Kylie Scott Quotes

Stick your dick in'?" I asked, my brows probably touching. "Did you actually just say that?"
"Make love. I meant make love ... of course. I would never just stick my dick in you. I would make mad, passionate love to this sweet, sweet body of yours for days, no, weeks. It would be beautiful, pumpkin. There'd be little angels, and birdies, and you know ... all just hanging around, watching. Perverts.

You're here?"
"Yeah."
"Why?"
"Because this is where you are.

"Yeah."
"Why?"
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So, congratulations. You're married to a rock star.

Do you actually state what a pain in the ass I am in these songs?"
"Not those words exactly. No." He chuckled, his good humour returned. "You don't want me to lie and say everything's always fucking unicorns and rainbows, do you?"
"Maybe. Yes. People are going to know these are about me. I have a reputation as a constant delight to protect.

How about her?" Ben pointed to a sleek blonde who smiled and preened in response. "I bet she'd like to meet you." "Ooh, she's shiny." "Why don't you go ask her what her name is?" suggested Ben, patting him on the back. "Do I need to know her name?" "I've heard it helps." "Maybe for you," Mal scoffed. "I just call out my own name during sex.

His eyes were the darkest blue. They couldn't be real. Frankly, those eyes were overkill. I'd have swooned perfectly fine without them.

Mal!"
"What?"
"Close the door down there and lock it," David yelled. "Don't you come up here under any circumstances. Not till I tell you it's okay. Understood?"
There was a pause then Mal yelled back. "What if there's a fire?"
"Burn.

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Hands down, that's the most romantic thing I've ever heard. I can pretty much feel my legs just falling wide open for you right now.

I'm the drummer for Stage Dive." Mat set the crazily expensive camera on the seat beside him. "You can't order me around, child bride."
"It's so cute that you think that's still funny, calling me child bride." From her back jean pocket, Ev pulled out her cell. "Am I calling Anne to tattle on you for refusing to give Jimmy and Lena some privacy or not?"
"You wouldn't dare."
Her fingers moved across the screen. "Oh, I think I would."
David and Ben chuckled in ther manly way, but did as told and went back into the recording studio. They clearly weren't messing with the girl.
A second later, Mal followed. "I do not like you women all being friends. This is not okay."
"And you should tell your grilfriend all about it when you see her tonight. I'd love to know what she says." With a final wave, Ev followed him back inside the mixing room or whatever it was called.

Teeth gritted, he gazed down at me. "Now that I come to think about it. I'm not real keen on your eye color, either. What do you call that shade of green? Fungus?

Shit gets broken, no matter, play on.

Fortunately, my care factor was now dangerously close to fuck-it levels.

Ben, I don't want to take your freedom. I just want a place in your world. An important one."
He craned his neck, tipping my chin up to make me look at him at the same time. "Sweetheart, you've been important since day one.

Outside, with the exception of the occasional horny bug sending out its booty call,

Fuck's sake." Vaughan hefted me up, holding me closer. "No one in this town respect property rights anymore?"
"You should really lock your doors," I mumbled, giving up the struggle. "Windows too." He grunted, unamused.

I'm sensitive. I'm nothing but a big ball of mushy sensitive stuff inside. Tell her, pumpkin."

"Your son is very sensitive," I dutifully recited.

"That didn't sound believable." He gently tugged on a strand of my hair, moving in closer. "My feelings are hurt. You've wounded me. Kiss it better."

"Apologies." I gave him a brief but sweet kiss on the lips.

"That the best you got?" He rubbed his lips against mine, trying to lure me in deeper. "You should be ashamed of yourself. I think you can do much, much better than that. Why, you missed my mouth entirely.

Holy shit, were we complicating things. We were out of control.
"Building?" Asked Eric, voice heavy with disbelief.
"Yes." Teeth gritted, I smiled.
"Banging, screwing," said Joe. "you know.

I need a kiss."
"Do you, now? Then you're in luck. For you, I have an endless supply.

