Crimson River Devney Perry Quotes

Where the hell is my chair, Blue?

From the outside, my life was rock solid. So why couldn’t I shake this unease? This feeling that I was missing something. This feeling that somehow, I’d failed. That I was marching in the wrong direction

refused to be jealous of their happiness. Refused. It was harder to refuse the loneliness.

Of course she’d understand why I’d kept it to myself. There was something uniquely special about Lyla Eden. Her heart.

The war was over. So I stopped fighting. Instead, I buried my face in my hands and cried for the man who’d changed my life. The man I loved. The man who’d walked away.

Fuck. You feel so good, Blue.

Gray-blue eyes locked with mine. He raised a hand in the air. I pressed one against the glass. Then I aimed my eyes on the road. And as I drove away, I didn’t let myself look back.

Somewhere along the way, I lost that girl. You’re good at finding people, right? Maybe after you catch Cormac, you could teach me your tricks.

Don't ever leave me again. Not a chance.

If only we had more time together. I’d learn every color of Vance Sutter’s eyes.

I have this habit of wearing my feelings like jewelry, bright and sparkly for the world to see. I trust people just because people can trust me. That’s how I was raised.

Fuck, but I loved her. I was in love with Lyla Eden. I had been for weeks.

Because Montana hiking trails were teeming with eligible, handsome men who’d worship the ground I walked on.

So I kissed her instead. And tomorrow, I’d say goodbye. Tomorrow, I’d tell her it was time for me to go home.

It was also the shooting, wasn’t it? “What happened?” “How many stories do you want tonight?” I put my hand in his and laced our fingers together. “As many as you’ll tell me.

When I glanced back at Cormac, his gaze was glued on Lyla. On my hands. “You’re together.” “Yeah.” And if he came near her, if he so much as looked at her the wrong way or made her uncomfortable, I’d slit his fucking throat.

It was thrilling. It was misery. This would be our last night unless— No, Lyla. That was a road I wouldn’t wander. If I let myself give in to the hope that Vance might come back, my entire life would stop. I’d wait and wait and wait for this man. And in that waiting, I’d wither away, day by day. Dying just a little if he didn’t return. So this had to be our goodbye.

Other than planning Vera’s reemergence, we hadn’t talked about what would happen after tomorrow. We hadn’t talked about us.

I loved him. I loved him so much it hurt in every cell of my being to know he’d be gone soon. If he broke those promises, I’d resent him. My love would turn to hate. I just wanted to love him.

That small smile was about as much joy as Vera showed these days. It was hard to remember what she looked like when she was actually happy. There was no laughter in her. No blinding, toothy smiles. I missed that Vera. And I wasn’t sure how to get her back.

Was it strange not to feel the weight of my badge on my belt? Yep. But fuck, I was glad I’d never have to see that asshole’s face again.

It required that he make no decisions about his own future. Take no risks. It was a temporary solution, but sooner rather than later, I hoped Mateo would find his own direction. His own purpose.

I’d never been the type who could stay mad at someone I loved. And, oh, how I loved Vance Sutter. Even if we lived our lives apart. Even if I never saw his face again. I would love Vance for the rest of my life.

The door to the deck opened and the guys streamed back into the kitchen. Vance came to my side, hauling me close. He smelled like soap and earth and wind and . . . mine.

The solitaire diamond ring on my finger still felt a bit foreign against my knuckle. But someday, after I’d worn it for decades, I hoped that whenever I slipped it off, I’d see its indentation in my skin.

Vance always knew when it was time to change the subject. And he was right. All we could do was give Mateo time. When he knew what was happening, he’d tell us.

But before I could move, Vance held up a finger. “About this wedding.” “Yes,” I drawled. “You want it this summer.” “Preferably.” “Deal.” His gray-blue eyes locked with mine as a smirk spread across that sexy mouth. “But you let me get you pregnant first.” Not at all what I’d expected him to say. It was the best idea I’d heard all night. “You’re on, Sutter.

All these weeks and he’d made me say please. To beg for an orgasm. Each time, it had been driven by desire. But this please, his please, was different. Desperate. This please made tears well in my eyes.

You get us lost. I’ll get us found.

This woman was enchanting, the chemistry between us palpable. Never in my life had a woman’s body come alive under my touch like Lyla’s. She’d pulsed and clenched around my cock like a fucking vise, and I’d practically blacked out from the pleasure. My pulse quickened, my dick stirring behind my zipper.

Thanks, Blue.” Lyla’s head cocked to the side. “Blue?” I winked. “Oh.” Her cheeks flushed. And those striking blue eyes—eyes worthy of a nickname—sparkled.

Vance had secrets. He’d dodged too many of my questions during our conversations at the coffee shop. Maybe he’d confide in me, give me the whole story. Maybe not.

At this point, I didn’t care. Last night was the first time since the river that I’d been able to shut my mind off. I’d been able to sleep without Cormac’s face invading my dreams.

Now . . . he was a means to an end. He was my chance at justice. And he was leaving. Vance wouldn’t be here long enough to hurt me. So I put my car in reverse and backed away from the coffee shop. And when I passed by The Eloise on my way home, I didn’t let myself look up at the fourth-floor window to see if Vance was still there watching.

It never came. There’d been something off about my mornings for weeks. Ever since the river.

Please. Last night, Vance had made me say please each time I’d wanted to come. He’d made me beg, and it had made the release so much sweeter. My cheeks flushed as I filled his paper cup.

You like that, don’t you?” Vance’s voice was a deep murmur. “Me, saying please.” “Yes. But I like to be the one to say please too,” I whispered. “Noted.” The corner of his mouth turned up. “I’ll make you say it later.

God, what was wrong with me? When was I going to start feeling like myself again? It had been weeks since the river. When would it stop weighing so heavily on my soul?

This hotel had become a sanctuary. Or maybe that was just Vance.

Her eyes opened as I pressed the washcloth between her legs. “You make me forget.” “You make me forget too.” Forgetting wasn’t an option, not with what I’d come to Quincy to do. But that didn’t stop me from hitting the lights and climbing into bed. Or from spending the rest of the night making sure we both forgot.

But it was just red hair. I dragged a hand over my face, shaking it off. How many years would it take before I could see a redhead and not do a double take? If I didn’t find Cormac, maybe forever.

He was the ghost haunting my everyday life. He was the past I couldn’t let go. Until he was found, there’d be no peace.

Once again, walking away like I was just any other patron, not the man who’d fucked her four times last night.

My mouth watered. For the food. For the woman.

What was wrong with me? I didn’t want to be at work. I didn’t want to be at home—I didn’t want to be anywhere. I’d been sleeping with Vance and knew nothing about him. Everything was wrong. And I didn’t know how to make it right.

Meanwhile, he didn’t speak of his family. His friends. His job. His life. All he’d ever really shared was about Cormac. The hairs on the back of my neck stood on end.

And while I drove to the police station, I pretended that I wasn’t betraying Vance.

Chief Eden.” I dipped my chin. “Officer Sutter.” Her voice was cool. Calm. Lethal. So she knew I was a cop. It didn’t come as a surprise but it still fucking sucked. Shit.

And when she was pressed against the wall, my cock buried inside her, I bent my lips to her ear. “Say please if you want to come.” A shiver rolled over her shoulders as her pussy fluttered around my length. “Please.