Riley Hart Quotes

You suck."
"Ha! You do, too, now!"
Bryce's mood lifted as he laughed at her. "You're an asshole, Chris.

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My sweet Cassius," Merrick replied before cupping Cassius's cheek and kissing him again. "We shall make this the best night of our lives."
Cassius grinned, kissed Merrick's hand, and said, "It already is

It is like a dream come true," he admitted. They had both dreamed of one another, but now it was real. Now it was flesh and reality, and he wished this night could last an eternity.
"Maybe you will write it one day…a story or a poem of a prince who desired his valet like his lungs yearned for air."
His heart thundered, grew, swelled within his chest. Yes, Cassius thought he would. He could immortalize them in words.
Cassius gasped when Merrick lowered to his knees to remove Cas's trousers and undergarments. His prick ached as it sprung free, and the prince leaned in, nudging his nose in the coarse hair at Cassius's groin.
"Merrick." Cassius twined his fingers in the prince's soft hair.
"You smell of my soap."
"I need you," Cassius replied.
"I am here.

Imagine their mom's surprise to find out not one, but both of her sons were gay.

Funny how lyrics to a song that held memories for you never went away.

It was the perfect distraction for Cooper to ignore the flood of...contentment... Hearing that their friendship had meant to Noah even a portion of what it had meant to Coop. Which, as a kid, had been everything.

You always make me get so fuckin' emotional. I'd get my ass beat if anyone saw me the way I am with you.

What do you think they'll say about us?" Cassius whispered in Merrick's ear as they danced heart to heart and cheek to cheek.
"That we are two handsome princes madly in love."
"We are certainly handsome this evening," Cassius replied with a twinkle in his eye. They had chosen to wear matching black tailcoats with golden cuff links. "And I shall definitely love you until I take my final breath."
"And I you," Merrick replied with a thick throat as he pressed a discreet kiss to his temple.

We can't get better, none of us, unless we face our past.

He recalled their first conversation in the stables about flying and freedom, and this moment was just that. They were traveling together, journeying to a land that was theirs and theirs alone. A secret world where responsibilities and rules regarding what was proper or not didn't exist. A place that was made in Cassius's imagination where he and Merrick could touch, kiss, talk, and laugh with no consequences.
A place he wished truly existed but did not. It was a lie. They were not lovers, not in the true sense. He would not be allowed to have Prince Merrick again or to give himself to the prince. But in this moment that truth was not their reality, and Cassius allowed himself to pretend Merrick was courting him. That they were simply two men who desired one another and could have what they wanted

We shall ride soon," Prince Merrick told him. "If you would like. I don't make nearly enough time to ride, and I think I would like it…the freedom you spoke of." Then he smiled, and again, it made Cas's stomach flip. The familiar ache of desire sat heavy within him.
Cassius's throat felt dry. "Yes, Your Highness. Whatever you wish."
The prince's eyes darted away as if that had been the wrong answer. Cas didn't know what he'd done wrong, but he yearned to remedy it. "This…tonight, I do not have the words to thank you. You didn't have to do this, not for me, but you did, and I will forever be grateful"
"And I did it because I wanted to…for you."
The words hung heavy in the air. It was as if the prince desired Cas's friendship, his company, and fucking hell, Cas thought he might want the same from the prince. He enjoyed him - not as a prince, but as a man

There was something so powerful in sex. So demanding and owning that made Mason feel like he could conquer the world.

You ever lie to me again and I'll kick your ass," Bryce sat down beside Nick, where he sat away from everyone else, watching them.

"I'm sorry."

"I know."

"I love you."

"I know that, too.

You returned," the prince whispered.
"Does the offer still stand, Pr - Merrick? Do you still want me?" His voice quivered as he waited, hoped.
"So much, I do not feel comfortable in my own skin. It is as if you lit a fire within me that I cannot control…and I don't want to, Cassius."
Cassius yearned to fall to his knees in gratitude. He stepped farther inside as Merrick stood. Cassius closed the door, clicking the lock into place behind him. When the prince reached him, his arm rose and he fingered Cas's hair, which was loose around his face. He never allowed himself to wear his hair down outside his chamber, and he couldn't believe he had forgotten. "Forgive me… I…"
"There is nothing to forgive. You are…breathtaking, Cassius."
"Cas. If I am to call you Merrick when we are alone, you can call me Cas if you'd like

Heat stirred in Cassius's gut. His pulse beat hard and heavy like a fist punching against his skin. He knew he should look away but could not. He struggled to make sense of this moment, each moment from the very first when the prince asked Cas to meet him. It was as if he'd stepped inside a fairy tale, a story he would make up for Emily and Elizabeth, a make-believe land where he would have something in common with someone like Prince Merrick. Where someone like the prince would look upon him as an equal. That's what this was, he realized. In this piece of time, they were not prince and servant. They were two men who felt tied to their lives. At any moment, he expected to be roused by Valor and for all this to have been a dream, but Valor did not come, and Cassius didn't awaken

I'm sorry to just show up like this. I didn't know where else to go. You're the only thing here that feels like mine.

