to survive.

Rain leans down, eyes searching my face with a devious smile. “Because the only word I want to hear from your lips is my name while I fuck you.

mistake?” Elliott finishes, blue eyes boring into mine. A laugh slips out and he sneers at me. “Ironic how you want to look out for him now when you’re the biggest mistake he ever made.” Ouch.

It's not. But I don't mind taking a rain check for an hour." One of his hands move around to grip me, slowly jacking my length. A slight hiss escapes me which causes those dimples to pop in his cheeks. "Or maybe two.

I feel his fingers weave their way through my hair and the struggle coursing through his body. I know, because I feel it, too. We’re both tired. Of fighting each other, of fighting this intoxicating desire that overwhelms us every single time we’re in a room together. And just like every other time since the first in the cabin, we lose.

How can emptiness feel so heavy?

People only obsess over each other when things between them are left unfinished.

His smile grows as he plants a rough kiss on my lips before rolling off me. He positions himself on top of me to sixty-nine and I can't help but laugh because this is what he wants to try? God, he's fucking adorable.

Because I need him. All of him. Right here, right now. No matter how dangerous it will be to my already shattered heart. After all, he can’t break it more than he already has.

Take all of me. Swallow me down. And do your best not to choke on your own fucking words while I feed you my cock.

You’re bringing me to my damn knees just by being down on yours. How is that possible?

I need his truths, all of them. Every single thing he is willing to share, I’ll eat it up and still beg for more.

I love the way you fight me, baby. It makes the taste of your cum that much fucking sweeter.

He’s mine. Only mine. Just like I’m his. And I know now, we’re no longer an almost. We’re everything.

Did you lose your mind, Ciaráin Grady?” He gives me a smirk before answering Coach, all the while holding my gaze. “Sure did, Coach. I lost my mind and found my soul.

If you put half as much effort in trying to make us work as you are in trying to rip us apart right now, we could be fucking unstoppable,” he mutters softly. “We’d be everything.” His words hit me like a bullet to the chest. We already are, my love. You are everything. I only wish I could tell you that.

Well I hope Abbi’s mouth did the job for you. Or whoever it was. It doesn’t matter. It only proves, despite your claim, you haven’t been thinking of me much at all.” “You’re all I think about, Rain!

Would you put his,” he says, pointing toward the West wing of the house, “happiness above your own? Do anything in the world to give it to him, even if it meant sacrificing your own?” In a heartbeat.

Anticipation is rushing through me, bubbling up and filling me to the brim. And the second his tongue flicks across the head of my cock, his piercing rolling against the sensitive skin there, a soft groan escapes me.

Every time he touches me, it’s more addictive than anything else. Drugs, alcohol, whatever it might be. He seeps into every cell of my being and all that matters is him.

Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he says on an exhale, pushing his hips forward and back again, seeking me from both directions. He fucks himself on my finger, clenching tightly around it in a way that has me wishing it was my cock he was riding instead.

I’m yours,” I say again, removing my fingers from him as he slides down my body, positioning himself over my cock. Teasing his hole for barely a minute, I take extra pleasure in sliding the head inside him. The exquisitely tight fit has my balls squeezing already and it only gets worse when I look back up and see him still staring down at me.

My stomach convulses, anxiety making me second guess my answer. But he needs to know. I made a promise. I’ll never keep anything from him ever again. I’ll give him all of me. Now that I have him back in my arms, I’m not about to break it. No more second chances. “Pulse of my heart.” I feel his smile against my lips as a soft laugh leaves him. “And the air you breathe?

Power Over Me.’ Dermot Kennedy,” he answers, his husky voice laced with desire as his hand slides over his dick while he rides mine in slow, steady movements. “Because that’s what you have. What you’ll always have.

But it’s not deep enough. It’s not enough. I won’t be fucking satisfied until it’s impossible to tell where I stop and he begins. Until we’re one. “Damn fucking right you’re mine,” he pants, building speed as he grinds into me on every downstroke. My fingers dig in, holding him in place as I take my turn to thrust up into him in hard, greedy pumps. “Always, completely yours, mo grá.

I guess the question should be, what does Ted have on you that's made you so afraid? Because you can try to play it off, but I know. I can see your fear, baby. I feel it like it's my own.

Attempt to find happiness when, let’s face it, do any of us even know what that looks like?

You can have whatever you want, mo grá,” I whisper against his lips. “Top, bottom. Hard, soft, fast or slow, I’ll give it to you. Just give me a chance.

I can see the possessive look in his eye as he does it too. It screams a single word. Mine. It’s already got my dick thickening again, still deep inside him. And that’s when I realize what he’s doing. He’s marking me. Claiming me.

Myself included. But I still try, because when the people you love are hurting, you do anything to help them through it. Even if it shatters your own heart in the process.

don’t need to be reminded of what a disappointment my father truly

Holding the ring up for him to see, I push my anxiety to the side and offer everything I have to give. “Because you fought for us at every turn, even when you had no reason to. Gave me hope for a better future. Held my hand and had my back and supported me through whatever life threw my way. And I want to do those things for you too. I want to spend the rest of my life making you as happy as you make me, if you’ll let me.

Sometimes,” I heave with effort. My lips are starting to feel cold and numb, my words feeling slurred. “Sometimes forever...is shorter than you think.

No. River, no. You made me fall in love with you. I fought so hard not to but I never stood a chance. It was always you, Abhainn. So you don’t get to leave me here alone.

Because forever wouldn’t have been long enough to spend with River. To learn him and love him.

Walking over and sliding down the wall next to him, I reach out and grab his hand in mine, needing to comfort him in some fucking way, even though I know he probably doesn't want it. So when he turns and pulls me in for a hug, I'm rendered speechless.

It’s perfect,” he smiles, coming over to place a kiss on my lips. “I already see a lot of surfaces for us to—” “Really? You’re insatiable,” I laugh, cutting him off.