K. Bromberg Quotes

Colton glances over at me and his eyes holds my gaze before flicking back to the road. A shy smile forms on his lips, his only acknowledgement of my quiet observation of him.

I can't use one man's hand to scratch another man's itch. Well, I could, but that would involve both of them being in the same bed with me, and that's a whole different can of worms.

Why drink to cover it up because hurting is feeling and feeling is living, and isn't it good to be alive?'" Colton

Haddie, everything about you makes me want to beg to take you...to fuck you into oblivion so thoroughly that you forget your own name because you're so goddamn busy moaning mine

All I know is that protecting someone from the truth is just another way of shutting them out.

Colton is a guy used to getting what he wants without preamble or precaution.

Wild keeps a man on his toes … causes him to always pay attention, not take a single thing for granted. When a man gets complacent, he can lose sight of what matters most.

Remember, life isn't about how you survive the storm, but rather how you dance in the rain." She

Let's see... we'll put it in baseball analogies for you since you seem to be so keen on them. Almost third base in a public hallway. Twice. Second base on a blanket at a beach. Homerun, pressed against the window of my bedroom... that overlooks a public beach.

feeling - I understand.

Just because it's not what you're expecting doesn't mean it's not everything you might need.

Why would I want to be someone's beck and call girl? Predictable is boring, Ace. And from what I hear, you seeem to get bored real quick.

And each alert, each ding, was like adding salt to my open wound because lying to someone else is one thing, but lying to yourself is impossible.

when all is said and done, we regret only the chances we didn't take, not the ones we did and failed at.

Because in the silence, doubts creep in, memories come, and need swelters.

Without knowing anything else about him, i already know he'd be worth the hurt.

Sometimes the strongest people are the ones who love beyond all faults, only truly grieve behind closed doors, and fight battles that nobody knows about.

Don't act like you wouldn't see how many licks it takes to get to the center of his Tootsie Pop.

now. Knew that she loved the broken in us. Was okay with the darkness because she was so full of fucking light. Knew she'd understand so much more than I'd ever be able to say. That selfless soul of hers and come-fuck-me body

When you stop chasing all the wrong things, you give the right things a chance to catch you.

Baby, Heaven doesn't want me yet, and Fuck if Hell can handle me, so you're kinda stuck with me.

I bet he fucks like he drives - a little reckless, pushing all the limits, and in it until the very last lap.

Jesus. We got it, dude!" Aiden says. "We all know we're Donavans. We don't need a formal adoption process or the official name change to tell us that. It's a given. Just take the vote, Shane.

Because we need to crack. We need to break. Only then can we pick up each other's pieces and make each other whole again.

It's been too long since I've savored you. You. Are. Intoxicating.

I stare into her eyes. The ones I know narrow and glare
when she's pissed at me, the ones that close halfway before rolling up when she's about to come, the ones that widen in surprise or brim with tears when she's touched, and I realize I can't wait to wake up every morning of the rest of my life and learn how else they can look at me.

Listen. I know he looks like a damn Adonis and probably fucks like a stallion, but, sweetie, if he's what you want, then it's time to make him sweat a little.

I know we don't need an official document or rings on our fingers to tell us we belong together, because we've always known it. Always will. But the part of me who looks at you every morning and is proud as hell to call you mine, wants everyone else to know it too. So I brought you here and spoke my heart to ask you a single question. Will you say I do?

You wanna fight? How 'bout you save it? How about you fight for what fucking matters?
Because she," he says, pointing up to the bedroom window and lowering his voice to a quiet fucking steel, "she's worth the fight, dude. Worth every goddamn fear eating at you. Every piece of it, Colton - A to motherfucking Z.

I accept you, I tell him. All of you. The broken parts. The bent parts. The ones filled with shame. The cracks where hope seeps through. The little boy cowering in fear and the grown man still suffocating in his shadow. The demons that haunt. Your will to survive. And your spirit that fights. Every single part of you is what I love. What I accept. What I want to help heal.

The writing is definitely on the wall and no matter how pretty the ink looks, it will still bleed through and stain the layers beneath permanently.

...men are creatures of avoidance by nature. We want to dominate, be in control, and yet the slightest crack in our foundations can rock our world.

Sometimes you have to let those you love chase the fucking wind on a whim because it's the only way they can free themselves from the nightmares within.

You're pregnant?" I can't even believe the words I'm saying as I pull her toward me, and onto my lap.

