Erin Russell > Quotes

“Every inch of me is screaming that whatever I do in my life, I cannot let him go. Like as soon as I do, all the broken pieces of him will fly apart.”
― Erin Russell, Stupid Dirty

“My dude, you had your dick in my ass, and then you blew your load in my ass, and then you stared at your cum dripping out of my ass, said it was beautiful and finger-fucked me until I cried. This was like eight hours ago, Silas. I realize that a lot of shit has changed for us in a very short space of time, but I think you should be able to say the word ‘condom’ in front of me.”
― Erin Russell, Stupid Dirty

“You want me to fuck you? To be inside you and fucking own you? Because I thought you were mine before, Cade, but this-” My voice is a dry rasp. I push my fingers back into him, making him gasp. “This is something else. This isn’t something I can forget about.” “Do it.” He sounds so sure. “Fuck me. Own me. You already do, I just didn’t realize it.”
― Erin Russell, Stupid Dirty

“Silas doesn’t kiss like someone who hasn’t had a lot of sex. Silas kisses like someone who fucks.”
― Erin Russell, Stupid Dirty

“He’s staring at me, and his big Bambi eyes are so wide and serious I can’t look away. It’s like a wall in my mind comes crashing down, and I remember exactly what it feels like to have someone in the world give a shit whether you live or die. Not because of what they need you for, but because they care about you.”
― Erin Russell, Savage

“This isn’t a kiss. This is my mouth getting fucked by his tongue, and I have absolutely no desire to stop it.”
― Erin Russell, 68 Whiskey

“I wasn’t planning on Tristan crashing through the walls of my carefully constructed defenses like the Kool-Aid man. He’s mouthy and bratty and mutters filth in my ear like a porn star, and you can only have that throw itself at you so many times before you give in.”
― Erin Russell, 68 Whiskey

“enough to fall into his face and curl into his eyes. Nothing feels right. Nothing feels real. I reach out for him on instinct, and he frowns, but leans down and tangles his hand in mine. Exactly how we used to in the closet.”
― Erin Russell, Savage

“I’ve found that people will let you get away with a lot of shit when you’re doe-eyed and boyish. Hooray for twink privilege.”
― Erin Russell, Savage

“This is about Tadhg finally letting himself go, even if it’s just for a second. And if I have any say in what happens next, it won’t be the end of it. This is just the fucking beginning.”
― Erin Russell, Savage

“I’ve never been more aware of how collectively broken the two of us are until this moment.”
― Erin Russell, 68 Whiskey

“If I could hollow out the space inside my ribs and place him there for safekeeping, I would.”
― Erin Russell, Stupid Dirty

“Platonic intimacy is wildly underrated. Anyone who says otherwise can’t separate women from sex dolls and men from threats to their masculinity. Which is ridiculous. Affectionate physical touch, without expecting anything in return, does everyone a world of good.”
― Erin Russell, Stupid Dirty

“It unleashes a feral hunger in my chest. The kind that says maybe this man is mine, whether either of us is ready to accept it or not.”
― Erin Russell, 68 Whiskey

“I hesitate. Just for a second, because we really should talk about this. I’ve looked at him as a brother all my life, even though we’re not actually related, by blood or the law. He was my protector. And now I have my tongue down his throat.”
― Erin Russell, Savage

“You’re lucky to be alive, you great big buffoon of a man. Do you have any idea how scared I was? Your scumbag father darkens my doorstep after all these years, only to put me in charge of saving you from whatever disaster he got you into. I swear to god, Tadhg, if you crawl back into my life now only to die on me, I will never forgive you. I will fucking hara-kiri myself and follow you to the afterlife so I can scold you forever. Do you understand?”
― Erin Russell, Savage

“We’re supposed to be a shit-show together.”
― Erin Russell, 68 Whiskey

“I know better than anyone that the worst day of your life is never something you see coming.”
― Erin Russell, 68 Whiskey

“I’m hit by my own wave of emotion. It’s incredible how much I’ve missed him, even after all these years. But there’s no time for that right now, so I pack it away along with all my other feelings.”
― Erin Russell, Savage

“I wouldn’t want you to be anything other than yourself.”
― Erin Russell, Savage

“Are you sure it doesn’t bother you?” He shakes his head. “You talk to me in all the ways that matter. And I talk enough for the both of us. That’s balance, or something. Right? I’ll fill all your brooding silences for as long as you’ll let me.”
― Erin Russell, 68 Whiskey

“He looks so fucking sincere I might throw up. Eighteen protective layers of my various personas have been scraped back without me even noticing, and Ford is staring straight at my soul.”
― Erin Russell, 68 Whiskey

“Affectionate physical touch, without expecting anything in return, does everyone a world of good.”
― Erin Russell, Stupid Dirty

“Only this time it’s different. I didn’t just fix a person; I fixed my person.”
― Erin Russell, 68 Whiskey

“To hell with boy scouts. Nurses are the ones who are always fucking prepared.”
― Erin Russell, 68 Whiskey

“And best… or worst… of all, his face is hovering right over mine. His bright, icy eyes are staring at me, like he’s looking for something. I’m looking back, and I know we’re saying something to each other without saying it right now. I’m just not sure what it is.”
― Erin Russell, 68 Whiskey

“I shrug. “He had a bleeder. I got it eventually. Scared the shit out of the kid, though.” I snort, looking around for my partner and finding him leaning against a wall, taking deep breaths and looking a little green around the gills.”
― Erin Russell, 68 Whiskey

“I can’t lose you either. I’ll do anything to protect you. Please, just let me protect you. I love you so much, Cujo. All of you: scars, paranoia, talking or not talking, the whole package. I’ll kill anyone to keep you safe.”
― Erin Russell, 68 Whiskey

“Micah should come, right? He should get to come, too. He’s hard. He deserves it, after everything he does to take care of me, all the way up to coaxing said orgasm out of me with whispered filthy but loving words and electric touches. By letting me hump his hip like a desperate animal until I spilled myself all over my little brother. No, not brother. Stepbrother. Former stepbrother. Fuck. I don’t even know how to think of him anymore. Mine. My Bambi.”
― Erin Russell, Savage

“I don’t know what to say. I just need him to understand that it doesn’t matter if he thinks he’s worthless right now, I’ll care enough about him for the both of us.”
― Erin Russell, Savage