Cask Strength Quotes

“How am I supposed to tell the difference when a week ago you were dating Nic, Casey, Scott, me and God knows who else?” “That wasn’t reality either. That was me running scared.” Aidan”
― Layla Reyne, Cask Strength

“Jamie grabbed his wrist and slammed it back against the wall. “Hypocritical much?” he said, voice and body vibrating with anger. “I didn’t...” Aidan swallowed around the lump in his throat. “Since Gabe, it’s only been you. The others...”
― Layla Reyne, Cask Strength

“Don’t fuck him.” He had no right to ask yet he couldn’t stop from making the hopeless, helpless plea. “Don’t fuck him, and don’t let him fuck you.” “What?”
― Layla Reyne, Cask Strength

“Fuck. He was gone. So far gone. Past casual, past a crush, past simple attraction. This was Aidan, sans disguises, and Jamie wanted him more than he’d ever wanted anything. “Is”
― Layla Reyne, Cask Strength

“Because standing in front of him was his stylishly dressed partner, a messenger bag over one shoulder, a coat tossed over the other, and silver-rimmed aviators nestled in waves of auburn hair. More times than he could count, Jamie had imagined Aidan with his natural hair color, and damn if the reality didn’t surpass each and every one of his fantasies. Mouth”
― Layla Reyne, Cask Strength

“If I’m your home, you’re mine too.”
― Layla Reyne, Cask Strength

“He could do this. He could find his partner and bring him home. Not could. Would. His heart and world depended on it.”
― Layla Reyne, Cask Strength

“He hadn’t been so well worked over since Galveston. Judging by the muted morning light outside, they had just enough time to do it again before the real world intruded, if only he could find his wayward bedmate.”
― Layla Reyne, Cask Strength

“Hearing the words, in that sex-roughened Southern drawl, sent another wave of desire crashing through Aidan. “Make love to me, Whiskey.” And”
― Layla Reyne, Cask Strength

“When Aidan looked into his eyes, all the blue was gone, his pupils blown wide. “I love you too.” Hearing”
― Layla Reyne, Cask Strength

“Talk to me, Irish,” Jamie said, lips against his shoulder, body draping his. “I love you,” Aidan gasped out and Jamie froze. He hesitated only a moment before repeating, “I love you.” Winding”
― Layla Reyne, Cask Strength

“Jamie draped himself over his back and whispered in his ear. “You’re gorgeous like this, Irish. Skin so red I can barely see the freckles. A sheen of sweat coating you. I can smell you too, leaking from your cock.” And fuck if he wasn’t painfully hard and pearling moisture too. Jamie rubbed against his backside. “And I can smell me on you. I can smell us.” He bit the back of his shoulder and smoothed over it with his tongue. “Need”
― Layla Reyne, Cask Strength

“Levering up, he stole another kiss and trailed his open mouth across Jamie’s cheek to his ear. “I need you.” Jamie”
― Layla Reyne, Cask Strength

“Fuck, he was gorgeous, stretched out and flushed beneath him.”
― Layla Reyne, Cask Strength

“You’re sacrificing your happiness for a man past his prime who comes with a hell of a lot of baggage.” Jamie”
― Layla Reyne, Cask Strength

“He crushed his lips against Jamie’s and set about finishing what they’d started last night. He’d leave no doubt who he wanted, in his life, his bed and his heart. Lips”
― Layla Reyne, Cask Strength

“Hypocritical much?” he said, voice and body vibrating with anger. “I didn’t...” Aidan swallowed around the lump in his throat. “Since Gabe, it’s only been you. The others... I didn’t.” Jamie”
― Layla Reyne, Cask Strength

“I wasn’t expecting this.” His eyes raked over Aidan again, taking it all in. Dressed in jeans and a navy V-neck sweater, the dark blues set off his pale skin, the freckles, his autumn eyes, that hair... “Fuck,” he muttered out loud. Aidan”
― Layla Reyne, Cask Strength

“I could have lost you today. My partner, my lover. Someone tried to kill you. Again. So yes, baby, for two seconds I lost focus because I care about you.” “You agreed—” “I’m changing the terms.” Walker’s gaze shone with love and determination. “I’m done fucking sharing. I want all the time I can get with you. Today just proved how short that could be.” Aidan”
― Layla Reyne, Cask Strength

“Relief, life, need, love. Terrifying love. Wrenching”
― Layla Reyne, Cask Strength