Cherrie Lynn Quotes

Somebody better be dead or dying."
He froze mid-step when he saw her. It might have been wishful thinking but she could've sworn his face lit up.
"Or just sitting there looking pretty," he finished with a heart-stopping grin.

Love is the most powerful healing force of all. But past
demons have a way of ripping open old wounds, and
threatening the survival of even the strongest friendship ...

I know what you mean," he grunted through gritted teeth. "Take it, Gabriella. You can have it. You can have it whenever and however you want it. Fuck it, baby. Fuck it good. Make it yours.

That's what you wanted me for," he all but growled. His dick was going to cuss him for a bastard if he didn't get inside her. But he'd just have to take it. This was about leaving her wanting more. "Wasn't it? To get you dirty. That's why you know you're going to let me do it. After I leave and you cool down, you'll tell yourself you won't. But one day, you'll beg me for it, because you know there's more, and you know I can give it to you.

Solid and dense as his own, a nose ring and angelbites.

It's raw power. It's brokenhearted and pissed off about it. The music itself brings order to chaos. Listening to it, playing it, for me helps me work out all the ugliness. It lets me vent. It helps me control my emotions - I can step back and view them from a distance, look at them and explore them without doing something I'll regret. It's like…a controlled burn.

I'll give you all the dates you want. But that cooling-off thing? I can't promise you that.

A phone number is like the combination to a safe, isn't it? I figured you gave me yours because you wanted me to crack it open, and it would be a shame to let it go to waste! (Brian to Candace)

You always sound like you're coping pretty well on the phone."
"Don't be fooled. I have to maintain at least some shred of dignity. It's all a front for you.

You're the phoenix rising from the ashes. I'm honoured I could be the one to let you express that." He grinned. "In more ways than one.

I'm not that bad." Macy lifted her head and searched Candace's face. "Am I?"

"I'm not one to give an objective opinion. I've known you my whole life, I'm used to you."

"Great. In other words, 'You're a raging bitch only a best friend could love'. I had no idea I had so little self-awareness."

"Get over it. I'd have to say you're more a snob than a raging bitch. Oh, and maybe a control freak though you're better about that now than you used to be. But I love you anyway. So could he.

I can be good. Or I can be as bad as you want me to be.

Brian was flinging the door open and bellowing, "Hello!" while Ian stalled at the threshold ...
"Dude."
Brian looked back at him. "What are you, a fuckin' vampire?

I love how you tremble for me," he whispered. "I love how you're shy until you need me and then you aren't ashamed to tel me what you want." -Evan Ross

Still with me?" he asked, smoothing the hair back from her forehead.
"What the hell was that?"
He laughed, propping his head up on his elbow. "The hottest fuck I think I've ever had.

Please dont' look at me like that," she said.
"How am I looking?"
"Like your heart is breaking."
"It is, sunshine.

Whoever the guy was who taught her to suck c**k, he wanted to buy him a beer and punch his fucking lights out.

If you come near him like that again, I will go straight country bitch on you.

-Do you love this girl ?
-I'm fucking crazy about her.
-Fucking crazy I've gathered. But I asked if you love her. I'm talking true, enduring, unconditional, hold-her-hair-while-she's-pucking-from-the-morning-sickness love.

So ... what are you up to?" she asked.
"I'm looking at a pretty girl."
Huh? If this were texting, that would definitely earn a WTF reply. "Okaay ... "
"She's blonde, wearing blue and standing with two friends. She's talking on her phone, probably to some unworthy jerk, but damn, I wish I were him.

Yeah, this was pretty much one of those moments when she felt like strangling both of them. Did you guys trip over the dead horse? Please, stop beating it.

Oh, she took a swing, I
threatened to shoot her…typical girl
stuff."
"Holy shit." He stared at her in
absolute awe. "You gotta be fucking
with me."
She put her hands on her hips.
"Well, that's what it was going to
take, right? You couldn't very well
rough her up or threaten her - that
would be frowned upon. Me,
however… I will make her spit
teeth, and I doubt many people
would blame me.

