Chasing Forever Quotes

“Hell, Lottie Owens, I’ve wanted you my entire life. You were the last one to figure it out.”
“Figure what out?” He cages my head between his hands.
“That I was the man for you.”
“So very true.” I place my hand on his cheek.
“Thanks for waiting for me to catch up.”
“I’ve been chasing forever with you for a long time.”
― Piper Rayne, Chasing Forever

“Lottie, I swear to God, tell me what happened.” His voice cracks. And that sound, more than anything else, nearly makes me fall apart. He steps in front of me, bending to look into my eyes, but I squeeze my eyes shut and shake my head. “It doesn’t matter.” “Yes, it does. You’re letting other people ruin this. Ruin us.” He places his hands on my shoulders. “I love you. I can fix this.” I open my eyes and lift my gaze to his. “That’s the problem. You can’t fix me. You’re in love with a version of me who doesn’t exist. I can’t give you the life you want.” He stands in front of me, and I touch his chest. My hand rises and falls with his deep breaths. “Go home, Brooks. I’ll handle things here.” I step around him and head back toward the hospital entrance. “I can’t believe you’re just letting them win,” he shouts into the night air. But I don’t turn around because if I do, I’ll run right into his arms. And I’m not sure I’d ever be able to let go.”
― Piper Rayne, Chasing Forever

“She gives me the look. The one that says to stop being so dramatic and tell her what’s bothering me. “I’m done being the fix-it case,” I say. Which has nothing to do with Mrs. Watson and her pretty much telling me that Brooks looked for the most broken girl to put back together, and I was the winner—as if I’m a charity project. It’s the way everyone sees me since Holden left me at the altar. The scorned girl. The broken one. I’m exhausted from everyone looking at me as if I’ll never be whole again. “You’re not a fix-it case.” Poppy grabs my arm.”
― Piper Rayne, Chasing Forever

“You better hurry. Scarlett and Poppy are giving Brooks the third degree about his intentions with you.” Romy laughs and scurries down the stairs. I finish putting on my boots and grab my lip gloss, sliding it across my lips before heading down the stairs. I’m within earshot when I hear Brooks say, “My intention is to fuck her against my wall tonight. And then take her on the kitchen table. After that, I plan on spreading her on my bed and feasting on her⁠—” “Jesus, Brooks!” Poppy shouts. “This was all fun and games until you ruined it.” “You asked. I’m just being truthful.”
― Piper Rayne, Chasing Forever

“But I don’t want to hear her list all the reasons she doesn’t think this can work. So I lean in and finally take her mouth. Not gently or cautiously, but the way I’ve been dying to do for years. There’s nothing else I want from her in this moment. No more words, no more confessions. I’ll handle all that later. Whatever’s shattered in her, I’ll put it back together piece by piece. I’ll stitch her heart back together so tightly, she’ll never know it was broken. Her arms wind around my neck, and the second my tongue brushes her lips, she opens for me. Somewhere around us, the beer bottles clink and fall with a plunk into the lake. Mack groans as he shifts away. But I barely register it. All I know is the way she clutches me tighter, heat radiating off her as I lift her, mouth never leaving hers, and settle her onto my lap. She straddles me, her fingers raking through my hair, pushing my hat somewhere behind us. I groan against her mouth when she drags her nails against my scalp, sweet and a tad possessive.”
― Piper Rayne, Chasing Forever

“As of right now, you’re my wife, Lottie Owens. So don’t stand here and pretend you don’t replay that morning just as I do. I saw the way your breath caught when I touched you. The way your skin shivered under my lips. My hands memorized every inch of your body, every curve…” She inhales sharply because her body remembers too. “You know how it felt when I pressed into you—when my hips locked between your thighs, my cock hard and aching, seconds from sliding inside you. Hell, I’m getting hard just remembering how soaked you were for me. So don’t stand here and lie to me and to yourself—you were ready to let me ruin you.” Her hands flatten on my chest, right over the stitched label that reads Watson. But she doesn’t push me away. Her eyes glaze, her lips part, and for one second, I swear she’s with me. Remembering. Wanting. Needing. But just as fast, the heat drains from her face, shutting me out. “That might be your beat-off material, but my vibrator does a better job than any man can.” I laugh low in my throat, stepping into her until there’s barely any space between us. She doesn’t tell me to back off. So I lower my head and drag my nose along her jaw, slow and deliberate, breathing her in as if I’m starving, and she’s the only thing on the menu. “That little toy might hum a sweet tune, but it doesn’t know that though you put on a good show of being little Miss Independent, what you really want is a man to tell you what to do when he takes you to bed. Don’t worry—I will.” I draw back, and yep—her face is flushed as though she just walked through Arizona in the summertime in a down winter coat.”
― Piper Rayne, Chasing Forever

“She’s your cousin,” I say instead, deflecting the conversation away from my feelings. “Yeah, and I’m pissed at myself. I was an asshole for years, never coming home. I shouldn’t be saying that Lottie can’t find her way back when I managed to. It’s just… don’t take this the wrong way, but I fucking hate your brother and what he did to her.” “Shit, man, I get it. I’m related to the asshole.” My chest feels tight. I’ve always felt more at home with Ben and his extended family than I did with my own. I refrain from mentioning the fight I had with Holden that day or the way I barely tolerate him when he shows his face back home. I’ll never forgive him for stealing the light from the girl I love. He stole her magic. He stole her belief in true love and soulmates. Most of all, he stole her trust—the idea that a man would stand beside her, shoulder the weight of her burdens with her so they weren’t so heavy for her to carry. I want her to have that back. Preferably with me.”
― Piper Rayne, Chasing Forever

“Lottie’s shoulders fall, and she eyes me as if she’d like nothing more than to see me put in a meat grinder—with her hand on the crank. “Cute.” “We need to talk.” I’m not avoiding the issue. I’ve waited all day, and I’m not going to stay in the back seat any longer. “Not here.” Her gaze skirts around the room at all the wandering eyes and eavesdropping ears. “Then you’re riding with me to the airport.” I grab the back of a chair and pull it out for her. “Have a seat.” She scoffs. “Um. No.” “Would you rather me announce to everyone that we’re newlyweds?” “I didn’t think blackmail was your style.” She crosses her arms. She doesn’t know how much I love it when she’s stubborn and ferocious. “All I want is to talk to you.” She steps up close, her gaze darting around the room, measuring threats, calculating escape, as she always does. A repercussion of my brother screwing her over. “We will talk, but give me until we get to Willowbrook. Then I’ll meet you wherever you want, and we can make our plans for the annulment.”
― Piper Rayne, Chasing Forever

“Lottie cracked open a door last night—and I’m not letting her slam it shut without a fight. I’ve tried the long game—coffees at her store, bad jokes, flirting, praying she’d look at me the way I looked at her. Not anymore. I’m done waiting. I’m done hoping. This time, I’m showing her I’m the man she’s been looking for—whether she knows it yet or not. Whether she likes it or not. Ben saying she’s never going to be the same? Bullshit. And yeah, it makes me want to punch something. Him actually. But causing a scene won’t win Lottie’s heart either. The circular doors spin again, and this time—it’s her. Romy’s beside her, but it’s Lottie I see. Only ever her.”
― Piper Rayne, Chasing Forever

“That little toy might hum a sweet tune, but it doesn’t know that though you put on a good show of being little Miss Independent, what you really want is a man to tell you what to do when he takes you to bed. Don’t worry—I will.”
― Piper Rayne, Chasing Forever