Samantha Towle Quotes

Do you remember what I said that first night we moved into our new house? What you asked me to say as my vows? It still stands Tru, it will always stand. My love for you is limitless, it knows no bounds. You're in my veins. I bleed you. I belong to you...I always have and I always will. You will always be my June, Tru.

God, he's such a cocky, arrogant bastard at times.
And I totally fancy him.
No I don't.
Yes, I do.
No. I. Don't.
Ah fuck.

All I know is, being away from you ... makes it hard to breathe. I miss you so much

I look at you and everything just makes sense. And I can't see another day in my future without you in it.

What, no panty ripping today?" I tease. "What is it with you and panties anyway? What's your beef with them?"
He lifts his head, grinning at me. "It's a love/hate relationship, baby. I love how they look on you. Hate that they're blocking my access."
I giggle.

AND FOR THAT WONDROUS BRIEF MOMENT IN TIME, SHE WAS MINE, AND I WAS HERS.

And I love you, my little storm.

Your dad said you stopped playing right after I left." He did? "My dad talks too much." "Why, Tru?" "I dunno." I shrug. "He just does." "No." Jake smiles, coming over to me. "Not why does your dad talk too much. Why did you stop playing after I left?" "When you left, I guess the music left with you.

His hormones never calmed down once they set in when he was a teenager.""Yeah, we've considered getting him neutered," Nathan adds,a goading tone to his voice.I see Nathan and Sol share a look,then Sol says,"Sorry, when did you last get laid, Nate? Oh yeah, about a year ago." He smiles smugly. "Me, you ask? Oh well, I got some yesterday.

There's nothing wrong with being afraid. Everyone feels fear. But the day you let your fear control you is the day you stop living.

Pain of the past never goes away, you just find a way to deal with it. And in the future ... all the promise it holds ... that's what keeps you moving forward, and out of the darkness.

I feel lost in it. Lost in him. Too him. Consumed and totally intoxicated. I feel reckless. Heedless. Like I could do anything ... want to do anything, with him, right here and now.

With a quick check, he pulls out onto the road and we roar off in a trail of dust, leaving my stomach still somewhere on his driveway and my heart completely in his hands.

Fuck off!" Stuart says, admiring himself in the glass of the oven door. "You're just jealous you wouldn't be able to carry off something so stylish."
"Um, hottest male two thousand and twelve here, as voted by the great American public.

Jake once said on stage that Jonny was the mighty in their storm, and now I see that Jake is my mighty storm. He's broken and complex, and no one knows him like I do, or ever will. He needs me. He's my storm to calm. And I'm going to spend the rest of my life doing just that.

Yes, I want to fuck her.
Sure, she's annoying as hell. But, when her mouth is shut – or, if I had my way, full of my cock – she's incredibly fuckable.
A total babe.

There is nothing to worry about, honey. Adam has nothing to do with anything." Except that he has something to do with everything. "He's just someone I used to know."

I have to stop myself from breaking out in song.

So anyway, chica, this David Gandy dude ... is he hot?"
"Oh, so totally and completely hot." I nod enthusiastically.
"Uhum," Jake clears his throat loudly.
"But not as hot as you, baby."
"Damn straight," Jake mutters.

I just stabbed Vaughn West in the cock with a pin.
I just stabbed the world's biggest movie star. With a pin. In his cock.

I roll my eyes. "You're such a guy."
"I fucking hope so, Firecracker. With the size of my junk, I'd worry if I wasn't.

Ready. So, where are we going?" I ask, taking his offered hand, letting the door close behind me.

He gives me a secret smile. "You'll see."

Liam and his secrets.

Taylor and her secrets.

Except Liam's secrets always have me smiling.

Mine…not so much.

Your foot's broken?" Tate chuckles.
"It wasn't a tiny car. It was a tank."
"He's lying. It was my super-small and ultra-lightweight car that broke his weak foot," Speedy tells Tate. "How small are your feet anyway?" she asks me, laughing.
"As big as my dick, which is eye-wateringly huge."
"He wears a size ten," Tate tells her.
"Ten and a half!" I yell.

Supposedly, I was trying to re-create the one time in my fucked-up life when I had felt truly happy - before it all went to shit.

Funny because, even though my life had sucked before Evie, ultimately, she was the sole reason it went down the path straight to hell.

I should've known from the moment I met her that, eventually, she'd be my downfall. I mean, I am Adam, and she's my fucking Eve. It had been written in the cards.

I'll never love anyone like I love him, and I'll always be his whether I'm with him or not.

You're running because you're scared."
"I'm not scared of anything – least of all, you."
I let a smile slide onto my lips even though smiling is the last thing I feel like doing right now. "Yeah, you are. But there's nothing to be scared of. I'm gonna show you that. You can keep running, but I will catch you and soon. I'm not giving up, Lyla.