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Let her go in with him."
( ... )
"Actually, I feel quite endangered by her presence. Dont you, Lila?"
"Absolutely," said Lila. "She terrifies me. Right Sean?"
"Shit." Sean wiped a hand over his face. ( ... ) Lila raised her eyebrows and the Viking groaned in defeat. "Never been so scared in my life. She's so small and ... wounded."
"Please, Finn," said Ali, her eyes full of warmth and good humor. "Save us. You're our last hope."
"F***ing ridiculous." Finn pulled a set of keys out of his pocket and shoved one into the lock.

You call her pumpkin?" My sister's voice was filled with awe. "Does she actually answer?"

"Well, she pretends to hate it. But secretly, I know she loves it. Her face goes all soft and everything.

Bitches be everywhere.

Love was truly one of life's mysteries. That it could fuck you five ways to Sunday and still remain so utterly perplexing and unknown was kind of impressive. I guess it all depends on how you look at it.

Finn?" Al asked in a husky voice. She blinked big gray eyes at him
from where she lay wrapped up in Daniel. Her hair was all tussled,
and there was a general well-fucked appeal to her.
He was nowhere near as immune to it as he would have liked. Which
pissed him off.
And she wore his t-shirt, having gasped words along the lines of
"God", "yes", and "Daniel" before slipping into it.
"What's wrong, Finn?"
His. Shirt

It couldn't have been Eric. I'm pretty sure he couldn't even find a computer's on switch, let alone write actual emails on a regular basis. It took him forever just to learn how to spell his own name." Eric

Adam," she panted. "I thought you wanted to see the lights."
"Yeah, they're real nice. Wonder if I could make you come just by playing with your nipples? What do you think, princess?

my oral sex skills are off the chart. I know all about getting dirty down under. Let me show you, pretty please?

Why does it always come down to sex with women in the media?

What's the plan?
"We run." Daniel informed her with all due sincerity.
"Huh. One day soon can the plan involve a touch more complexity? Not that I'm co9mplaining or anything."
"Complain, you? Never. You're a constant delight.

What to go out with me tonight after work, Vaughan?"
... "You asking me out on a date, Lydia?"
"Yes," I said. "I am."
"Babe, I'd love to." His hand rose to the back of my neck, stroking, drawing me closer. Hot damn, did he have the moves. The man turned my mind to mush.
"Something you need to know," he said. "Before tonight."
"What's that?"
"I put out on the first date," he told me with a perfectly straight face. "That okay with you?"
"Oh, I'm counting on it" ... "I mean ... it would have been so awkward if you expected me to respect you for your mind or something. Yikes, how embarrassing. Between you and me, I'm really only interested in getting into your pants."
The corner of his mouth twitched.
"I'm sure you're a nice guy and all, but, priorities, you know?"
"I know." The man's smile would have made a nun think twice. I never stood a chance.

It's you and me against the world.

Crazy was a bit of a whore, god bless her.

None other than Malcolm Ericson, drummer for worldwide renowned rock group Stage Dive, had somehow shacked up with my sister. My quiet, calm, color-within-the-lines-or-else sister.

Self-respect, self-preservation, both of these things. And because you being willing to put up with my love is not good enough. Not even remotely. I'm not going to be your regular live-in fuck buddy, Jimmy, exclusive or not. Your whole offer is soul destroying.

Soooo." Mal smacked a kiss on the top of my head. "You weren't just a little into me. You're my biggest fan. You love me."
"I don't love you."
"You totally love me." He gave me a squeeze. "I'm your everything. You'd be lost without me.

Love isn't always smooth or straightforward. It can be messy and painful ... Doesn't mean it isn't still the most incredible thing that can ever happen to you.

You are aware that a healthy portion of the vagina-owning population wants to do you? Don't even get me started about the penis-wielding people, because there's quite a few of them into you as well.

Let me clue you in on something. You don't have to make sense. You just have to want to be together and be willing to do whatever it takes to make that happen. It's amazingly simple. That's love, Ev, putting each other first.

