T.M. Frazier Quotes

Like something happened to Preppy. That wasn't your fault, dick slick. It was mine. I literally couldn't dodge that bullet. See what I did there? Oh my shit I'm hilarious.

You'll find out that I'm a lot of things, but I'm no fucking rapist. Before I fuck you - and I will fuck you, pup - you'll be begging me for it, he whispered against my neck.

He was so far inside of me, body, heart, and soul, that I was almost afraid of how deep our connection was. It was about more than sex. It was about us, and we were a lot like our sex in a way. It hurt. It felt amazing.
I never wanted it to end.

I may be a lot of things, Doc. A criminal. Sure. A very good dresser. Absolutely. A man with a huge cock. Fuck, yes." His face grew serious. "But I'm no fucking liar.

I'd never seen anything like the girl in my arms.
Beautiful. Strong. Fierce and Fiery.
A force greater than any storm and twice as destructive.

You're better than I ever imagined. You are everything to me. You make me want to be better. You make me better.

She was mine.
I didn't want to control her.
I wanted to own her.

Our story, it wasn't over yet
It was far from a romance.
But it was still a love story.
And it was ours.
We started as a broken promise, one never meant to be kept.
We ended on the promise of forever.

We were looking right into each other. Broken soul to broken soul.

Love isn't about wanting a hero, it's about wanting to be one for the other person.

When it comes to this girl, my instincts are at war.
One tells me to punish.
The other to protect.
Only one can win.

They call me, King.

Even though life hands you a big pile of shit, you don't have to roll around in it and make shit angels.

You're mine, Tricks," he says, pulling back to stare into my eyes.
"Always have been.

Because you belong to me. Your fear, your anger, your fury, your fucking defiance. It all belongs to me. And nobody fucks with what's mine but ME.

It should be illegal to want to fuck you so bad," Preppy murmured, reaching over and brushing the pad of his thumb over my bottom lip. I leaned into his touch.
I gave his thumb a kiss. "And what if it were illegal?" I teased.
"It wouldn't matter." He lowered his voice. "'Cause baby, I was born to break the law.

This is where I buried my first body.

We don't fit any mold. But, where you are concerned, it's simple." He kissed along my jaw line. "I want you, Abby. No bullshit . I want you just the way you are.

Let me explain this to you," he said, calmly. Too calmly. He reached out and cupped my cheek in his hand, rubbing over it with the pad of his thumb. "You and I are going to have a coming-to-Jesus moment. You're gonna tell me your shit. I'm gonna tell you my shit, and then I'm going to fuck you. Long and hard, until you don't remember your real name or the one you chose to go by because you'll be too busy screaming mine.

Because my name is Samuel Clearwater, and I take orders from no one. Not even death.

I found myself again in the most unlikely place. I'd found myself again in the haunted eyes of a girl who was just as lost as I was. Or maybe, we didn't find each other at all. Maybe, we just decided to be lost together.

Bee deserved better than me, but I was drawn to her innocence, and she was drawn to my darkness. Together, we made a whole lot of no sense, and it was just the way I liked it.

In all the time I'd been living on the streets, I've had some close calls, some serious gut check moments. I've seen things that have made my skin crawl and my heart race. I was very familiar with feeling afraid. Fear had nothing on King.

I took you, hellion. You're all mine. Only I get to say whether you live or die."
"You're a monster," she whispers on a shaky exhale.
You have no fucking idea.
I withdraw the blade and tuck it away. I brush a lock of dark hair from her eyes, tucking it behind her ear, my fingers lingering on the delicate curve of her bruised and sliced neck.
"You're right," I whisper. "I am a monster." Roughly, I grab her chin, forcing her to look me in the eye.
"I'm your monster.

Well then, Tricks, tell me, if you're not cold … what are you? … Besides afraid."
Screw it. I've already lost. I concede. I forfeit. I literally have nothing left to lose. I want him to know me. Feel me.
One last truth before I'm gone forever.
"I'm yours," I blurt. Both relief and unbridled lust surge from within me. I'm breathing heavy. My breasts feel full. I'm aching all over with need. For him to touch me. To take me right here against the wall.
His nostrils flare. "Damn fuckin' right you are.