I don't woo. We're not in the nineteenth century. I fuck. And I'm awesome at it. Hence why women keep coming back for more.

His eyes turn dark and serious. "You couldn't be more wrong. I want you so fucking badly that I can't see straight. I haven't been able to since the moment I laid eyes on you. That's the fucking problem. You think I wanted her more than I do you? I didn't want her at all. I wanted you then and every day before and every day since. All I want is you. I was holding back just now - and trust me, it's been taking every ounce of strength I have to do so - because you deserve better than me feeling you up in an elevator." He runs his thumb over my lower lip, his eyes darkening further.

He gave me the one thing he's never given to anyone before..
He gave me his heart, and his trust.
And in return, I gave him the same right back ...

It's been what – eleven years?" he says, his voice quieter now.

"Twelve." I swallow.

"Twelve. Christ, yeah, right." He runs his hand through his hair. "You look different ... but the same – you know," he shrugs.

"I know," I smile. "You look different too." I gesture to the tattoos on his arms.

He grins down at them, then back at me.

"But still the same." I point my finger to the freckles on his nose.

Surprised by how much my fingers are itching to touch him, I draw my hand back.

He rubs his hand over his nose. "Yeah, no getting rid of them."

"I always liked them."

"Yeah, but you liked the Care Bears, Tru."

I flush. I can't believe he remembers that.

It's crazy that he, Jake Wethers, rock god extraordinaire, remembers that I liked the Care Bears when I was little.

How Do You Live If Your Life Dies?

You were a boy scout?'Lasted a day.But it's the truth about food. I just broke my breakfast virginity with you.

I'm picking you up for lunch because I want to go over with you what will happen on the tour."

Do I get a choice?

"Shouldn't that be your assistant's job to talk to me about that stuff?" I question.

"Well if I wanted my assistant to have lunch with you then yeah it would be, but I don't, so you're getting me – okay?"

"What if I already have plans?"

"Do you?"

"Yes?"

Silence.

"With?"

Do I detect a hint of jealously there, Jake?

"Starbucks. I meet him every day at one for a coffee and blueberry muffin."

I hear him exhale down the line.

"Would you consider ditching him for me?" His voice has gone all seductive and flirty again.

"I don't know … it's a pretty serious thing me and Starbucks have going on."

"I'll make it worth your while."

"Go on?"

"I'm talking cake, Tru, lots and lots of cake…"

"Starbucks who?" I giggle

He leans back and stares down at me, and then I suddenly see it there in his eyes, unconcealed. The lust. The want. He wants me. He's trying to seduce me. I'm so completely fucked.

I intend to make up on that time and spend the rest of the day inside you, fucking you senseless, until neither of us can walk."
"Is that a promise?"
"You bet your sweet ass it is," he growls.

You're such a mut!"
He laughs. "I'm a mut? Jesus, what you? Twelve? And don't throw insults at me. I wasn't the one perving on my hot body."
"I was not perving!" I cry with indignation.
"So, you admit I'm hot."
"I, what? No, I don't admit anything!"
He's laughing at me now.

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Hey, pervert! My eyes are up here."
Busted.
But I take my sweet time in raising my eyes. And, when I meet hers, I give her a cocky smile.
"I know exactly where your eyes are, Speedy. You just have great tits. It's hard not to look at them, especially when you insist on drawing my attention to them." I point at her cleavage.
She looks down and drops her arms. "God, you're crass and disgusting and rude and-and…"
"You at a loss for words, Speedy? That's a first. Hang on, let me get my camera out to capture the moment.

You will always be my June, Tru."
"And you're my Johnny Cash, Jake.

Taking me in, he sweeps his hair back revealing eyes the color of maple syrup. I have the sudden urge to eat pancakes.

Your answer is yes, you would. You're afraid to say it out loud because you know, once you do, it makes it real - this thing between us - and then you won't be able to stop it from happening. What, deep down inside, you know is inevitable.

There hasn't been a single second in it when I haven't loved you, and I'll continue to love you until my fucking black soul is dragged from this earth, kicking and screaming to hell. Then, I'll continue to love you from there.

If you turn up with a tattoo on your face, telling me you've shagged a lady boy, I'm definitely not marrying you.

Please do. It would make my fucking year to see you riding my cock, he says with a masculine groan, smirking at me.

You ask what I want from you?" His eyes move to my lips, then my eyes. "I want you, Tru. I just want you. All day, every day.

He touches my face, his thumb smoothing over my lips. You're my June, Tru.

You had another tattoo done? What does it say?"
"Alex. It says, Alex. I guess I just needed something to remind me you were real, because after you left, there was nothing ... nothing to say you'd ever been here.

