Kendall Ryan Quotes

You've stolen my heart, baby. No one and nothing's going to change that. I belong to you.

Aut viam inveniam aut faciam tibi.
I will either find a way or make one.

I love you without end. Don't you dare think for a second that that love is gone. Don't you dare mourn for me. Miss me. Every day, just as I will miss you. Then get on with living. Do it for me. Because I can't. I will be there in every starry night, in ever whisper of breeze against your skin when you jog, I'm in every package of Starbursts, smiling down at you when you eat the pink ones.

I want this girl. I want her for my own. End of story. The world can fuck off for all I care. She's mine.

I wanted to be loved so badly and couldn't figure out why no one wanted to love me back.

If I have to sacrifice to give you everything you want, if I have to change who I am, whatever I have to do - tell me. It's done. I can't believe I thought I could live without you.

He does not get to strut over here and make me go all lusty for his dirty, dirty man rod. Especially after what Roxy just told me. Has my vagina no shame? There are probably cooties crawling up and down that overused flagpole.

I blame my body's indecent reaction on the current state of my love life. Which is sucktastic, thanks to my dipshit ex essentially ruining my trust in mankind.

Logan, with no memory of his own life was teaching me how to live in the moment and enjoy mine.
Ashlyn

I give him a skeptical look. "You want to show me your dick?"
"If it'll help convince you." He drains the last drops of his Scotch and stands up. "Come on, let's go.

I guess he traded of external flaws for internal ones.

You can touch it if you want

I knew this wouldn't be casual, knew I wouldn't walk away from this in one piece.

By some small miracle this angel thought I was good enough for her, I was hers. Body and soul.

​At twenty-eight, a woman began to question things. Big, complex things like destiny, fate, and what I was supposed to be doing with my life

You know the real way to a girl's heart." I grin at him. "Bacon and Nutella."

"I do what I can." He smiles.

Only the truth of who you are, if realized, will set you free.

I'd rather be hurt all at once for a specific reason, than be hurt slowly every day.
Ashlyn

That's bullshit right there. I should be waking up with my cock in her mouth not because I told her we'd do yoga this morning.

If we don't try, we'll never know.

Why are you here? What do you want? he whispered against my lips

I don't have a condom.

He was a mystery to unravel, a puzzle I desperately wanted to solve.

She gets a baby, we both get laid, everybody wins.

Life wasn't all fucking sunshine and rainbows. Real life was hard.

I'd lost my wife and I still didn't feel what I did now, watching Chloe with another man. Her smile, her laughter, her touches - they should have been mine.

I hated feeling like I was using him for my own pleasure, but I knew he wouldn't let me return the favour ... if this was the only way I could provide comfort to him and chase away his nightmares, then so be it. Selfless, I know. Mother-friggin-Teresa, right here.

He has a way of talking up into down and black into white.

Just lay there like a good little girl while I take what's mine." Mine. And that I was. I was totally and completely his.

That is love. Love is messy and imperfect. It isn't that you aren't capable of it. It's that you're overwhelmed by it.

I can't have another guy touching something I want for myself.

Is that bulge my imagination, or was her really no lying about having a nine inch cock?

You remind me that there's so much more to life. You're my something real to grasp on to at the end of the day. You ground me. I love you and that's not going to change.

You may not have been who I picture myself with, but you're exactly what I need- someone I can let loose and be myself with.

Dammit. I knew a four-hour erection wasn't normal.

Hell, a fifty-dollar vibrator could do his job, and I wouldn't have to listen to its bullshit.

Christ, cupcake. I'm in love with you.

There's nothing worse than a crying female. It's my kryptonite.

Ben's ex was a Victoria's Secret supermodel. Translation: Fuck my life.

You have to decide if it's just sex you want or if it's something more. You can't be in between on that point. You can't do that to a woman.

The friendly giant of my childhood, the wise, gentle god who always knew exactly what to do, now lies pale and haggard in a hospital bed with a dizzying array of tubes and wires and beeping machines all around him.

I decided to text Ellie to let her know I was staying at Ben's.
Me: Bad PMS. And a hangover. He's pampering me so gonna stay here :)
Ellie: Lucky girl. Guys I've dated usually want anal sex when I'm on my period. He's a keeper!

Sophie," he chastises. "You were looking down at my dick and laughing." "I didn't laugh," I correct him. "Fine, then you were smiling at him like the two of you were sharing some inside joke. Everything good between the two of you?" "Very much so," I confirm.

Nine inches may actually be a conservative estimate of what it might look like hard. He must destroy men's egos every time he walks into a locker room. And I don't even want to think about what he destroys with women…

My brain knew Cooper was the safe choice. But my heart? My heart yearned for Gavin.

Is Roxy the villain of that story, I wonder, or is Hayden? I try to dismiss the thought. Real life is rarely so cut-and-dried.

...Success comes and goes on its own schedule, but you're the only you you've got. And love... if you nurture it well, love will always be there to keep you strong.

It's like when he walked out that door, he took some part of me with him.

He gazed into my eyes and stroked my bottom lip lovingly with his thumb. "Mine," he whispered.
"Yes, yours. Only yours. Always.

God, she was so tight, my dick felt like it was being strangled.

I love you, Emmy. You're mine. All of you. Your heart, mind and body. And I'm yours.

I'm a man. A speak-my-mind, fight-for-what-I-believe, bleed-for-my-country, red-meat-eating man. I don't bow down to anyone.

So . . . that's that. I'm going to start fucking my husband. There, I said it. I'm going to enjoy some marital sex. I'm a mature, responsible woman - I can totally handle this. And I can always call the whole thing off if I try it and I don't like where it's going. Someday,

Tucking her hair behind her ear, I meet her eyes. "I'm not jealous, I'm protective. Jealous is when you want something that's not yours. Protective is looking after what's yours already.

It started out as a dirty little secret, something to amuse myself with.

I'm sick of everyone thinking I'm Miss Goody Two-shoes, with my perfect grades, and days of the week panties. You know what? I have my Wednesdays on today - it's Saturday - and that's a pretty sad way of rebelling, huh?

He was my addiction and this time away was my treatment.

In that moment, he was the realest, best, brightest thing in my world, and I hated that we would never be more.

There's a man masturbating in your bathroom!" She grabbed an umbrella from the foyer and held it in front of her like a weapon, poised for battle. "Ashlyn! Did you hear what I said? Call the police!

It was forbidden and wrong on the most basic of levels. But in that moment, we gave zero fucks.

Generally with women, I have the finesse and mental fortitude of a rhinoceros charging through a watering hole.

​
I was a private person, and I valued my alone time. It was why I chose to have no roommates and no drama.

Pleasuring him felt like a gift, a privilege. He'd made me work to earn his trust, always holding part of himself back, and now, here in his bedroom, he was more mine than he'd ever been before.

I feel like I'm going to break," I murmur into his neck, clutching his powerful shoulders.

"I'm not going to let that happen. Fall apart for me.

She was all wrong for me. Innocent where I was hardened, and sweet where I was rough. She'd want a tender lover, someone who was gentle and took his time warming her up, not some asshole who'd shove all nine inches in just to watch her gasp and struggle for breath.