I'm the bartender. Everyone talks to the bartender, remember?

I believe I was afraid…of not being worthy of you. I have spent weeks writing, scribbling my thoughts, reliving every moment we shared, and I saw…the happiness we shared when we were together. The gleam in your dark eyes when you saw me. And I realized…that is what it's about, is it not? Those pieces of happiness are what matters. Not title or name. I write stories and poems of love and dreams coming true, but I did not allow myself to see it as something that could be real…not for me…but it was true…what we shared, and not only am I better for it, the world could be too."
"I am a better man because of you, Cas. Imagine what we could do together?"
Cassius gasped…hoped. "Do you still want me, my prince?"
"I have never wanted another the way I want you. There will never be another I love the way I love you."
Merrick raised his hand, cupped Cassius's cheek. Cas nuzzled into him, closed his eyes, trembled when he felt Merrick's lips touch his. They kissed slowly, deeply, reexploring each other.
Cassius swallowed down Merrick's moans and then fed him his own.
And it was…perfect.
When they pulled apart, Cassius led Merrick back to the rock. The sun kept the chill off as they climbed on together

I did not think you would come back."
Cas's heart bled for the pain he'd caused his prince. "I did not think I would either," he answered honestly. Merrick whipped his head up at that. "Not because I didn't want to. You have much to lose, my prince. More than I could ever give you in return."
"Should I not be the one who decides how much what I lose or gain means to me?" He shook his head. "You do not get to make that decision for me, Cas, just as I cannot make it for you…and that is what I did by approaching you at the ball. I apologize for that. I should not have done it so publicly, but that doesn't change what I want. You think you don't give me much, but your love gives more than any title ever could. It is with you that I am the truest form of myself."
Cassius's knees went weak. His heart thudded in his ears, and his vision blurred. "It is with you that I am the truest form of myself as well. I could not separate my love for you from my fear of what you would sacrifice for me. I could not see how the trade was fair to you…to the people of Evergreen.

It would forever be one of the most consuming regrets of his life because he longed for the prince in ways he had never longed for anyone or anything else. He was like the most beautiful words Cassius could ever write brought to life. He was the greatest story ever told, and Cassius had denied himself the chance to read him, to study him, to engrain Merrick into his brain and skin and soul

Cassius leaned against Merrick and sighed. It felt too perfect, too right, and Merrick feared the tormenting aftermath of this spellbinding evening shared with a man he'd fantasized about almost nightly. "You feel like heaven, and I wish we could stay like this for days."
When Cassius glanced back at him, Merrick took his mouth again in a bruising kiss. His fingers glided over Cassius's chest to toy with his nipples as Cassius shuddered against him.
Merrick's hand brushed over Cassius's abdomen, and the valet moaned, burying his head against his shoulder. Merrick forked his fingers through the downy hair at his groin, his palm closing around the velvety skin of his cock, stroking the hardened shaft upward.
Cassius whimpered as his back bowed in what Merrick hoped was utter bliss. "I…have dreamed of this moment."
Merrick groaned in his ear. "Tell me more of this dream

Please, my prince…my Merrick."
Merrick trailed his nails over the dimples of his buttocks before his lips found the shell of his ear. "Anything, Cas. I would give you anything."
Cassius's breath ghosted out of him as he arched his back, his head sinking to the crook of Merrick's neck. Cas twisted his mouth, and the way their lips brushed together made Merrick shiver. "I would like to feel your cock inside me."
Merrick gasped as he gripped Cassius's hair in his fingers, bent his head back, and crushed their lips together.
"Take me," Cassius groaned. "Make me yours.

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Sometimes you just had to force yourself to get over shit in your life, or it would rot away inside you until you couldn't be saved.