Voodoo, bro. Don't knock it till you try it."
"Ha. Now you're all for it when a year ago you fought it every step of the way."
"Fought it until I realized a voodoo pussy is a grown man's Lucky Charms."
Why the hell is he talking about cereal? "Come again?"
His flashes me a grin. "Magically delicious."
I don't even fight the laugh that falls from my mouth. Colton Donavan at his finest. "You are so fucked in the head.

He's my soul mate. There's only one love that matters more than your first love: Your last love. How damn lucky am I that both of mine are the same person? With

Sometimes you need to crash a couple of times to learn your mistakes, and then when the smoke clears, sometimes you're better off in the end.

I say, never look down on a man unless he's between your legs.

Lips like an angel, body made for sin, and feisty enough to rival the devil's fire?

Arrogant. Conceited. Egomaniac!

Doubt is the chisel that causes the fissures to drive a solid relationship apart,

He exudes virility, evokes desire, and commands attention all with a single look from his stunning eyes. He's edgy and reckless and you want to go along for the ride hoping to get a glimpse of his tender side that breaks through every now and again. The bad boy with a touch of vulnerability who leaves you breathless and steals your heart.

I want to take my time with you, Rylee. I want to build you up nice and slow and sweet like you need. Push you to crash over that edge. And then I want to fuck you the way I need to. Fast and hard until you're screaming my name. The way I've wanted to since you fell out of that storage closet and into my life.

Welcome to the estrogen vortex, dude, where mindfucks are the norm and understanding them is as common as a fucking unicorn in your front yard.

... wishing that I were one of those people who say all the right things at all the right times. But I'm not. Instead, I think of them hours later and only wish that I'd said them.

Her eyes finally find and lock onto mine. All I see is my future, my salvation, my singular chance at redemption.

Colton's not finished though. He takes a step toward me, pointing his finger at his chest. "But I'm alive, Rylee, and he's not!" His words rip into me. A tear slides down my cheek, and I turn my back to him, hiding from his words, thinking if I can't see the plea and hurt in his eyes, I won't have to accept the truth in his statement. "I'm the one here in front of you - flesh and blood and needing - so either you accept that it's you that I want. No one else," he rants, his voice echoing off of the concrete surrounding us and coming back to me twice as if to reinforce his words. "You need to accept me for who I am, faults and all..." his voice breaks "...or you need to get the fuck out of my life…because right now - right now - this is all that I can give you! All I can offer.

raised in challenge. "I believe my words the other day were a long, fucking time," he says, pressing his erection at my apex. "There's the long, sweetheart, now we just need to fulfill the fucking time part of it.

Life isn't about how you survive the storm, but rather how you dance in the rain.

Every woman is beautiful in some way or another, it just takes the right man to see it in them.

It's unfathomable how much I want you, Rylee." He pulls me tighter into him. "How much I'm drawn to you.

I race you, Ryles," he says in a voice that's implacable and unwavering amidst the swirling chaos.

I've never had to work so hard for something I never thought I wanted.

He turns to go, but not before I watch the transition on his face from the Colton Donavan I know, to the public persona. Aloof and untouchable. Sexy and untamable.

…her eyes are fixated on Colton. I want to tell her I understand, I'm under his spell too.

An angel fighting through the darkness or a devil breaking into the light?

But the way he looks at me - as if I am his next draw of breath - halts any further protests from my lips.

the invisible scars are the ones that cut the deepest and stay with you the longest.

Compromising choices, preferences, and wants to be in a relationship are one thing, compromising who you are - the things ingrained in you, your beliefs, and your morals - are non-negotiable.

She's a forever kind of girl and I'm a just for the night kind of guy.

She's like that first taste of something you can't have - that priceless sip of Macallan poured neat - and no matter how many times you're lucky enough to get just a splash more, it's never enough to get you drunk...
The sip of Macallan that ruins you for all others.

Have fun with that. I know I will. You've got five minutes before I'm on your clock. Tick. Tock." And

Humans are drawn to each other's rough edges.

I will not be inconsequential, Colton. To you or to anyone else.

I want you. All of you. Your flaws. Your mistakes. Your achievements. Your shortcomings. Your love.

I will revel in that moment with him which will be filled with reverent sighs and entangled bodies, and I'll be devastated when he walks away after having his fill of me.

Do you want to talk about it?" I ask softly, afraid to pry but wanting him to share what deep, dark secret has a hold on him. Me playing Ana to his Christian.

I love who you are and what you make me. I love that your spark has stopped the blur. That you wanted to race with me. That I don't need the superheroes anymore because I need you instead. Shit, we've already done the for better or worse part and the in sickness and in health, so let's do the Til death do us part too. Make a life with me, Ryles. Start with me. End With Me. Complete Me. Be my one and only first. Be my goddamn victory lane and my fucking checkered flag because god knows I'll be yours if you'll let me. Marry Me, Ry?