Gabe? Are you listening to me? Gabe?"
"Huh?"
Her hands go to her hips. "I said, are you listening to me."
"Honestly, no. I can see your nipples through your top, and it's really distracting."
"Oh my God!" she screeches as she clamps her arms over her chest. She jumps to her feed. "You-you crude, rude pervert!"
My eyes follow her up.
God, just look at that tight little body.
"Hey. I'm not the one showing my tits off.

I feel good.Eased.Better than I've felt in a long time.It's kind of like foregoing the sex and just heading straight for the orgasm.

The only type Carrick has is pretty with a vagina that's open for business. But now, I'm starting to think that maybe now he has just one type - Andi Amaro.

Well, fuck me. I was expecting someone-"
"With a penis and a deep voice? Sorry to disappoint.

He stares at me steadily, for a long moment before looking away, but I read his eyes clearly. He wants me tonight. And from what my eyes were saying back to him, I think I just said yes.

Why do you even want to be here with me? You can barely stand to look at me for the most part, let alone be around me. I'm doing you a favor here, Nathan. I'm freeing you of me."
"Wait ... Stay."
"No."
"I'm not asking."
"I thought we were done."
"We'll never be done.

Then it hits me. I was just in a pissing contest with my dog. There are no words.

There is nothing worse than loving someone when they don't love you back, especially when you have only yourself to blame for it.

I'll never be good enough for you, I know that. But I'm no good without you, and if that makes me a selfish bastard for wanting you as badly as I do then so be it because I can't live a life that doesn't have you in it.

I'm totally unprepared for this level of hotness - well, any kind of hotness, to be honest. I'm dressed in yoga pants and a T-shirt. I wanted to be comfortable for traveling, and now, I want to slap myself.

I am not dressed to meet a man of his caliber, especially not now while I'm going to be seated next to said man for the next six and a half hours.

Honestly, I can't even remember if I put on deodorant.

Oh God, please let me have put on deodorant.

I didn't know the meaning of the word dying until you left me. This last week without you.." He pulls in a sharp breath, briefly closing his eyes. "I'm nothing without you Tru, nothing.

You're it for me. I want to be with you forever. I want you to be mine.

It's like he doesn't know which part of me he wants to touch the most.

Look, I have a huge penis," he states.

Because I fuckin' love you Mia ...
That didn't come out exactly as I'd planned, but it is the truth. I'm in love with you ...

Please don't go. Just stay, talk to me, we can work this out. I know we can. I would never cheat on you – I swear to you. Just believe me, please. I love you so much. You're the only person I've ever loved. And I know I've screwed up with the drugs, but I would never cheat on you. You're my best friend. You're my everything.

So the next time I see you will be at the tour."

"Yes."

I feel quite sad that I'm not going to see him for two weeks.

"Some best-friend you are," I pout, jokingly. "You do remember that in the contract for being my best friend it has a beck-and-call clause in it don't you. I mean what if I need … I don't know – chocolates from Belgium, who's gonna get them while you're off in LA. I don't know Jake, I might have to seriously consider trading you in," I grin.

He chuckles, amused. "Don't worry, I'll make sure you don't miss me."

"I never said I'd miss you."

"You never said you wouldn't."

God, he's so bloody quick. I'm getting whip-lash just sitting here with him.

"I just want you for your cupcakes

Anyway, where were we?"
"I called you a Neanderthal,
and you snorted whiskey up your nose."
"Thanks for the thorough recap.

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You're mine," he growls, making a sound filled with the sweetest agony. Then, he's kissing me, hot and hard. "No one gets to touch you but me," he breaths hotly into my mouth. "You got that?"
The intensity of him, the feel of him kissing me, has fried all my brain cells. I couldn't argue if I wanted to.
And I don't.

She got totally trashed that night, and I never screw a drunk woman. I would have just waited until the morning when she was sober, and then I'd have banged her.

Fuck," he groans. "This is.... Tru... you feel... fuccckk.

Sweetheart, the baby keeps you up all night , it's definitely a boy. He winks.

Look, I have a huge penis --Jake Wethers

How can I miss something with a physical ache and be absolutely terrified of it at the same time?

And really, only Tom would have a tattoo that says ...

So overnight I've somehow turned into a woman who has sex with a complete stranger, a slightly weird stranger might I add, that results in my clothes getting ruined to the point of incineration and I have no memory of said sex. Which I suppose in a way is kind of a shame because he is really fit.

Seriously, what is going to be awesome about touring with the mut of rock, who has hit on me every time I see him? Nothing - that's what.

So, you missed me then?"
"With every fiber of my being."
"A simple yes would have sufficed.

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In this moment I just love him. Not love him, love him – but love him, oh you know what I mean.

