Lovers Quotes

“Jackson. Wait.” He didn’t turn to face me when I finally reached him. Staring at his back, I scrambled for something to say. Why hadn’t I thought this through? In the end, watching him not even turn to face me, anger won out. “What the fuck, Jackson?” “Go back to your fiancée.” With a growl, I gripped his shoulder, forcing him to turn and then shoving him back into the wall. His eyes looked like they were holding back their own storm, daring me to push one more time. I was about to push a whole lot harder if it meant getting something out of him. “Talk to me.” I wanted it to be a command, but it came out as more of a plea. He took a deep breath, closing his eyes. When he opened them, I almost stepped back from how angry they were. “What do you want me to say? You’re not gay,” he sneered, beginning to back me up with each word. “You would never. Which I found pretty damn shocking since you loved being deep inside me, spilling your cum. Fucking me—a man—like a desperate fucking freight train.” He threw my words I’d stupidly sputtered to his brother back in my face. “I’m sorry,” I whispered. “Fuck you,” Jackson growled before bumping my shoulder to walk past me. Digging my hands in my hair, frustration rose inside me, pulling me under, drowning me. I was losing control and I couldn’t breathe because of it. “I’M SORRY, OKAY?” I shouted. “I fucked up. I panicked. This is all
new to me—liking a guy. Fooling around with you when I’m engaged. I can’t just talk about it. I fucking panicked and I’m sorry. So fucking sorry.” He let my apology linger, and I held my breath waiting. “Okay.” Okay? Okay? Was he fucking kidding me? I spilled my guts and it was okay? “No. It’s not fucking okay. This isn’t okay.” A fiery burn built behind my eyes, stinging my nose, but I wasn’t going to stop because he finally turned back to me. “I miss you. You won’t touch me, or kiss me, or sit with me, or hold me. Nothing. And I fucking miss you.” I choked on the last few words praying he wouldn’t turn away. It was the most honest I’d been with him—with myself—about my feelings for him. My heart thundered, and hands trembled from how nervous I was. Nervous that the words felt so right coming from my lips. Nervous about what it really meant, that I left Carina behind, so I could chase Jackson down and plead with him to not leave me. “Can we please go back? Can you please forgive me?” It wasn’t just about sex and exploring. Right there in the stairwell, getting lost in him, begging him to stay and care, it hit me. I was falling in love with him. With a man. I was falling in love with Jackson. While my fiancée sat upstairs, I realized I was falling in love with my best friend.”
― Fiona Cole, Lovers

“Jackson Fields,” I began, my voice trembling. “You have been the best thing in my life that I never saw coming. I fought you, scared of what it all meant. But you’ve held me through it all. You’ve never doubted who I was even when I doubted what kind of man I was anymore. You’re smart, caring, hardworking, and a million other things. You’re everything I never knew I wanted. You’re my home, my future, my love.”
― Fiona Cole, Lovers

“Hey, does my dick still work? Because I can’t lose that again. Otherwise pull the plug now.”
― Fiona Cole, Lovers

“It’s okay that you liked it. It’s okay that you only imagine that with me and no other man.” I laughed. “I mean, I prefer that. But don’t let it be so black and white. Just because I can make you come harder than anyone else by burying my thick cock in your tight ass, doesn’t mean you want to fuck other guys. Frankly, it’s doing great things for my ego that I’m the only man who turns you on.”
― Fiona Cole, Lovers

“Lay on your back. I want to watch you as I pop your cherry.”
― Fiona Cole, Lovers

“Jake Wellington loved me. My best friend loved me. My best friend was smiling at me and telling me he loved me.”
― Fiona Cole, Lovers

“I’m in love with Jackson.” My eyes softened, and my chest loosened enough to take a full inhale. My skin prickled in excitement and my lips twitched with a smile. “I’m in love with Jackson,” I said again. “I’m in love with Jackson.” I wanted to say it again and again. The statement wrapped around me like the perfect t-shirt you kept until it fell apart.”
― Fiona Cole, Lovers

“Be first. Two words that I would keep with me in everything. I deserved to be first.”
― Fiona Cole, Lovers

