Off the Grid (Full Throttle, #1)

by K. Bromberg

Sometimes loving someone means sacrificing yourself for their benefit.

No one is allowed to steal your happiness or to tell you how you should act or how your body should feel.”

“I’ll hold on tight, but that means you better take me for a damn good ride.”

“You’re . . . breathtaking.”

“If a man has to prove why you can’t wear what you want, he’s not the type of man you should be wasting your time, let alone a thought on.”

You’ve seen the goods, Cami. You like the goods. Go forth and finally fuck the goods.

“Yes. The answer is always yes,”

It might ease your stress if I let you have your way with me. Take control. Grab me by the cock and lead me around by it.”

“I’m a racer, Camilla. I live for the danger. I have to be sure of myself. And this? This I’m sure of.”

What you do to me? Ruin me. Wreck me. Own me.

“Elise, a man can tear you down quicker than shit, but only you can put the work in to feel better about yourself.”

“And the ego returns.” “And the ego made you laugh.”

“I’ll come up for air when I’m goddamn good and ready. But right now, fucking drown me.”

“Holy fucking shit. I’m speechless. I mean, other than saying holy fucking shit, I’m speechless.”

“Let’s stop playing this game, Gasket.” “What game?” “The no-strings one. I’m in love with you. Can’t you see that?

You’re it for me, Camilla. The kind of it I never expected, I never wanted. I thought love was for weak men and saps. I’ll be the first to admit I was wrong. Hands down. Head over heels wrong. You drive me crazy but fuck if that madness doesn’t make me love you more. You challenge me. You make me the kind of man who would give up his dream because it’s the right thing to do. And that’s fucking saying a lot. Because I would. I did. And I’d do it a million times over if that’s what you needed, because I’m in fucking love with you.”

“It’s the nickname, isn’t it, Gasket?” he asks. “You hate it so much that you can’t love me back.”

I can’t pinpoint one specific event. It’s like one minute you were kissing me in a bar and the next minute you were everywhere. And I liked that you were. You won me over. Heart by colored heart on the calendar.”

“It is. I love you Riggs. It’s as simple and as complicated as that.”

Am I the Arsehole for falling in love with this incredibly intelligent, beautiful, kind woman and for planning our engagement party before I even ask her to marry me because I’m that desperate for her to be my wife?”