S. Doyle > Quotes

“This felt like that. Hollow and painful on the inside. So bad that you wanted to cut yourself and watch the blood spill out so there would be a visible representation of what you were feeling.”
― S. Doyle, The Wife

“Did you get me what I asked for?” “You asked for a vibrator. No, I did not get you what you asked for.” “The gift of pleasure, Jake. You shouldn’t mock it.”
― S. Doyle, The Wife

“That’s why you’ve been walking around all summer in your skimpy bikini, swishing your ass and showing off your tits. Good job with this one. You actually got me hard.”
― S. Doyle, Don't Love Me

“ysou”
― S. Doyle, The Bodyguard

“His woman, safe in his arms. He’d never had this before. Sex had mostly been a one-time event with any given partner. Even in high school, before he’d joined the military, he’d preferred recreational hook-ups as opposed to the clinginess of a girlfriend.”
― S. Doyle, Lovers to Enemies

“She would huff and puff, he thought, when he told her what he wanted. But eventually she would blow him. “I don’t want the money. I want you.” “’Scuse me?” “You. Your body. Your mouth, your pussy. Maybe your ass if you’re into that thing. You. Full access twenty-four seven for as long as you’re here, and no one will touch you. I swear it.”
― S. Doyle, Lovers to Enemies

“How far are we from town?” “A few minutes. Or a lifetime, depending on one’s perspective,” he drawled.”
― S. Doyle, The Grump Who Stole Christmas

“Sometimes sex is about taking and sometimes it’s about giving and sometimes it’s about sharing”
― S. Doyle, The Lover

“Then they would have to draw straws for who would have the privilege of naming him or her. Because Joyful Knews Darling and Welcome Baby Darling were utterly incapable of it.”
― S. Doyle, Santa Baby Maybe

“fear had a way of distracting you from your grief.”
― S. Doyle, The Bride

“I know, but I’m really trying to keep things as uncomplicated as possible.” “And ordering a shared plate is the thing that’s going to tip you over the edge? Not when I had you on your knees and was plowing you from behind?” I practically growled”
― S. Doyle, The Grump Who Stole Christmas

“But sex is different than an idea. It’s more than a simple feeling. It’s fucking. It’s having a man slip his hard cock deep inside your body. And pushing you, pushing you so hard that it hurts and feels good at the same time.”
― S. Doyle, Enemies to Prom Dates

“I kissed his neck. “Did you hear the one about the dyslexic Satanist? He sold his soul to Santa.”
― S. Doyle, Jackson's Redemption

“I shook off his pity. It hadn’t been easy but I’d overcome all of it. Her idea of homeschooling, which included my making hemp products for sale.”
― S. Doyle, Santa Baby Maybe

“BDD: Were Chrissy and Karen hanging out without me? More importantly, were they talking about me?

Now: I hoped Chrissy and Karen got to hang, because I had no time to see them. I hoped they wouldn’t forget me completely. Maybe talk about me once and a while.”
― S. Doyle, The Bride

“See you around, Kris Kringle.” “No one calls me that,” she shouted back. Cool, I thought. Now I knew what to call her every time.”
― S. Doyle, The Grump Who Stole Christmas

“His face darkened then. “You came?” I nodded. “Twice actually, which I’ve never really been able to pull off before. So good on you for giving me some proper motivation.” “Motivation? What the…you came? What about sleeping in the ache?” he shouted.”
― S. Doyle, The Grump Who Stole Christmas

“I had the sudden and amazing image of a baby suckling her on one of those luscious breasts and blinked. “Really? Are you staring at my boobs right now?” “Yes, but in a good and noble way,” I told her. “Noble?” she asked. “Yes, you have incredibly noble breasts, Joy. Which you’re presenting in that very noble dress.” She scowled at”
― S. Doyle, Santa Baby Maybe

“made a mistake with you,” he offered as an olive branch, which was really just another part of his strategy. “Uh… you think? I want your body, your pussy, your ass,” she said in what he hoped was a bad imitation of him, because she sounded ridiculous. “Who says that?” “Never had it up the butt?” he asked, provoking her a little. Yes, this was the most fun he’d had in a very long time.”
― S. Doyle, Lovers to Enemies

“Which prompted me like an idiot to say, “Oh my god, you’re gay like on TV.”

Which he thought was the most hilarious thing he’d ever heard, to which he replied, “No honey, I’m gay like on reality TV.”
― S. Doyle, The Lover

“Are you putting me on?” I asked him. “Is this like some kind of humble country boy routine? Because I promise you, I’m not impressed. You know what would impress me? Changing the tire.” He glared at me then.”
― S. Doyle, The Grump Who Stole Christmas

“I prefer to think about the time I had with her, rather than the day I lost her. Because that’s what really mattered.”
― S. Doyle

“I had us both on our knees, her back pressed up against my chest, her head leaning back on my shoulder. I was slowly thrusting up inside her, only my hands cupped over her breasts keeping her in place. We were like a choreographed dance. With each push she tilted her hips back against me. So that with each thrust and parry I got so deep into her. It was unlike anything I had ever done. It was un-fucking-real. “Jake. Jake.” She liked to do that. She liked to just say my name. “I’m going to make you come so hard you’re going to scream.” I moved my hand down her body, slid a finger through her pussy, circled her clit. “Yes, yes, please do that!” My hips were snapping now. I could feel it coming. “Come for me, baby. Now.” “Ahhhhhhh!” And there it was. I could feel her squeezing me hard even as I shot my load inside her. She practically melted back against me. Her head rolling back and forth on my shoulder. “Is that sharing, Jake?” “Yes,” I puffed out. “Mmmm. I like sharing.”
― S. Doyle, The Lover

“I thought back to the day we met. When she hurt her ankle and I so much wanted to be her hero but knew I wasn’t anywhere near strong enough to carry the formidable Kate Lazio without both of us falling on our asses. Only now I was ready. For both of us.”
― S. Doyle, Jackson's Redemption

“He’d promised not to break in again, but she wasn’t sure how much she believed him. He was the kind of man who was going to do what he was going to do. Something like a promise wasn’t going to stop that. She knew that much about him.”
― S. Doyle, Lovers to Enemies

“He grunted in return. I translated that grunt to mean it wasn’t his best day, but it was pretty close. Which led me to the inevitable question.”
― S. Doyle, Jackson's Redemption