When he cares about someone, he cares about them with everything. And he takes, losing someone he cares about, badly.' 'His mom?' 'Holy crap! He told you about his mom? Shit, he does like you. Just do't break his heart now that he's finally got it working, please.' 'I don't think I have the power to do that.' 'Oh, you'd be surprised.

That it does." I smile warmly. He rubs his nose against mine, Eskimo-style. "I just thought it would

Handsome boy that you are ... aren't you ... yes, you are. She smooshes his face in her hands, and I actually find myself jealous of my dog.
I'm jealous of my dog.
I really need to get laid.

My love for you is limitless, it knows no bounds. You're in my veins. I bleed you. I belong to you ... I always have and I always will.

Suit Guy takes the seat beside me and turns to me with a smile on his face. I take in that face for the first time and -

Holy effing shit!

Hotness incarnate is sitting next to me.

Actual pure male hotness. All men should have been made to look like this. Seriously.

He looks like Clark Kent without the glasses, which would mean he looks like Superman - the Henry Cavill version.

Superman in a suit.

Lord, help me.

Whatever happens, I'll be with you, every step of the way. I've got your back."
He leans his forehead against mine and breathes deeply. "I don't know what I did to deserve you, but I'm so fucking glad you're mine.

Jake isn't as strong as he likes to make out he is. I get that.

Why did you break up?"
"Because she didn't like what I became after I left the army."
"And what was that?"
He stares deep into my eyes. A sudden coolness overtakes the warmth. It sends an unexpected chill running through me. "Uncaring. Hard. Cold," he answers dryly.
I swallow down. "And what were you before?"
"Uncaring ... hard ... cold." He grins, his warmth instantly returning.

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Mia might be the hottest girl I have ever seen ... okay, she is the hottest girl I have ever seen in life, and the sweetest. And I'm so horny for her that my dick actually hurts. It motherfucking hurts. But the girl's got enough to deal with. And me spending an invariable amount of time around a hot girl that I cannot put my dick inside ... it's just not possible. I might as well be in prison. Or hell. That's it, I'm in hell.
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With you I know I can do it, because your my strength, Tru. You make me want to be a better man, a good dad to our baby. The best. And I want to spend the rest of my life taking care of you both

Oh God, you're one of those pimps that takes girls off the streets and gets them addicted to drugs and turns them into prostitutes, aren't you?! My future suddenly maps out in front of me. I can see myself all greasy hair, short skirts and ripped tights, getting into stranger's cars.

There is nobody else for me. I begin and end with you.

I hesitated. You can't hesitate with a man like Jake.

I wouldn't stick your tongue out at me unless you intend to use it in the right way."
Pausing, I turn back to him. "You're disgusting."
"Just the way you like me.

Did you make a picnic, Jordan Matthews?' For the first time EVER, I see a blush in his cheeks. 'I might have' he mumbles and sets off walking.

I have tried to date in the past, but I could never get it to work. Trust is a big issue for me. Basically, I don't trust anyone with a vagina. I think that, essentially, all women are untrustworthy cold bitches.

My therapist is still working on that one.

Apparently, that comes from mommy issues as well as my ex-wife issues.

As you can see, I'm not a good candidate for a relationship

Pretend to the rest of the world, Mia. I understand your need to do that. But don't pretend with me.

Morning. I didn't wake you, did I?' God, he looks gorgeous, even at this early hour. 'No. I've been awake a while. Couldn't sleep.' 'Me eighter. I've has this girl on my mind all night' 'Anyone I know?' 'You might know her. Blond hair, blue eyes ... beautiful. We went out on a date last night as it happens.' ' Really? So how was the date?' 'Well, that's the thing ... The date was amazing, and I haven't been able to stop thinking about her ... or her gorgeous mouth ever since ... And the thing is, I really need to kiss her again.' ' I think she needs you to kiss her too.' 'You do?' 'Mmm

Let your mama sleep," he says. "If she's moody and tired, Daddy doesn't get any.

There is no one else for me. I begin and end with you.

There isn't anything I won't do for you, Tru. Nothing I won't do to make you happy. What I feel for you ... it's limitless. There is nothing before or after you. There is only you.

I loved you from the moment I knew how to love.

I love you," he repeats. "I've only ever loved one girl, Tru – and that's you. It's always been you. I loved you from the moment I knew how to love."
My eyes fill with tears again, them quickly spilling over, down my cheeks.
Jake takes my face in his hands, caressing my tears away with his thumbs. "You're it for me. I want to be with you forever. I want you to be mine."
I stare deep into his eyes. "I've always been yours, and I always will be. I love you too … so much.

There's no real difference between having sex and dancing.

I'm independent and strong, but sometimes ... just sometimes, it's nice to be taken case of. It's nice to be made to feel like a lady

Fuck it,' I hear him mutter, and the next thing I know he's taking hold of my hand.