If you love your girl? Buy her books." A

You promised to behave," he scolded. "Bad girl."
"Fuck you."
"Good idea, I love where you're going with that. But let's say we talk first? Get to know each other? "
He gave her the biggest shit-eating grin of his life, that one that had been dying to burst out of him since she'd burst in.

Why are you here?" I reached back behind my head and grabbed his wrists, stilling him. "Ben?"
"Because apparently I'm shit at staying away from you."
"Then I guess we have a problem." Our fingers meshed, holding on tight.
"That's putting it fucking mildly.

Sorry I called you a manwhore."
He blinked. "You didn't call me a manwhore."
"No? Must have just thought it.

Warm breath hit my most secret female flesh. Okay, enough fancy talk, it was my vagina.

You're dying to meet my needs. You can't look away from my luscious half-naked body. The minute I opened the door you were pawing at me. It was like you were in heat or something.

Forget the past, I was going to do my thing (whatever that was) and be happy. Decision made.

Pumpkin, stop rubbing your ass against me. We gotta go! I don't have time to do you now. Prioritize, woman.

The truth is, I'm all about you, Lena. You're my best friend. You're my girl.

I think I'm going to start charging you extra for lies. Someone needs to pay for the stain on my soul.

What people do at tables." Strong hands held my legs apart. "Eating.

So, what's your plan?"
"That we take some time and get to know each other as adults."
I thought it over. "My feelings for you aren't casual. They never have been."
"I know.

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The sight of his bare chest brought me to the dribble point. The jeans pushed me right over. No one wore jeans like David. And having caught a glimpse of him without them only made it worse. My imagination went into some sort of sexual berserker rage. The pictures that filled my head ... I have no idea where they all came from. The images were surprisingly raw and detailed. I was quite certain I wasn't flexible enough to achieve some of them.

What happened to the rest of my clothes?"
"They left," he said, face serious.
"You took them?"
He shrugged. "You wouldn't have been comfortable sleeping in them."
"How on earth did you manage to get my bra off without waking me?"
"He gave me a sly smile. "I didn't do anything else. I swear. I just ... removed it for safety reasons. Underwire is dangerous.

Daniel looked down the barrel of the shotgun al set to blow his
brains out and grinned. These days, even a gun-toting, trigger-happy
female was a delight to behold, and she was perfect.
Sunlight streamed in through the kitchen window. She all but shone
with it, like an angel or a princess or something. Something a little
overdue for a bath and a lot on edge, but something very good just
the same. The feeling of sweet relief rushing through him nearly
buckled his knees.
Tall and curvy, around thirty at a guess, and uninfected, she was by
far the best thing he had ever seen in jeans and a t-shirt. Not even the
dried blood splattered on the wal behind her could diminish the
picture she made.
Sadly, his girl did not appear to share his joy

Holy shit. Is there anything you didn't lie to me about?"
The mirth disappears from his face. "I wasn't' lying when I said I love you.

So why don't you take your little caveman jealous tantrum bullshit somewhere else. See, I do this funny thing I like to refer to as whatever the fuck I want. Understand?" He

It's like you have some sort of breast obsessive compulsive disorder. Have you considered seeking counselling for your addiction?' He sighed, face carefully set 'nothing wrong with a man admiring a fine female chest but if you disagree feel free to hold it against me.

Do that again." My breasts felt heavy, hard nipples cruelly contained. Bad underwear. I needed to burn my bras. "What ... this?" His amazing dick did as told, striking me in exactly the right place, lighting me up like I was electric. "God." My eyes rolled back into my head. "Yes, yes, yes." "I think you like my cock.

