Heavy Issues Quotes

“My body is covered in marks, Cole.”
Big deal. “Mine too, sweetheart.”
She snorted. “Yours are war scars.”
“Yours too, Christy. I waged war with others while you waged war with yourself. It’s the same. It’s just life; there’s nothing to be ashamed of. We both survived. This body tells its own story, and it’s an amazing story. You are amazing.”
― Elle Aycart, Heavy Issues

“What about the jerks who think good oral sex consists of sucking your clit so hard it feels like you're stuck to a vacuum cleaner? You're there, squirming, about to pass out from agony, slapping at him and yanking his hair to get him to stop, and what does the moron do? Thinks you're coming, redoubles his efforts, and obnoxiously grins at you.”
― Elle Aycart, Heavy Issues

“You don't believe in second chances, Cole,"
"But you do, and I think we've already established you're the smart one here.”
― Elle Aycart, Heavy Issues

“Okay, Miss Speedy Pussy, this settles the matter of whether or not I do it for you. You got your first orgasm. Tomorrow be ready to deliver my first date.”
― Elle Aycart, Heavy Issues

“I want the right to spend time with you, not only fuck you. I want the right to stay for breakfast. And I want you bareback."
"Ah so this all boils down to sex."
"Everything boils down to sex, honey. Always. My drive to fuck you is huge, don't be mistaken, but this is more."
"More?"
He nodded but didn't reply.”
― Elle Aycart, Heavy Issues

“Cole, this would work much smoother if you remove your hand from between my legs.”
“Why? Are you gonna be talking with your pussy?”
― Elle Aycart, Heavy Issues

“He knew stripping in front of him was hard on her. Putting herself under his scrutiny and risking rejection was painful. What she didn’t seem to understand was that he would never reject her. Ever.”
― Elle Aycart, Heavy Issues

“You like salsa, though?” she asked, looking incredulously at him. “Sure I do. I get to grope and show off a beautiful woman while I choose the steps and direct the dance. What more would a controlling bastard like me want?”
― Elle Aycart, Heavy Issues

“Because I tried all those voice options, of course. Haven’t you?” She looked at him expectantly, as if scrolling through all the language and voice options in the GPS was a total must.
“Frankly? It didn’t occur to me. I stuck with the first one.”
She rolled her eyes. “There’s one in Klingon. I used to have it on when I drove my geekier friends to the yearly Star Trek conventions in Vegas. They’d translate for me.”
He wasn’t sure which part of her statement was more disturbing to him: the friends that spoke Klingon, or the yearly visits to Star Trek conventions. Or that she had geekier friends. Finally he opted for one. “You have friends that speak Klingon?”
She shook her head. “No. Not fluently, no. It helped a lot that from LA to Vegas is for the most part a straight line. You really don’t want to get lost in the Mojave Desert with a handful of bickering Klingons and Vulcans who can achieve global domination with a laptop but can’t figure out how to change a tire on the car.”
― Elle Aycart, Heavy Issues

“I want them housebroken; absolutely no beginners. Either they know what they’re doing, and I mean really know, or they can hit the door.”
― Elle Aycart, Heavy Issues

“You know, I’ve overseen extremely



complicated demolition projects overseas that have taken less time than this trip to the supermarket,” Cole said while standing in the middle of the grocery store, a frown marring his handsome face.

Christy laughed. “This was your idea, remember? You wanted to know what I usually eat.”

“I had no clue about the magnitude of the whole enterprise. I’m growing old here, Christy.”
― Elle Aycart, Heavy Issues

“You’re just being unreasonable, Christy. I know he disappointed you, but it is your fault. What did you expect? Men are like that, sometimes they go a bit…wild. They need space to do their things.”

Do their things? Please! “You make it sound as if I caught him playing computer games. His dick was in her mouth, Martha.”
― Elle Aycart, Heavy Issues

“Heavy Issues (Bowen #2) : chap 9

Chapter Nine

Christy paid for her soda and looked around. Tonight was a low-key event, no fund-raising dinner or dance, just good old outdoor-movie night. And thank God for it. Alden was a small town, but boy these people knew how to party.

The whole park was packed, but she soon found Sophie at the far end and walked toward her, dropping onto a wooden chair the second she reached her, tired after a long day. She hadn’t had time to properly sit when Rose and her entourage approached them, the beautiful blonde glancing around and then focusing on Christy, disdain oozing from her.

“Where did you leave Cole? Or has he gotten tired of you already?”

Sophie snorted. “Wouldn’t you wish that.”