You may refer to me as Prince Merrick or simply Merrick for this trip. We are just two companions enjoying a simple horse ride together."
"I don't bite."
"I thought…maybe your family would like to have it. To know you are…well cared for and…safe."
What the prince had done for him…drawing his likeness with such skill and for Cassius's family…why would he do something like that? He couldn't make sense of it, not from their time in the barn, nor from their ride today. The truth lingered there, teased the edges of his brain, but Cassius couldn't let himself believe it. There was no way Prince Merrick could be interested in him. Unless it was as Valor said and what Cassius knew to be true: men sometimes lay with other men, even if just to satisfy their carnal urges

Cas, my darling Cas," Merrick murmured into his throat. "I am yours. I will always be yours. You own my heart."
Cassius swayed and moaned, his hand reaching up to clasp their fingers together. "And you own mine, my prince

My dearest brother," Marjorie replied with a sorrowful smile. "I am only sorry your heart has been broken."
"Cassius was right to refuse me," Merrick replied even as the words ripped the fresh wound along the seams again. "He was only protecting himself. His reputation."
The words stuck in his throat. Had Merrick thought about the repercussions, he would've chosen a different route last night. He would not have done it so publicly perhaps, for Cassius's sake, no matter what they'd whispered to each other their last night together.
"I do not care who knows. It is only the harm it could do that holds me back. If I could, I would walk proudly by your side."
But what then? It was a jumbled mess no matter the outcome.
Marjorie shook her head. "Cassius was protecting you. That much was evident."
The words only warmed Merrick for a brief instant. He knew Cassius cared for him. But now he understood that the idea of them being together was only a fool's wish, no matter how many times he recited the words of Cas's poem from memory and wished them true with all his might

All he knew was all those empty rooms inside him were somehow filled when Mateo was around.

It's funny because I've never really been into that before. Eyeliner looks good on you though. Not as though that matters." He shrugged, but it mattered to Rod. He was so incredibly fucked.

I'm gay now, so your traditional gender roles are a little blurred, aren't they?" His

Would you like me to draw you a bath, Your Highness?" Cassius asked, his throat unfamiliarly rough.
"No, Cassius. I…"
Instinctively, Cassius lowered his head. The prince was not going to let this go, was he? Cassius knew he would not, so he would have to approach it head on. "I apologize, Your Highness…for the ride. I do not know why it happened, and it won't happen again. I can't…" Cassius shook his head. "I know it was inappropriate. It is wrong. That I am wrong. But please…I need to care for my family."
He closed his eyes, wishing he could have swallowed the words he'd just spoken before they'd gotten the chance to escape his mouth. He hadn't meant to admit he fancied men. Not to the prince. But maybe he would be rewarded for his honesty. The prince was kind. Maybe he would take pity on Cassius - even though Cassius despised pity - since he knew Cassius had family to care for.

We can stop…" Cassius said.
"We can…"
He felt Merrick's breath upon his mouth.
"I do not want to," Cassius replied.
"I do not want to either."
Then their mouths were lightly teasing one another. They pressed gentle kisses upon each other's lips as though they were testing the waters again.
"I felt you all day…the evidence of you being inside me. Each time I sat or moved, my body recalled taking you deep."
Cas shuddered. "I wish I could feel you inside me as well, so I would always know you there."
They were kissing again then, more hungrily. Cassius had never tasted anything as sweet as the prince on his tongue. His prick hardened, ached. He wished to embed the mixture of brandy and Merrick into his taste buds. To feel the strength of Merrick deep within his ass. To burn Merrick into the memory of his fingertips so he could recall it over and over and over again.
"You wreck me, Cas," Merrick said against his mouth. Their tongues moved together. Merrick's hand cupped the back of his head, slid under his hat, and threaded his fingers there

Nothing has ever felt like it does when I'm with you."
He raised Cassius's hand to his lips and kissed his wrist. Cassius closed his eyes and sighed. "For me as well."
Merrick leaned forward and rested their foreheads together. "I wish this could be real."
"It is real," Cassius replied, placing his hand against Merrick's chest and then his own. "Inside both of us. So let us pretend it's real everywhere else for tonight

What do you want, Nick?" "Right now? Nothing, but you.

Say my name again."
"Merrick," Cassius replied. "Merrick, Merrick, Merrick," he said against the prince's lips.
"I shall never forget this moment." He kissed Cassius's cheek, the corner of his mouth. "It will be with me always, and I will always long for more."
"I will forever long for more as well, my prince." His chest squeezed tight in a way it shouldn't have. He knew what this was and had to remember that.
Merrick cupped Cassius's face in his hands. "Thank you."
"Please do not thank me for this.

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I didn't get to see enough of your equipment. You ran away, remember? So how do I know if it's excellent or not? But I can assure you, mine is.

