Long Time Gone Quotes

“You’ll end up with a man whose name starts with E. And he’ll rip through your life like a tornado. Then again, a tornado can handle a volcano.”
― S.E. Jakes, Long Time Gone

“Were we ever that beautiful?”
“You still are,” Roger told him. “Maybe we should make the most of the hurricane.”
“This was definitely foreplay.”
“It’s like Tumblr, the live version.”
Dave chuckled. “True. But I did not see it coming.”
“Maybe hurricanes affect gaydar?”
“How much did you have to drink?”
“Enough to pretend we can still have sex like that.”
― S.E. Jakes, Long Time Gone

“You're doing it wrong."

"Son, I've got a gun to your chest and you're telling me that I'm doing it wrong?"

"Yes"

"How?"

"Closer isn't better." He disarmed her with a swift motion, then offered the weapon back to her. "Further away you are, the less unpredictable I can be."

Della's eyes had opened wide with surprise, but she recovered fast. Took the shotgun back and said, "Okay. Knock again so we can start over.”
― S.E. Jakes, Long Time Gone

“Needing someone this much couldn’t be fucking normal”
― S.E. Jakes, Long Time Gone

“Are we just going to keep having sex so we can avoid talking about what we need to talk about?"

Prophet pulled back and looked between Tom's legs.

"What?"

"Just checking to make sure you still have a dick."

"Same one that fucked you through the wall while you begged for it," Tom pointed out, and Prophet eyes grew heavy lidded with lust again. "You're so easy, Proph."

"For you.”
― S.E. Jakes, Long Time Gone

“You are so fucking good for me and so fucking bad for me at the same time."

"It's not good if you don't have the mix of both.”
― S.E. Jakes, Long Time Gone

“You stole his truck?”
“Borrowed,” Prophet corrected. “Remy thought of it when I took him home.”
“Did you just blame a fifteen-year-old kid for why you stole—”
“—borrowed—”
“—a truck?”
Prophet shrugged. “Little bit.”
― S.E. Jakes, Long Time Gone

“Rules are usually in place because they help the people who made them, more than the people who have to follow them. Same goes for people who have questions they want you to answer. Keep some shit just for you. Gives you an edge”
― S.E. Jakes, Long Time Gone

“Come on, bebe. Let’s play gator.”
― S.E. Jakes, Long Time Gone

“What did he say about me?” Tom demanded.
“You don’t want to know.”
“You’re right.”
“Told you,” Prophet said, looking quite pleased with himself. “Don’t say I never tell you anything.”
― S.E. Jakes, Long Time Gone

“Tom smiled and surrendered to the inevitable. Because you couldn’t escape your fucking past, so why bother trying?”
― S.E. Jakes, Long Time Gone

“His wrists ached. When they stopped hurting, it would mean the storm had definitely arrived, because when the pressure was high, there wasn’t any pain.
Just massive destruction—a typical metaphor for his life.”
― S.E. Jakes, Long Time Gone

“You are an idiot," Tom informed him.
Prophet stared at the duct tape around his wrists. "I have no argument against that at the moment.”
― S.E. Jakes, Long Time Gone

“In the dark, Dave reached for Roger's hand as they watched the shadowed lovemaking. "Were we ever that beautiful?"

"You still are," Roger told him.

"Maybe we should make the most of the hurricane."

"This is definitely foreplay."

"It's like Tumblr, the live version.”
― S.E. Jakes, Long Time Gone

“Bon à rien. Bad loque

Bad luck. Bad news”
― S.E. Jakes, Long Time Gone

“There’s a hell of a lot you haven’t shared.” “Oh, I’m sorry. Be sure to send out invites to the pot-meets-kettle show you’ll be throwing.” “I’m sensing sarcasm. I think being in Cajun country’s given me some of your voodoo.”
― S.E. Jakes, Long Time Gone

“And that goddamned bald guy from The Weather Channel was in New Orleans. Everyone knew that the guy only went to the place that was going to get hit the worst. Like a bald, douche-bag weather angel of death.”
― S.E. Jakes, Long Time Gone

“As their frenzy grew, so did the storm, as if the hurricane built off their furious energy. Prophet would never look at a hurricane the same way again.”
― S.E. Jakes, Long Time Gone

