Cry About It Quotes

“Marry Me, Jo. “Vaughan—”
― Maggie C. Gates, Cry About It

“Stop it, Jo,” he whispered, cradling my jaw in both hands. “Just stop it, okay?” His thumbs brushed away my tears, kissing the path of salt and shine. “Stop wondering what’ll happen if it doesn’t work. I wonder what it would be like if you just chose happiness.”
― Maggie C. Gates, Cry About It

“I can’t breathe when I’m not with you. I need you more than I can explain, and I want you more than I can fathom.”
― Maggie C. Gates, Cry About It

“I love you, Jo,” he whispered against my mouth.”
― Maggie C. Gates, Cry About It

“You asked if I had a red room. Not if I had toys.”
― Maggie C. Gates, Cry About It

“Then be my good little slut and lay on your back and spread your legs.”
― Maggie C. Gates, Cry About It

“Fuck—you smell so good. I can’t wait to bury my face between your thighs and eat your cunt.”
― Maggie C. Gates, Cry About It

“You’re going to put that mouth of yours to better use than sassing me. And then I’m going to walk you inside, still dripping with need. You’re going to take my dick in your mouth right now because when we get inside, you will be coming so much that your pleasure will feel like a punishment. Do you understand, kitten?”
― Maggie C. Gates, Cry About It

“His hand shot out and he grabbed me by the throat. “Look at me.”
― Maggie C. Gates, Cry About It

“Don’t you dare apologize to me, Joelle Reed. Not for anything before this and not for anything after. I want you exactly as you are. Loud and obnoxious and infuriating and unashamed.”
― Maggie C. Gates, Cry About It

“I will burn down the fucking world to protect what’s mine.”
― Maggie C. Gates, Cry About It

“Tornadoes don’t bother themselves with the opinions of breezes.” I smiled. “Did you just call Vaughan a breeze?” She chuckled. “Oh no, dear. He’s no breeze.” After thinking for a moment, she closed her magazine and said, “Vaughan is the lunatic, standing in the middle of the storm with a smile plastered on his face, ready to take it head-on. He’s not afraid. You shouldn’t be either.”
― Maggie C. Gates, Cry About It

“My face had been chemically peeled off.”
― Maggie C. Gates, Cry About It

“Lucifer: Don’t overthink this. Just enjoy it, kitten. You work hard. It’s okay to accept good things when they come your way. Let me spoil you.”
― Maggie C. Gates, Cry About It

“Start talking, Little Lucifer.”
― Maggie C. Gates, Cry About It

“Trust me,” he said with a chuckle. “You’re not delicate like a butterfly. You’re delicate like a landmine.”
― Maggie C. Gates, Cry About It

“I shit you not, Ursula.”
― Maggie C. Gates, Cry About It

“Yep, that’s me—snuggling with the human twat waffle. You’re probably wondering how I got here.”
― Maggie C. Gates, Cry About It

“I suppose I’m woman enough to admit that maybe you’re not the human hemorrhoid I thought you were.”
― Maggie C. Gates, Cry About It

“I set the bottle on her book stack and unbuckled my belt but left it hanging in the loops for just the right time. I wanted to whip her ass for all the shit she had done to me, but I wanted to really show her who was boss first.”
― Maggie C. Gates, Cry About It

“When I had watched her bull ride, she wasn’t doing it for fun. She was exorcising demons.”
― Maggie C. Gates, Cry About It

“You can get off on them looking, but I’m the only one who makes you come. Understood”
― Maggie C. Gates, Cry About It

“No—that brat would stomp through the gates of Hell, flip off the devil, and complain about it being too chilly.”
― Maggie C. Gates, Cry About It

“I’d get her a headstone in the shape of a middle finger. Here lies the body of a complete cunt.”
― Maggie C. Gates, Cry About It

“Good thing Joelle Reed wasn’t a woman. That gremlin was pure evil.”
― Maggie C. Gates, Cry About It

“I wouldn’t dare lay lands on a woman, much less my baby sister.”
― Maggie C. Gates, Cry About It

“Not my fault you were walking in the middle of the road!” I shouted. Vaughan straightened, brown eyes searing me like a laser. “I was on the side of the road, you jackass!” “Well, call an optometrist because you’re blind as a motherfucking bat if you think you were on the side of the road!” “You swerved!” he yelled.”
― Maggie C. Gates, Cry About It

“Did you just hit me with your truck?”
― Maggie C. Gates, Cry About It

“I wasn’t everyone’s cup of tea. Hell, I wasn’t even everyone’s shot of tequila. I was more like a ghost pepper that frat boys were dared to taste and stupid enough to try.”
― Maggie C. Gates, Cry About It

“What I wouldn’t give to punch his nose clean off his face.”
― Maggie C. Gates, Cry About It