Remember, Had. Time is precious. Waste it wisely.

I'm fucking drowning in her, and I'm not even sure I want to come up for air.

I can't figure out what I want to do more, punch him or fuck him.

On the track, I can escape the paparazzi, the groupies … my demons. The only fear I have is that which I've created for myself, that I can control with a swerve of the wheel or a press of the pedal …

Every sinner needs a saint to balance them out,

I race you, rylee"
quote from driven trilogy

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It's not what I think? If it looks like a duck and walks like a duck..." I imply with a shrug "...well then you know what they say."
"Nothing hap―"
"Quack!

Let's face it, you're not a spend the night kind of guy, and I'm not a one-night stand kind of girl.

His crying stops instantly the minute Ry cradles him in her arms. He knows. How simple is that? And if I thought I was sucker-punched before, the sight of her holding our son is the knockout punch. I'm looking down at his little face and hers next to each other, and shit I never expected to feel in my life surges through me, wraps around my heart, and fills it in a way I never thought was possible

I might not be able to tell you the things you need to hear with the traditional words you need to hear them in, but I swear to God, Rylee, I will try. And if I can't, then I'll show you. I'll show you with everything I have - anything it takes - where your place is in my life," he murmurs to me, shattering every last form of protection I have guarding my heart.

Sorry, sweetheart," he murmurs, "you're going to learn that sometimes, not being in control is extremely liberating.

I want to act recklessly and have "that kiss" - the one that books are written about, love is found in, and virtue is lost with. "Decide, sweetheart," he commands. "A man only has so much restraint.

We've been to hell and back, and I love you more for every single step of that journey. I only hope you feel half of what I feel when you look at me, when you love me, or when you laugh with me. The world stops for me - time stands still - when I put my arms around you. I love that feeling, and I love that I've only ever felt that way with you. I want to be the first thing you touch in the morning and the last thing you taste at night before you dream. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, Had. . . . I want to stop wasting that precious time. Will you marry me?

We all look at our parents through rose-colored glasses. Those lenses make you miss their flaws, overlook their shortcomings...and still be able to love them unconditionally.

I know all about baggage, sweetheart. I have enough of it to fill up a 747 and then some.

You've marked me. Not just my heart with your love or my mind with your words, but more so my soul with everything you are. Everything you aspire to be. And everything you think we can be together.

Hell yes, I want the man, but if he can't handle me now at my worst, then he sure as fuck doesn't deserve me at my best.

This is love. Me and him, making it work.

This is the best and worst part about having a friend who's so close to you. You know what to expect from them, and they know what to do to get a reaction out of you.

Well it seems you have me by the balls both literally and figuratively, don't you now?

God, I fucking race you, Ryles,

But how am I supposed to walk away?" "You can't. You're mine. The minute I told you to spread your legs and you did it, you were mine. When I told you to beg for it and you did, you were mine.

We can do this the easy way or the hard way.... but have no doubt it will be my way.

Things fucking change, dude! Life changes. Priorities change. Pre-fucking-conceived notions change. You have to adjust and change with them or your ass gets left behind.

Hey… this bed is awfully lonely without you in it." His sleepy morning rasp pulls at me and his words seduce me when I have no business being seduced.
"Believe me, I'd much rather be there with you - "
"Then get here as quick as you can, baby, because time's wasting. I have a long list of things to do today," he says, humor edging the suggestive tone of his voice. And I love this about him - about us - that just his voice can help ease the stress of my morning.
"What is it you have to do today?"
"You on the couch, you on the counter, you against the wall, you just about any place imaginable…

Luke Bryan, "I Don't Want This Night to End" - take it for what it is. *Ace

Damn. That face is a definite work of art. You need to make sure you frame it between your legs every chance you get.

Rogue, rebel, reckless. Those words still apply to him. As do so many others that would make him blush, roll his eyes, and play them off because they make this stoic man uncomfortable. My rock is the one I can't seem to get out of my head. Because that's exactly what he has been to me.

My everything.

I'm focused on the sky above us. The clouds float there so nicely, form a set of shapes, and then float some more to change to a different one. Wouldn't it be so easy to be like that - change, shift, adjust - without so much as a thought of the next storm about to roll in threatening to decimate you.

He taught me that when it comes to men, there are only three moods to be had: fuck you, fuck off, and fuck me.

use in even trying to. I

With temerity and defiance, obstinance and patience, she chipped away at every hard edge of me until there was nothing left but the truths I feared. The bent and broken.