“Want me to roll you?” Tom asked. “Not funny.” But Prophet was rock hard. Tom stalking over to him and crowding him wasn’t helping. “You still have that duct tape?” “Yeah. Why?” “Come on, bebe. Let’s play gator.” Prophet hated the way his body responded yes—eagerly—to that question. “Think you wanna. ’M’I wrong?” Tom’s drawl was thick as hell, went right down Prophet’s spine, as the man’s hand snaked around Prophet’s waist and pushed his own hard cock against Prophet’s cargo pant-clad one. “Yes.”
― S.E. Jakes, Long Time Gone

“Della figured you guys would need something to tide you over before dinner,” he said. “Thanks, Dave.” “Good to have you guys back here safely,” Dave told him, then mouthed, “I like him,” as he pointed toward the bed where Prophet had now deposited himself with his iPad. “Me too,” Tom told him. Dave”
― S.E. Jakes, Long Time Gone

“It was mine, though, T. And no, I never needed an amulet. But I believed in both of you. The bracelet was just a reminder of that.” Tom’s throat tightened. “It worked,” he managed. “You’re a fucking romantic bastard.” Prophet looked oddly pleased with himself, even as he said, “You take that back!” “I won’t tell anyone,” Tom promised. Prophet”
― S.E. Jakes, Long Time Gone

“You’re going to be my first tattoo,” Etienne told him. “Do I have a choice?” “No. Not after that kiss.” Etienne’s”
― S.E. Jakes, Long Time Gone

“Because staying away from me might’ve ensured we’d both be fine, but we weren’t happy. And I’d take happy over safe any day.” “You”
― S.E. Jakes, Long Time Gone

“I think being in Cajun country’s given me some of your voodoo.” “You are an idiot,” Tom informed him. Prophet stared at the duct tape around his wrists. “I have no argument against that at the moment.”
― S.E. Jakes, Long Time Gone

“Or maybe you just have some kind of alligator kink. The water shut off, and Prophet turned his head to see Tom exiting the bathroom naked. Tom stopped short when he noticed Prophet’s stare. He smirked a little and shook his head when Prophet shoved his hands into his pockets in a futile attempt to hide how turned on he was. Looking squarely into Tom’s eyes, Prophet knew what—who—he had a kink for. And the voodoo bastard knew it too. Knew”
― S.E. Jakes, Long Time Gone

“He was hard as hell too, because he couldn’t stop picturing Tommy calmly rolling that gator, like it was nothing. His shirtless chest as he dragged the thing outside and shot it wasn’t a bad image either. It”
― S.E. Jakes, Long Time Gone

“On the way out, Etienne pointed to the tattoo gun and the piercing tools. “If you’ve got time after all this shit’s over. I always did like virgins. Take your pick.” From anyone else, that line would’ve sounded cheesy. From Etienne, it sounded hot. If you were mine, I’d make you pierce it. Tom’s voice, after he’d bit Prophet’s nipple the first time they’d had sex. It tingled every fucking time Prophet thought about those words. He thought about how Tommy had sketched the dreamcatcher on his cast. How he’d fucked Prophet to sleep. How Doc told him Tommy had been upset when the dreamcatcher cast had been cut off. Prophet was in so far over his head. And for someone who knew how to swim, that shouldn’t’ve been nearly as terrifying as it was.”
― S.E. Jakes, Long Time Gone

“Tell him to stop babying me,” Della said to him. Prophet looked at Kari with a smile. “Good luck.”
― S.E. Jakes, Long Time Gone

“Right now, Prophet was all goddamned his, all here and present in the moment, and Tom planned to keep it that way. Quickly,”
― S.E. Jakes, Long Time Gone

“Fucking love making you smile, Proph.” He stroked through the man’s wet hair. “Love the fact that you came here for me. Weren’t ordered to. You just came. For me.” Prophet didn’t deny it. Ran his tongue over his lower lip before biting it, like he was trying to hold something back. He straddled Prophet and tipped the man’s head up with a hand under his chin. “Been waiting for this.” He”
― S.E. Jakes, Long Time Gone