Suffer from the same condition Pup does." "And what's that?" Bear asked, following me out and leaning up sideways against the railing. "We both forgot who the fuck we were." Bear dialed a few numbers; I could hear the ringing through the speaker as he held it up to his ear. "You remembering now?" "Yeah, I'm remembering now." "And who exactly are you?" Bear asked. "I'm the fucking bad guy.

What we do? Me and you? I asked, pointing between us. "It's not shameful. The way we make each other feel? It's fucking beautiful. The most fucking beautiful thing I've ever experienced. Don't ever feel ashamed to tell me what you want. To ask me for it. I love that you want me, Say. Now tell me to fuck you.

The first stirring of any kind of desire in over a year comes courtesy of the devil in a bow tie.
Man, I was really fucked up.

There is a place where light and dark meet in the sky when the sun's setting where it's not quite day and not quite night. A grayish mist among the black and yellow. I like to think of it as a place where right and wrong, black and white, life and death aren't finite. I call that place 'the in-between' and to me that's where you and I will always exist. Together.

Dude, you're creeping me out," Kevin said, reaching for his shorts.
Before he could pull them back on I dropped the hose and bee-lined toward him, wrapping him in a bear hug. "You really are my brother."
"Huh?" Kevin asked, standing still as a statue.
"Shhh…just let me love you."
"What exactly is going on out here?" Dre asked from the porch, flipping on the light. I still didn't let go.
"He's my brother. I'm sure of it now," I informed her.
"I Have no idea what's going on," Kevin said, wigging from my grip.
"Oh yeah? … How are you so sure?"
I stepped back and pointed down to Kevin's massive cock. "Because of that!

Fuck anyone who thinks anything on someone like you could ever be anything beautiful. You should be proud of them, baby."
"Proud?"
"Yes, proud. They make you powerful. Each line is a road travelled, an experience you had, whether it was good or bad. Each mark is proof of pain in the past, not the present. You are a survivor, you are a warrior. These are the scalps hanging from your fucking belt. You took the beatings and here you are, in front of me. You are fucking amazing.

I have nightmares all the time. You know what's the only thing that makes them go away?" He placed his hand over mine. "You. You silence the world when it's too fucking loud. You make me feel less broken.

I'm bruised and broken. I'm battered and battle-worn. This is who I am. You won't hurt me. I want you to take me. Just as I am.

You should know by now, Doc, that even death can't keep a motherfucker down," preppy said with a devilish smile.

A family by choice, not chance. A choice to love, and to be loved in return. A choice to take care of and enjoy one another, not to put up with or to suffer through one another.

Yeah, man. That's fucking amazing. Yes, that. I'll help you. We can do it together. You run the shit. I'll help you run the shit. Then, we'll buy a big 'ole Star Wars stilt home and live there, and no one will be able tell us what to fucking do ever again!

We gotta seize the day. Carpe the diem while we still have diem's to carpe and all that shit.

She's cocaine with legs, and I'm a fucking addict before I've even had a taste.

There has never been anyone like you ," Bear said softly. "You're it for me, Ti. Don't ever doubt that.

Baby, I'm sorry," he said dropping his forehead to mine in a rare moment of vulnerability. His voice was rough and shaky. "Help me. Please. I don't know what I'm doing here."
"What are you trying to do?" I asked.
He raised up, just enough to look me in the eye. "I'm trying to love you.

Kids, you can't live without them and you can't leave them alone with the household items they can create explosives from." "Is that what the saying is?" "How the shit would I know?

She's my victim, and I'm her tormentor. She's my prey, and I'm the predator. She is mine to do with as I please.

I've done it all and you look at me like I'm somehow a good person and it makes me want to tear my fucking hair out because it's all a lie. The truth is that I'm not the good guy. I'm the fucking bad guy,

Once a Bastard, you were always a Bastard. Or you were dead. They'd come for me. But the fucked up thing was that it wasn't the thought of my brothers trying to put me in the ground that bothered me most, it was the uncertainty. I knew everything about being a biker. I didn't know shit about being a man.