You've been fucked before, huh?" he asked, angling her so that his piercing slid over her G-spot when he entered. "By the time I'm done, you'll have reassessed your definition

I stand by what I said. I wish I'd known you back then. I wish I'd ... been there for you."
She scoffed. "I'd have chased you away."
"Baby, a little something about me you might not know yet ... I don't run that easily. And you don't scare me.

She was so going to get it later. Macy, queen of my universe, I beseechingly request you place your sweetest lips upon my manhood and make it your lollipop.

I'd miss you. I'd miss you like crazy. I don't see how any man with a beating heart and rushing blood wouldn't

She looked at him, watched the lights from the stage flicker over his expression, in the dark depths of his eyes. There was a whole other world in there, she thought and it was hers to explore forever if she would stop being so afraid.

Brian must have heard the commotion, because he came up behind her and yanked the door all the way open. "You got a f**king problem with me, James?"
James, ever the type to go off all half-cocked until things started to get serious, seemed to shrink a bit. "I've got a problem with you screwing my sister, yeah."
"I suggest you get the f**k over it.

Wait until you see my socratic method, baby.

She didn't brighten the whole room for me when she walked in the door. She didn't make my whole day better just by smiling at me, or make me ask myself what she would think of me when I said or did something shitty to somebody. She wasn't the one who made me want to get off my ass and do more, be a better person. Only you've ever done that, sunshine.

She had a feeling praying about whatever Seth Warren had in mind tonight would be sacrilegious.

His dick throbbing now like a smashed thumb ...

I'm hitting the sack"
"Are you twenty-nine or sixty-nine?"
The devilish dimples appeared. "Twenty-nine with a sixty-nine waiting at home

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I don't know what to say," he breathed into her hair, squeezing the air from her. "Fuck. Just wait for me."
That was all he needed to say. "I will.

Pardon me for saying so, Ian, but you are the hottest thing I've ever laid eyes on. It just seems unfair and cruel of me to not let you know that."
He barked with laughter. "Well, it seems unfair and cruel of me to not let you know that I think you ruined me for all others.

No, you goof. I meant are you decently attired such that we might go into public without getting arrested

Gus: "You look like shit bro!"
Seth: "Look like shit, feel like shit, in a world of shit.

When a girl like Macy gives you a shot, you step the fuck up. Make her not regret it. Make her dream about it for days, hell, years to come.

I do love you, Macy. I love you." His lips captured hers. "I love you."
"I love you too."
Given the tears that slipped from her eyes then, he wondered if maybe those words had been a burden on her for a long time. He'd been such a fucking idiot. But whatever else happened, those little words would keep him going forever. Whatever else happened, for at least one moment in his life, Macy had loved him. But he would do his damnedest to turn the moment into a lifetime. He smiled down at her. "Well, don't cry about it.

When he began to move, it wasn't with the urgency she expected given their rushed beginnings. It was with a slow deliberation that would destroy her.

Big enough that I should tie a bow around it and attach a little card that says 'To: Macy. You're welcome. Love, Seth.

If I could give you anything,
what would you ask me for?"
"I…don't…"
"You know. Look at me. What
would you ask me for?"
Her beautiful eyes opened, her
gaze meeting his directly. The
words came, the ones he wanted to
hear, and he knew they were true.
"Your love."
"Hey, that's easy. Don't you know
you already have it? So it's all good.
Right?"
The little throaty sound of relief
that escaped her as he spoke was
the sexiest thing he'd ever heard.
Her fingers clenched tighter around
the back of his neck, and he
dropped his forehead to hers. "I do
love you, Macy. I love you." His lips
captured hers. "I love you."
"I love you too.

Her mind was blank and her heart and body ruled. And those? They were his property.

I trust that I raised a strong enough woman to know who's worthy of her and who isn't. If this guy is good enough for you, and he's the one who has you floating around on cloud nine and giving you back your spark, you can be damn sure he's good enough for me.