“He’s filling in for Mike down at the gym—karate lesson. I’m very surprised you aren’t there drooling.”

“We weren’t drooling,” Rose retorted.

Ah, so they’d been there. What a surprise.

“I still can’t believe he’s dating you. Did he lose a bet or something?” she asked, looking toward her friends.

Bitch. Christy shrugged and offered her a sweet smile. “What do you want me to say? I just want to fuck the man, but he insists on dating me. Go figure that one.”

Rose’s malicious eyes narrowed on her. “Enjoy it while it lasts. You can’t hold on to a man like that. You don’t have what it takes.”

And with that parting shot Rose strode away, all long legs and swinging hips.

“‘You don’t have what it takes,’” Sophie repeated, mocking Rose’s tone. “And what’s that, Botox and a bad case of sluttiness?”
― Elle Aycart, Heavy Issues

“He stared into her eyes. Witch eyes. Hypnotizing him. “Sorry, babe…can’t make it last… Going to come.”

She kissed him deeply and squeezed her muscles around him. Fuck. Checkmate.

With bruising force, he let himself go and orgasmed for what seemed like forever. When it was over, he had the weird feeling she’d taken more from him than just his cum.”
― Elle Aycart, Heavy Issues

“As they finished eating, Christy glanced at him with indecision. “Thank you for the food. It’s getting pretty late. Maybe I should go.”

He strode to her and bracketed her body with his arms. “Do you want to go?”

“I don’t know. You tell me. What does the sex workers’ union say about clients staying over?”

He laughed softly. “I’d have to check the man-whore union labor agreement because I’m not familiar with it. Although I’d say in this case, it’s up to the client.”

“Last time I was exhausted and accidentally fell asleep in your bed,” she hurried to explain. “I don’t want you to think—”
― Elle Aycart, Heavy Issues

“He couldn’t resist taking her mouth, which was weird because kissing had never been more than a needed formality, a prelude to sex. Once the girl was ready and onboard, he was done with it—too intimate. Now look at him, kissing Christy after the sex. Just for the heck of it…because he wanted to. Because he needed it. He really didn’t know what it was about her that had him in this perpetual state of…idiocy. Probably it was the lack of blood circulation to his brain. Along with critical testosterone poisoning. He just hoped this condition was temporary.”
― Elle Aycart, Heavy Issues

“She snorted. “I doubt it. Waxing hurts.”

“I’d kiss it better afterward, babe. I promise. I’ll rake my teeth over the smooth skin and lick every inch of your sweet pussy all night long until you’re dizzy from coming and beg me to stop. Your folds will be so sensitive the smallest friction will set you off.”
― Elle Aycart, Heavy Issues

“She turned to him. “I don’t take kindly to being called Miss Speedy Pussy, whatever the hell you meant by that.” His eyes narrowed on her, challenging, and she felt her face go up in flames. “Okay, I may know what you meant by that, but it’s totally uncalled for. You caught me off guard. And being called Speedy Pussy is…is…an insult! Like you’re comparing me to a man suffering from premature ejaculation,” she added and pouted.”
― Elle Aycart, Heavy Issues

“What did he think, that he’d wiggle his pinky and she’d be coming all over him? Puhleeze. She was going to teach him that she had a backbone. Like right now. But she could only manage another whimper, and then to add insult to injury, the second he slid two fingers inside her and his thumb brushed over her clit, she began coming—explosively.

As her orgasm receded, she heard his low chuckle. “Okay, Miss Speedy Pussy, this settles the matter of whether or not I do it for you. You got your first orgasm. Tomorrow be ready to deliver my first date.”
― Elle Aycart, Heavy Issues

“Then Penny came with Tate’s lunch. “Moving along, Rose. I need the aisle free and your ass is in my way. And this table is for two, so don’t even think about sitting here. I know you’re going for that Corpse Bride look, but not even you’re skinny enough to fit your bony ass there. Now move it.”
― Elle Aycart, Heavy Issues

“Oh boy, Christy’s been reading steamy romances again, haven’t you?” Holly said, frowning. “Honey, those aren’t real. I wish they were, but they aren’t. That kind of man doesn’t exist. Take my word for it.”

“Holly’s right,” Sophie said. “Reality is frostbite and vacuum-cleaner horror experiences, five-minute lays, unskilled fingers, and other rather unappealing appendages probing all over the place and frustrating the hell out of you. And nasty, expensive divorces, of course.”
― Elle Aycart, Heavy Issues