Have you even thought that who you are now is exactly the person you're supposed to be? That maybe with the slate wiped clean of bullshit outside influences that you are now more yourself than ever before?

You know what's worse than being a sick son-of-a-bitch? Knowing you're a sick son-of-a-bitch.

Because pancakes." ****

Sick, twisted Abby was in love with the sick, twisted, beautiful Jake.

I would kill for you, Bee. Happily." He ran his fingers down my cheek. "I need you to know that.

For the first time in a long time a bit of something I was unfamiliar with crept up inside me.
If I hadn't known better, I'd have thought it was hope.

Stop being alive, and start living.

In some ways, she was naive. Innocent even. In other ways, she was the devil himself.

Why do you have a gun?" I asked, without thinking of how stupid my question really was. Maybe, if he ever put his god dammed shirt back on, my case of stupid would turn back off.
"Why do I have a gun?" he repeated, like it was the ridiculous question that it was. "'Cause throwing bullets by hand isn't exactly effective.

Shit, Rage was right. You really did name the bacon.

I finally realized that it's possible to love within a space that sometimes holds nothing but emptiness.. or nothing but darkness.
After all, we all have darkness within us.
Some of us more than others.

Pike and I aren't at war. We never were.
We are what's left over after the battle's already been lost on both sides.
We're not soldiers.
We're carnage.

What the fuck is wrong with Westerns? Westerns are the shit." "Oh yeah, tell me, why are westerns THE SHIT?" Ti said, air quoting around THE SHIT. "Because back in the old west, the men were real men. They took charge of the situation. They handled their business by earning respect and gunning down anyone who stood in their way. Cowboys were the first guys to have the balls to be lawless and say fuck-all to society.

A revenge kill is the best kind of kill.
But a revenge kill for your family, with your woman's permission?
That's borderline erotic.

Wanna fuck you and smack the living shit out of you all at the same time. Don't know what this is, but it makes me want to keep you filled with my cock all day long and dripping with my cum. I want to mark you. I want to fucking own you.

So you can shoot?" "Yeah. My dad taught me. Won a few competitions when I was younger. Farmer's Daughters of America." "Sounds like a redneck dating site." "It does, doesn't it?

The connection between us is tangible. A magnet pulling two people together from opposite sides of town.
White trash Romeo and Juliet.

I've been a ruined man for a long time. I can't ruin you too.

My brain wanted to scream at him, punch him, but when his tongue ran along the seam of my mouth seeking entrance my traitorous lips opened for him, groaning when his tongue found mine, pressing myself up against his dirty body. He cupped his hands around my face and kissed me like he was screaming at me, punishing me for disobeying him, for being in his life, for not being in his life. I took his punishment and gave it back to him, telling him all the things with our kiss that I didn't understand myself.

I want you more than I've ever wanted someone in my entire fucking life.

like they were about to enjoy a meal together.

I know how it feels to be a biker, and not a man. I know how it feels when you find the person who makes you realize you can be both.

I am loved by him in a way that no one else on the planet could ever love me.

I don't think anyone's had the stranger danger talk with him. Because rule number one is that you don't jump into strange unmarked vans with the bad guys,

Taming Preppy would be like trying to put a leash on the wind. However,

I want you, Say. So fucking much. More than I've ever wanted anything or anyone before." He took a deep breath like he was breathing me in. "You terrify me.

Love. It was the only kind of torture I wasn't familiar with.

That's one of the reasons I'm here. In town. For closure. I've made so many mistakes. So freaking many."
"Did you find it?" Preppy asked. "Your closure?"
I looked over to the dark corner and felt his eyes on me when I whispered, "Not even close.

There is one more thing I need you to know." His lips hovered just above mine. "You need to know that I don't give a fuck if your memory returns while I'm gone, cause it doesn't change shit for us. But from this point out there is only one thing I need you to remember." "What's that?" "This." King gripped the back of my neck and pulled me into him, crashing his lips to mine in a kiss that had me trembling with both desire and fear.

