Ride Quotes

“She’s still the thing that frightens me most in the world. I guess that’s what the real thing does to you . You know how much it means to you, and you never want to lose it.”
― Harper Dallas, Ride

“Chase grunts at that, shoving himself up and away. For a moment he looks down at me, flushed and open mouthed. “Suck me.” It’s a demand. “I want to feel your tongue on my cock.” He isn’t gentle. Once I take him in my mouth he twists his fingers in my hair, the hold burning as I tilt my face to see the drop of his head, his eyes closed, his mouth parted to an O. “Fuck.” He shudders, the word hardly a shaping of his heavy breath. “Like that.” He feels so good in my mouth. Hot and hard, too much for me to take into my throat without gagging a little over his length. That makes him grunt, the hard planes of his belly tensing. I can feel his twitching indecision in the movements of his fingers through my hair, torn between the need to hold me close and the need to be inside another part of me. He doesn’t stay indecisive for long. “You want me to fuck you?” His voice is ragged. Yes, yes. I try to tell him with the sweep of my tongue and the hollow of my cheeks, the enthusiastic bob of my head. When Chase grabs me he’s rough. His hands hold tight at my shoulders as he shoves me over, face down on the bed. One fist tugs my hip up as the other braces low over my spine. “Wait,” is a rasped order. I can feel the mattress move as he leans to the bedside drawer, and then there’s the ripping sound of a foil packet torn on his teeth. There’s no warning after that. Only his cock, buried inside of me in one savage thrust. I cry out his name, and everything splinters with too much and yes and the good-ache pain of being opened by him. “Brooke.” It’s grunted at my ear as Chase begins a slow, solid pound into me, each thrust shoving to full sink. It hurts a little. He’s too big. It’s too quick. But god, it’s amazing. “Your pussy feels so good wrapped around my cock. So fucking good.” His fingers find my clit, and it’s all I can do not to cry out with how good it feels. His hips slam against my raised ass as he pounds into me, all that muscle riding me as expertly as he rode the mountains today. “Come.” He bites it at my ear, grinding his cock into me, holding the deepest penetration all the way into my aching core. “Come for me.” He’s starting to pound me again, and where my face is smashed against the pillow I whimper out the too-much-good of it, each slam of his body into mine forcing the breath from my lungs and spiking pleasure along my spine. “Please—please—please—” “Beg me,” Chase growls. “Say you want me. Say you need me inside of you.” “Please. Make me come. Chase. Please. Fuck me.” It’s so much I’m almost sobbing with it. Chase pounds on, relentless, until as I begin to spasm with my orgasm he grunts out his own. My hips pinned in his fingers. His body slammed into mine. Both of us, breaking apart together.”
― Harper Dallas, Ride

“Sometimes it takes years for us to change. We build defenses around ourselves, putting brick after brick in a wall around our hearts. We weave a web of lies that hides who we really are. It takes time to create that armor. But when we meet the right person—the one who makes us realize what we’re missing, and what we need—we can change so much faster. The walls that took years to build come tumbling down in months.”
― Harper Dallas, Ride

“Everything worthwhile has risks. We have to open ourselves up to hurt to do anything worth doing.”
― Harper Dallas, Ride

“Sometimes we’re perfect. When we do the things we’re meant to do. When we show who we really are.”
― Harper Dallas, Ride

“Every time someone’s dick goes inside of you,” Hanne says wisely, “the chance of you falling for them gets closer to one hundred percent.”
― Harper Dallas, Ride

“What’s the point of being so sad about good things ending if you don’t enjoy them while they last?”
― Harper Dallas, Ride

“It’s a privilege to watch them, and it takes my breath away—but none of them ride like Chase. It’s all I can do not to keep the footage tight on him. They’re all gifted boarders, but Chase is something else. His body moves graceful as water from grinds to jumps, fluid force in each expert twist. He gets air with more force than the rest of them put together, launching like a bullet, all that destructive potential becoming like music in the air. Weightless.”
― Harper Dallas, Ride

“The distance between my past and my present opens up under my feet, the vertigo making my head spin.”
― Harper Dallas, Ride

“Night is the time for secrets shared.”
― Harper Dallas, Ride

“That’s when I knew you were my kind of crazy.”
― Harper Dallas, Ride

“Only feeling my heart break makes me realize I’ve given it away.”
― Harper Dallas, Ride

“The tears taste like iron on my tongue.”
― Harper Dallas, Ride

“Do we leave echoes, where we’ve been?”
― Harper Dallas, Ride

“I guess this is what shame feels like. The ache in my chest and the burn in my throat. The shimmering over my eyes.”
― Harper Dallas, Ride

“I thought he’d come. You know? I really thought he would. Despite everything.” Hanne brings up one of her bitten-nail hands to rub over her face. There’s a long pause before she finally turns her eyes to mine. “He got you into the heli. Do you remember?” I shake my head. For a moment Hanne’s teeth worry at the edge of her lip. Once she stops her mouth tugs to the side, her eyes dropping to her lap where she picks at the label on her beer. “He went crazy. I’ve never heard someone screaming someone’s name like that. Your name.” It all tangles in my chest and curdles in my belly, a sickening roll that has nothing to do with the beer that I’ve drunk. Chase, the man who didn’t come to me when I was lying in a hospital bed. “He had to clear the snow from your mouth. JJ was screaming and screaming. And Chase was just holding you, and … He wouldn’t even let me touch you. I thought he was going to punch the heli pilot, when he took you away.”
― Harper Dallas, Ride

“It’s one thing to love and lose. But to have never had that? To never have really loved someone, and been loved back?” He sighs. “That’s no way to live a life. So afraid of bad things happening to you that you never let anything happen to you at all.”
― Harper Dallas, Ride

“It’s not sweet tender kisses. It’s honest enough to burn.”
― Harper Dallas, Ride

“I know I can be closed off. I know I can be cold. I know about my emotional Kevlar. But under all of it, there’s always been the little girl wondering when her dad will want her.”
― Harper Dallas, Ride

“You made me want to be the kind of man who would deserve you.”
― Harper Dallas, Ride

“I think of how big a love this must have been, to leave so much pain behind it.”
― Harper Dallas, Ride

“We always think anger is hot. But when it’s real—when it’s true—it’s cold.”
― Harper Dallas, Ride

“When you ride, you learn that nerves don’t mean you shouldn’t do something. They just mean that it’s important.”
― Harper Dallas, Ride

“In the night his confidences unfold, secret flowers blooming in the darkness.”
― Harper Dallas, Ride

“It’s like one missed note in the most perfect piece of music. The magic isn’t entirely gone, but there’s something discordant in it. Something wrong.”
― Harper Dallas, Ride

“It’s the most beautiful day I can imagine. The sky is perfectly blue, the winds that threatened the heli not visible to the naked eye. The mountains stretch endless around us. We’re more or less below the tree line, down by the drainage basin for one of the area’s sparkling-clear rivers. Snow-shrouded pines cluster in snowy bowls and are scattered sparser over the slopes. The powder is waist deep after the last few days’ snowfall, soft as down and white as confetti.”
― Harper Dallas, Ride

“I love you, Brooke. The only thing that frightens me more than the idea of losing you is never having you at all.”
― Harper Dallas, Ride