Yes, your sofa is cunningly hidden down the front of my dress. You won't believe where I fit the TV." Again,

I started getting Mal's texts just before lunch.
Mal: Awake
Anne: Morning
Mal: Going for a run with Jim
Anne: Have fun!
Mal: Back from run having lunch
...
Mal:Your taste in music sucks
Anne: Thanks
Mal: Seriously, we need to talk it's that bad. Everything apart from Stage Dive needs to go.
Anne: Wait. What are you doing?
Mal:Fixing it.
Anne: Mal, WTH are you doing?
Mal: Making you new playlist wih decent shit. Relay
Anne: K Thanks
Mal: Bored again
Mal: Ben's coming over to play Halo
Anne: Great! But you don't have to tell me everything you do, Mal
Mal: Davie says communication's important
Mal: When are you on the rag? Davie said to find out if you want cupcakes or ice cream
Anne: I want to not talk about this ever
Mal: Bored. Ben's late
Mal: Let's get a dog
Anne: Apartment has no pets rule
Mal: Nice green lace bra
Anne: Get out of my drawers, Mal.
Mal: Matching panties?
Anne: GET OUT NOW.
Mal: :)
Mal: sext me
Mal: Some on it'll be funny
Mal: Plz?
Mal: High level of unhealthy codependency traits exhibited by both parties relationship possibly bordeing on toxic
Anne: WTF?
Mal: Did magazine quiz. We need help- Especially you
Anne:...
Mal: Booking us couples counseling. Tues 4:15 alright?
Anne: We are not going to counseling.
Mal: What's wrong? Don't you love me anymore?
Anne: Turning ph

You kidnapped a girl. That's awesome but illegal, Davie. You're probably going to have to give her back." My hair was lifted and Mal appeared, crouched beside me. "Hey there, child bride. Where's my hello kiss?

I like to embarrass myself horribly now and then," I said. "It keeps life interesting.

Who ever said the heart was smart or that it followed directions?

Yeah, you're right. I'm a real misunderstood sweetheart.

If she means something to you, you gotta do the woo, son. You can't just be trying to stick it in.

The thing is, sometimes, you just have to teach people a lesson. Either that or resort to homicide, and I'd rather not go to jail.

Things as I knew them were just props.My happiness needed to come from me.I could build my own home,make a future for myself.Not rely on someone else to come along and magically make me feel like I had worth,as if I belonged.I could be strong on my own.

He might as well be dressed in furs and carrying a spear, presenting me with the boar he'd caught for dinner. Ah, good old-fashioned Stone Age romance.

You're giving him a place to belong, things to plan for, a life outside of all of this. Idiot didn't even realize he needed it, but he does. You're grounding him. No one else has given him that in a long time.

You read too many books." "No such thing!" I cried, aghast.

I'd kind of already been expecting the worst, to be in this alone. Now I knew. Twice he'd disappointed me; this couldn't be a surprise. Nothing had changed, not really.

I needed new panties and a heart transplant.

What do I do?"
"Give me a chance to catch up."
I just stared at him, trying to keep my cool. Took two to tango, yada yada.
"I'm serious." His shoulders heaved up and down. "Just give me a chance to catch up and I promise, Lizzy, I will have your back.

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A wounded heart was apparently no competition for an overeager vagina.

It wasn't like I could see anything through the keyhole. Let's pretend I didn't try.

He never had been good at going without sex. Previously, there had
never been a need to. Nearly nine weeks into the celibate lifestyle,
and he found it as overrated as getting shot had been.

This is all new to me. Every single part of this life is new. And yes, some of it is a little scary sometimes. I get surprised by my own reactions to things sometimes. But that doesn't mean I want to stop or go backwards … so if you want to stop or step back for your own reasons then ok. But if you're stopping because I flipped out for a second, then don't. I'm going to weird out occasionally, please be ok with that." … "Stay with me, Ed.

You're beautiful, Anne's pussy. Just beautiful. And I'm not mean like her. I'm on your side and I love you very much because you feel fucking amazing wrapped around my dick.

There were knives on a rack on the kitchen wall, many shiny bright knives all in a row. It would be so easy just to throw the odd one at him and see what I could hit.

Relax."
"You try relaxing with a huge boner rubbing against your back. I'm trying to break up with you – not that we're even together – and your penis is not helping.

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That was not nice. Stop and think. I have done everything possible not to hurt you. I only want to talk to you. You've shot at me, scratched me, kissed me, and now you start biting. Apologize.