Nothing in this world was completely black or white. Wrong or right. Or if it was, what mattered was whose eyes it was being seen from.

Sir, I have no opinion," Cassius had said at first.
"Everyone has one," Merrick had replied. "Please, humor me. I am dying for a conversation with somebody who is a contemporary. As well as somebody I can trust."
Cassius's gaze had sprung to the mirror at that declaration, something like surprise registering in his eyes

It's not a woman I want right now, Mom. It's a man...

Bryce smiled, all cocky fucking grin, leaned forward and kissed him. "Cocksucking 101 is about to start." ***

Whatever it is that you love, eventually you need more. That doesn't mean
you don't love it. It just means you're ready to let yourself love more than just
that thing.

Tell me of your family," Prince Merrick continued.
"Um…yes, sir. It is just my mother and my sisters Emily and Elizabeth. As you know, we lost my father."
"I am sorry for your loss," the prince said, not for the first time. "And you take care of them?" he prompted before pulling the carrot from a stunned Cassius and feeding it to the horse.
"Yes, I am all they have, but I want to care for them. They're my family. I love them. My sisters…especially Emily, she is my heart."
Their eyes caught again, and Cassius could have sworn he saw a grin in the prince's stare. "We have that in common too, then. My family is everything to me, and I love my sister more than anything."
"I can see that, Your Highness, in the way you spoke with her today

I cannot imagine never being inside you again."
Cassius glanced over his shoulder, his gaze softening. "We have all night, my prince."
And that was exactly what they had. It was hours before dawn.
They napped, fucked again, and nestled tightly together until light filtered through the window.
They were covered in each other's seed, the room smelled of musk and sex, and Merrick wanted nothing more than to live forever with Cassius in his arms

Merrick moved away from the guests and toward the terrace doors, where Cassius had made his escape, hoping it was only a dream and he would see his love waiting for him.
But as the cool air hit his skin, he only saw the vast forest before him and heard the whistling wind through the trees. He felt hollow once again.
A rectangular object on the stairs caught his attention, and he bent to pick it up. It was Cassius's notebook, flipped open to the very last page. His gaze greedily drank in the sentences written by his lover's hand.
Once upon a time there was an exquisite prince
Who filled my wintry soul with all the colors of spring
He became my day, my night, my sun, my moon
My heart, my soul, my very bones
My Ever After

He did not see how he could be considered the breathtaking one with the prince in the room. He was everything Cassius was not. He set Cassius's soul afire. And yet those words filled him in ways he did not know he needed filling. "You are…breathtaking, Cassius."
"Cas," the prince whispered again.
"Merrick," Cassius tested the name on his tongue once more. "I would like to taste the brandy upon your lips. We can have tonight, can we not? Just tonight?" It was all they would ever be allowed to share. The prince would be forced to continue to court Lady Penelope or another woman, and Cassius would watch from afar and dream.
"If I cannot have more, then I will gladly take one night with you." Merrick clutched Cas's hand, twined their fingers together, and led him to the side of his bed. "May I undress you tonight?"
Shivers wracked Cassius's body. To hear the prince make a request such as that to him… "Yes, my prince.

It's funny how life works sometimes, isn't it?

We will have one night in each other's arms."
One night was all they would have when they longed for their ever after…
"Yes, my prince."
Cassius closed his eyes, felt the prince's soft mouth upon his. His tongue lashed Cas's lips before he parted them. It was difficult to be as close to Merrick as he wanted because of their layers of clothing. Still, Merrick's touch somehow seared through him; he felt the warmth of Merrick's hand against his back. Cassius raised his hands and cupped Merrick's handsome face as they shared what he hoped was their first kiss of a night full of their mouths intimately attached.
He longed to hear the soft noises that came from Merrick's throat when they kissed. As though he heard Cas's thoughts, he made a soft sound into Cas's mouth, and Cas swallowed it down as though it nourished him.

I…thank you, my prince," Cassius replied. He didn't have the words to express what that meant to him, what Merrick did.
"Cas…" Merrick whispered. Their hands were still clasped together. Merrick used his free one to cup Cassius's cheek. "You cause me to desire things I should not desire, things I cannot have, but…" He brushed his thumb over Cassius's bottom lip, making Cas gasp. "Your lips are soft. I want to taste them again."
"We shouldn't," Cas replied, but his head leaned in slowly as he spoke.
"No, we should not," Merrick replied as he leaned in as well. They did not stop until their foreheads pressed together