Piper Vaughn Quotes

Shane," Jesse whispered. Just his name. But the longing and desire in that one word turned him inside out

He was drifting on the edge of sleep when the soft sound of Laurie's voice made him stir. "Jonah?"
"Hmm?"
"Me, too."
Jonah blinked and lifted his head. "Huh?"
"I love you, too."
Jonah gave Laurie a drowsy smile. "Yeah?"
Laurie's lips quirked. He dropped a light kiss on Jonah's chin. "Yeah."
"Good." Jonah laid his head on Laurie's chest again, closed his eyes, and hoped he wasn't dreaming.

Luck was too good just to fade into nothing. Jesse wouldn't allow it.
But no matter what, big or small, world tours or holidays at home in Chicago, he, Shane, Nick, and Dre were a team. They were going to do it all, together

Toddlers were running the place like some miniature version of Lord of the Flies, complete with weapons made from blocks and tinker toys. One of them came at me, charging my knees and the pink pod that held my precious baby. I screamed and made a run for the front door, flip-flops sticking to squelchy dried puddles of juice. I let out a relieved sigh when we were outside breathing fresh air. The near-deafening roar of the highway was a lark song compared to the screeching we'd just escaped.

Everytime I write, it's a catharsis. Even if I never got paid for it, I'd feel compelled to do it. And that's what makes a true writer. It's not how many readers you have or how many publishing contracts. Do you love to write? Then you're an author. No one can take that away from you.

What is it? Jess?"
"Nothing, I'm just…embarrassed, I guess."
"Why? Didn't it feel good?" Jesse snorted into Shane's neck. Shane lifted his head by his chin.
"Yes, okay? Of course it felt good. Better than good. I just…fuck…like a damn twelve year old."
"And you're embarrassed about that?" Shane chuckled and pulled him close. "I'd have been worried if you didn't lose control. Jess, what do you think would happen if you touched me?" Jesse looked up at him with wide eyes and Shane nodded. "Off like a rocket. Ten seconds flat."
"Shane, I - " Shane knew what Jesse was thinking. He could see it right there in those beautiful gray eyes. But it was hard to say. Scary as goddamned hell, too. He let Jesse off the hook.
"I know, babe. Me too."
Me too

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Whenever he left me, it was like he took a part of me with him, and I didn't feel whole until he came back again.

There was supposed to be grief when someone died, tears and heartfelt eulogies, the cutting pain of loss. Instead, he felt…nothing. Just numbness, an absolute void of emotion.

He's got that whole broody thing going on, sure, but…. Well, he looks pained, like he hasn't taken a crap in five days. Maybe what he needs is a laxative.

He'd passed "ready" about three exits back.

They looked at each other with such adoration it almost made my stomach hurt--until I looked at Dusty and saw the potential of that kind of love between him and me. It could happen so easily for me. His gentle nature, that sunny smile, the way he seemed to instinctively want to touch me, it felt like the future.

I've been waiting for you to do that."
"What?" Jesse could hardly breathe.
"Just fuckin'…kiss me. I'm never sure you want it like I do."
"I do. Always." Jesse couldn't believe that Shane would be unsure of anyone, let alone someone like him.
"C'mere, Jess. Kiss me again."
So he did. He wrapped his hand around Shane's neck, fingers delving into the damp silky strands of his hair, and yanked Shane's face to his. The kiss was different than most of their kisses had been before. Where there had been sweetness there was heat, soft touches were replaced by grasping, desperate hands. Tongues swirled and Jesse fisted his hand in Shane's hair. He pulled - and not very gently.
Shane moaned and tossed his thigh over Jesse's hip. "Jess…"
Jesse moaned in return. He couldn't believe how good it felt. In a moment of boldness, he ran his hands down Shane's back and cupped his ass through baggy jeans. Shane tilted his hips closer to Jesse's and deepened their kiss. He moved to his belt and fumbled with it for a moment before his jeans went loose under Jesse's hand.
Yes. I want to. His heart crashed - pound, pound, pound, pound - against his ribs. Jesse slipped his hand inside jeans and boxers until he was caressing the warm bare skin of Shane's perfect butt. Shane shivered hard and his back bowed, bringing his hips down on Jesse's. His mouth, that beautiful mouth, suctioned itself to Jesse's neck and Jesse shivered in return.
"Aw, fuck babe. I wan

Clearly his inner teenage girl was trying to claw her way to the surface.

I wanna be your first and your last. No one else but me, ever."
Jesse shuddered. Shane's fingers were buried in him as deep as they could go. He was rubbing and rubbing at that spot, driving Jesse crazy.
"Promise me, Jess."
Jesse tried to talk, tried to think. Shane was making him feel so good, so very good, it was almost impossible.
"Promise me," Shane said again.
Jesse finally choked out an answer, "I p-promise, Shane. No one else but you. Ever.

I meant what I said. I don't ever want anyone else but you, Jess."
"I don't want anyone else either. Only you."
Shane's fingers threaded into his hair. He pulled Jesse's head back and kissed him again, slow and tender and sweet.
"I want to tell the guys," Shane whispered against Jesse's lips. It wasn't the first time he'd mentioned it. "I wanna be with you for real, Jess, out in the open. We shouldn't have to hide."
Jesse closed his eyes. He wanted that too. He was just so nervous about what Nicky and Dre would think, what their parents would think. As much as he wanted it - to be out and proud and tell everyone that Shane was his - he just wasn't ready to take that last step. The thought of it was too scary. "Give me some time, okay? I just…I need a little more time."
He felt Shane's nod. "Okay. But soon, Jess. I'm tired of pretending."
"I know. I promise, Shane. Soon."
He fell asleep to the sound of Shane's heartbeat in his ear. They had the rest of their lives. Shane had said so before. They both wanted the same thing. A few more weeks couldn't cause any harm.
Soon.

You're not broken," Ryan said fiercely, pulling back so he could look Phillip in the face. He refused to allow his P.J. to think of himself that way. "You were raised by a woman who never showed you any affection at all. It makes sense it would be difficult for you to show it to others now. We're all products of our upbringings in one way or another. There are certain things you can't help. That doesn't mean you're broken. It just means you might have to try a little harder than other people do.

I do love you," I whispered. "Like crazy heat and lightning, but like warmth and comfort too. I feel all of it.

No one else should see him like that, ever. Not my Rue. And he was mine, as much as I was his. I knew that now, just from the way he looked at me after I kissed him. Everything I felt for him, every ounce of yearning and desire and need, had shone out of his eyes as he stared up at me. And I knew right then, I knew ... he belonged to me.