Nell, I hate to be the one to have to tell you this. But your brother is hot. Like smokin' hot. Honestly, it's kind of impossible to have a vagina and not look." She

You know, I honestly can't decide if your ego is repulsive or just impressive.

I'd never needed to know that my sister was a screamer. Never. That Mal was a screamer too just kind of confused me.

She's a Portland girl. So I guess that makes us in-laws. Be gentle with me, yeah?

At least I had my memories of him bare ass naked to keep me happy in the meantime. And trust me, there was real happiness to be had in having seen this man naked. My dreams had better be full of him, or I and my subconscious would be having a serious talk.

There go the crazy eyes again," he whispered.

"Shit." I shut my eyes tight. Lizzy walking in on me and my boyfriend seven years ago had been pretty damn embarrassing, especially given that she then ran and told mom. Not that mom had been coherent enough to care. This, however, topped it.

"Your cheeks have gone all rosy. Are you thinking rude thoughts about me, Anne?"

"No."

"Liar," he taunted in a soft voice. "You're totally thinking of me with no pants on."

I totally was.

"That's just gross, dude. A massive invasion of my privacy." He leaned in closer, his breath warming my ear. "Whatever you're imagining, it's bigger."

"I'm not imagining anything."

"I'm serious. It's basically a monster. I cannot control it."

"Malcolm–"

"You're pretty much going to need a whip and chair to tame it, Anne."

"Stop it."

"That okay with you?

Life is like taking off a girl's bra. You never know exactly what you're gonna get, but however it turns out, it's basically awesome.

We're fine. No worries."

Then he slowly shook his head. "Christ, Anne. You're so full of shit I don't even know what the fuck to say to you right now.

Look, you've been really sweet since you stepped through that door. Well, apart from telling Mal about me puking on you. That was unnecessary. But in the preceding twenty-four hours you dumped me alone in a room, went off with a groupie, accused me of trying to get it on with your brother and sicced your posse of lawyers onto me. [Evelyn]

How wonderful he smelled all sleep warm first thing in the morning. But I wanted more from him than just that. I wanted to hear his voice, hear him talk about everything and anything.

Wait, was that Mal Ericson from Stage Dive?
Fuck a duck, it was.

Therein lay the root of the problem.
Sharing was not in his nature, but nature would have to adapt. Ali
needed this kid. Finn was a modern day gunslinger. Deep down he
fucking hated it, but his girl needed this one nice and close.
Preferably wrapped around her finger and deeply concerned about
her health and happiness.Every goddamn minute of every goddamn day would be best.
Daniel did not want to share her. Not with the kid, not with anyone,
not even a little. He knew it would work, this insane idea of going
halves, he just didn't want it to. He had only recently found her and
she was his. But he couldn't keep her safe on his own, a fact that bit
deep and hard and hung on as a pit bul would. How the hell to
convince her? What Ali wanted and what would keep her safe and
alive would likely be at odds in this case. She'd accused him of
being pushy a time or two. His girl had no real idea how far he'd go
to protect her.

Why don't you go back to LA?"
"My wife lives in Portland.

Why should I stay, Pete?"
"So we can figure out what this is. Because you're important to me and I don't want to lose you for another seven years.

Ali was a lucky, lucky girl having those two big hot men at her disposal. Not that Roslyn wasn't content with her one surly man, but still ... two. Some people were enjoying their apocalypse a little too much.

As eyebrows went, Nell's lest one was particularly vocal.

Seriously, honey," I said. "Your manners are appalling. Go fuck yourself.

When something is no longer working, changing your plans is not giving up. It's not failure.

Last chance." He rolled out his big pink tongue like a dog. Though that was probably being mean to dogs. In all likelihood, canines showed more discretion. "Thee? Iths really long.

On screen, a hockey game raged on, the someones against the someone else's.

What do I taste like?"
"Well, like honey and cream and ... I dunno, bread?"
I scrunched up my nose. "Bread?"
"Yes. Sexy bread that I could eat all the time because you are so delicious and full of wholegrain goodness.

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