He'd said he couldn't keep me. That didn't mean I wouldn't always be his .

I can't stay away from you anymore. I tried, and I can't do it. I want you. I need you to tell me all that hesitation bullshit is over and that I can have you. Stop being alive, and start living.

No, I'm not happy. I'm far from fucking happy. I've been far from fucking happy since I got out of prison. If I think back, I wasn't exactly happy before prison either, and it's your fucking fault!"
"How the fuck is that my fault?" Now, he'd gone too far, blaming me for his life years before I was even in it.
"Because you are the one who made me realize I was fucking unhappy. Because with you, I think I can actually BE happy!

Samuel Clearwater, I promise I'll never leave you," I whispered, my voice as shaky as my limbs. "I love you."
Preppy closed his eyes. A lazy, satisfied smile appeared on his face. He dropped his head back onto my chest. "Love doesn't even begin to cover it, Doc.

It's only fair that I break you," Smoke groans, seating himself fully inside me. He looks me in the eyes. "Since you've already broken me.

I'd rather be known as the girl who wears sweatshirts than the vagina most likely to be recognized in a line up.

I love him. The good, the bad, the violent, the brutal, and the bloody. I love all of him.

You did not take what was mine and not expect to pay in blood, sweat, or pussy.
I have missed the fuck out of you King!!

I never knew true fear until I met pure evil. He wore a smile and a bow tie.

She was the girl I was in love with.
The girl I would always be in love with.
Until my very last breath.

You're my queen … You're my everything … Mine. Now and forever.

I fell asleep that night in the arms of a killer. I'd never slept better.

You and me… we're a forever kind of thing.

We may not have been perfect, or even acceptable by anyone else's standards. But together, we were perfect.
Together, we were just us.
Battered and broken. Dark and difficult. Impulsive and scared.

We are all a little damaged, Bee. Some of us more than others.

We've been together for years. Three kids and one on the way, and I still tremble at his touch. They say lust fades with time.
Well, they don't know shit.

Things doesn't always start out the way we want them to. It's how they end that's important.

I moaned. "Gonna make this fast and hard," he murmured against my skin. He lifted up my leg and pushed inside of me, stretching and filling me in two hard long thrusts. He started pumping into me before my body was ready for him and the bite of pain made each stroke torturously erotic. "Never felt nothing like this, Ti. Wanna fuck you and smack the living shit out of you all at the same time. Don't know what this is, but it makes me want to keep you filled with my cock all day long and dripping with my cum. I want to mark you. I want to fucking own you." He grunted as his thrusts became harder, more frantic, more erratic. Just more. "What the fuck are you doing to me?" he asked on a ragged exhale. Sparks

I would have given anything in the world for that smile and that breath, to have not been his very last.

It wasn't romantic. It wasn't flowery. But it also wasn't lies. It was just us.

Don't make me junk punch you Captain Obvious.

The second I spotted him in the crows I knew this wasn't going to be some sort of warm and fuzzy reunion. No, it was a fucking relapse.

She didn't show me that I was capable of love. She was the one who made me capable of love.

You got a concealed weapons permit for that thing?" "Does it look like I'm concealing anything, motherfucker?

if you motherfuckers must know, I was looking up porn," Preppy said with a shrug of his shoulders. There was a rustling in the brush up ahead. A huge brown hog with wiry hair and a broken tusk darted out from its hiding place and into the clearing, making a run for his life through the trees. Preppy lifted his gun and pulled the trigger. He missed the fast moving pig and the bullet blew a huge hole into a tree stump. "But you'd be surprised how one little misspelling of the word BEASTIALITY can change the entire fucking nature of a search.

They call the figure that takes our loved ones from this world the angel of death, when really he's just a corrupt errand boy who hides deep within his hood when he comes to take souls to the other side.

You two conspire to take out an entire criminal organization by yourselves and fail to include me?