Let it go. That's my philosophy: learn to not give a fuck, at least about petty shit. Life will be much simpler.

She squeezed her internal muscles and grinned at his reaction. His fingers bit into her thighs, and his chin tilted up. "Fuck, woman."

"Don't forget how much I like to ride."

He groaned in agony. "Crap. I'm dead."

She leaned down and grasped his chin, locking gazes with him. "I'll go easy on you."

His laugh sounded pained, and she couldn't help but enjoy the amazement in his expression. "Where the hell have you been all my life?

You gonna marry her? This is the one out of seven billion?"
"It is. And I am. I've got to. It's like ... sometimes ... "
"Speak."
"Sometimes I think I'm not going to make it another day without getting a ring on that girl's finger and changing her fucking last name from theirs to mine. I'm going to spend the rest of my life with her, and I want it to start yesterday.

You want me?" he breathed. "You want my mouth on your pussy, sucking it until you scream, or my cock back inside it? Tell me how you need it, and I'll give it to you.

Evan …" she murmured, wrapping her soft arms around his neck. Their position had her lips near his ear. She'd lost her headband somewhere. He could smell the strawberry of her shampoo, feel the tickle of her sluggish breath stirring his hair. "Evan."

"Kelsey. Move over here, lie down."

She pulled back slightly, her bleary eyes trying to focus on his. The weight of her head still seemed too much for her neck to support and her hair flowed over his arm. "Evan, I always liked you."

"I always liked you, too, honey." The way she kept saying his name in that intoxicated purr, savoring the v between her teeth and her bottom lip, was unnerving. Unnerving, hell. It had his dick twitching in his pants. "Come on, girl, you need to sleep it off."

"I mean I like liked you."

[…] Her hands caught his face, surprising him. He should have moved away from her long ago, before she could get her hands on him. As it was, he felt like a fly caught in the sticky gossamer of a spider's den. "Always wanted to fuck you, y'know that? Even when I was a virgin."

He drew in a breath, exhaled it shakily. So much for prudish.

Note to self: Kelsey now gets unbelievably horny when drunk.

I've always been an asshole, and you know that," Ghost said. "I'm surprised it's taken this long to get called out on it.

He caught her wrist and pulled her until she was straddling him. His hand smoothed down the outside of her right thigh. Thank you for wearing a skirt tonight. From the bottom of my heart, thank you.

I want to bury myself so deep inside you, you'll think you won't ever get me out

Books, books and more books. Her main indulgence.

What the hell was up with her nicknames anyway? Sunshine. Daisy. Candy. All bright, sweet things. She should insist on being called Spider or something. Darken her image a bit.

He loves his Uncle Bi," Kelsey said ...
Brian gave Ian a death look. "If you tell Ghost he calls me Bi, I swear to Christ I will fire you.

Oh…Jesus. She'd been kissed before, but never like this. There had been the guy who tried to swab her tonsils and the guy who seemed to be trying to draw blood with his teeth and the guy who did it just right, but didn't make her feel…this.

I'm turning over a new leaf."
He chuckled. The tip of his finger caught her under her chin, and it was enough to still all her movements. "Tell you what. If you need help with that, if you need someone to shut you up, or even if you just need to walk on the wild side every now and then ... I'm your guy.

Are you all right, Macy? You looked a little flushed"
Just as Macy began to nod quickly, Ghost swigged his beer and jerked his head in her direction. "She looks that way because I have my hand up her skirt.

You came, he said simply, not losing that smile.
Yes, hopefully I will.

Give yourself permission to not be perfect. Life's too short, but you're still young. Give up that iron-knuckle grip you have on excellence and just ... have fun. For a change.

But I'd rather look back and regret something I did when I was young and crazy, than look back and regret something I never had the courage to do, and realize it's too late.

Could he love this girl the way she deserved? He could love her with everything that he was, and still it wouldn't be enough. He would fuck up somehow, because that is what he did.

That was the big cure-all with these people, wasn't it? Girl got you down? Get laid. No money? Get laid. Armageddon ensuing? Get laid a lot.