“Every time I look at you, I crave you. I have to hold myself back from claiming you. And I don’t even get it. I. Don’t. Get. It.” The words vibrated from deep inside him, and he winced like it pained him every time he tried to figure it out. “How can I never be attracted to another man and all of sudden, you show up and I just…I just can’t control my body—my heart.”
― Fiona Cole, Lovers

“I’m not telling you this to make you choose between him and Carina. I just don’t want you to doubt how he feels. I definitely don’t want to see him get hurt, but if he’s the one for you, then choose him. Be sure you’re ready to be with a man. Don’t let a word define who you are. You can love anyone, and loving Jackson doesn’t make you one way or another. It doesn’t mean you have to be attracted to other men just because you’re attracted to him.”
― Fiona Cole, Lovers

“Listen, beautiful. I can be the man that takes you home and finds ways to make you forget who hurt you. I can make you like it. But I’m not sure that’s what you want. And I’m not the man to cause regrets.” He pressed another soft kiss and I returned it. “But if I’m wrong, then just tell me. I’ll pay for those shots and fuck you before we even make it upstairs. Probably finger you in the cab on the way home.”
― Fiona Cole, Lovers

“You’re both so masculine—so hard. It’s the most arousing thing I’ve seen to watch you two kiss each other.”
― Fiona Cole, Lovers

“Chicken Cacciatore.” “Can’t say I’ve ever had it.” She gasped and turned to face me. “Never?” “Nope. You’ll be popping my cherry.” She smiled a wicked smile and turned back to her task. “Well, you’re in for a treat. I make a mean Chicken Cacciatore, and I won’t take it easy just because it’s your first time.”
― Fiona Cole, Lovers

“I think sex is sex and experimenting with someone else, living a little out of your comfort zone and enjoying it, doesn’t all of a sudden change who you are.”
― Fiona Cole, Lovers

“I don’t think you could ever overstay your welcome. After last night you’re welcome whenever you want.”
― Fiona Cole, Lovers

“I loved the tender touch of a woman when I ate her out, but there was something about a man's rough grip that took what he wanted and was almost angry with his movements that had my balls tingling with the need to come. It sparked my caveman instincts to fight back and win.”
― Fiona Cole, Lovers

“Jackson, yes." My name on his lips had my cock aching. I wanted to wrap myself around him and hump his leg like a dog in heat, ready to cum any way I could.”
― Fiona Cole, Lovers

“Do it," he said when I hesitated. Carina looked so small sandwiched between our large bodies, her head fully tipped back against Jake's shoulder so she could present her full lips to me. My blood thumped, chanting to go, attack, take. But this was our first kiss, the first time I would taste her. This was the beginning of something big. Something that felt like it could be more than just a night. The back and forth leading to this moment made the free-fall into acceptance all the more intoxicating. I needed to cherish it.”
― Fiona Cole, Lovers

“Try not to fall in love with me," I said, repeating the words from all those years ago.”
― Fiona Cole, Lovers

“He gestured to the bed and we crammed our large bodies on the twin size mattress, laughing at how tight a fit it was. But I'd turned to my side and Jackson slid behind me, wrapping me tightly in his embrace. It felt like coming home. Better than I'd ever felt with anyone else's arms around me.”
― Fiona Cole, Lovers

“Jackson, my best friend, was hard for me. It should have scared the fuck out of me, but when his tongue tangled with mine and his moan vibrated against my lips, I couldn't remember why.”
― Fiona Cole, Lovers

“The only big difference was that while I loved women, Jackson loved everyone. He was bisexual and didn't care who knew. Not that anyone we hung out with cared. Jackson was a breath of fresh air and he just…got me. "Awwww," Jackson said. "He's afraid he's going to kiss me and fall in love. Can't say I blame him.”
― Fiona Cole, Lovers

“If you don't mind me asking, why the name Voy?" Carina asked. A wistful smile crossed Daniel's lips. "I knew a Spanish woman once. She always wanted to go places, and before she passed, she told me to go for her. Voy means ‘I go’ in Spanish." He shrugged. "Just paying homage to a woman who gave me something when I needed it.”
― Fiona Cole, Lovers