One of the best books I’ve ever read. Lex and Reece and just so perfect. My highlights won’t work so I’m going to post them
“Forgive her? For what? Trying to suffocate me numerous times? Getting me to jerk off in her office on my first day here? Firing me twice? Throwing away my gifts right in front of my face without so much as a thank-you first?
Immediately saying no to the first and only favor I've ever asked anyone in my entire fucking life? Or plowing into me just now?”
“And just like that, Lex's slate is wiped completely clean. One goddamn smile and all's fucking forgiven.”
“If she were mine, I'a make her sleep naked every night, giving me round-the-clock access to her pussy.”
“"Because if I touched you, no other man would be allowed to. Not Kaisin, not Phil, not even Kordin fucking Debrosse."
“She's the biggest bitch I've ever met. I want to fuck that attitude right out of her.”
"Let go," she tells me. Her eyes still downcast, she doesn't see me shake my head. "Keep trying." If I let go, her tits will be out all over again, and this time, people are paying attention.”
“Watching the first guy get up, I pivot us to put my free arm forward. "Zip it up," I growl close to Lex's ear. "Let go first." I tighten my hold on both the dress and her. "No." She groans, and I can tell without even seeing her face, her eyes are rolling. Back on his feet, Lex's old customer charges us, and I swing out my hand, palm open, and box his ear so fucking hard he stops to cradle his head.
Since he's still within reach, I do it again, but much, much harder. Motherfucker.
"Shit!" he shouts over another bartender's shrieks for security. "You can't fight one-handed." I ignore Lex because not only can I, I fucking will.”
"We both leave or none of us do." Now that's sexy. She won't leave without me, even if it kills her. Goddamn. If we survive this, I'm wringing her fucking neck, but still, goddamn.”
“Out on the sidewalk, I switch spots with Lex so I'm closest to the street,”
"Stop trying to save me." Just like she did when I told her to stop fighting me, I say,
"I can't."
"Make sure you fucking coat me in cum. I want to be soaked." "Mine or yours?" I grin. "Yours." "Eyes on me." "I'm not blinking,"
"God. Don't tell me I took your virginity, too." "I'm not clingy. I'm fucking territorial. What's mine is mine."
“Predictably-annoyingly—he doesn't give it to me. Reece follows immediately after, his footsteps so heavy it sounds like I'm being stalked by a pissed-off bull.”
“"My cum's running down your leg and you're about to entertain this fucking guy?"
“"Where's your head? In the clouds?" Not in the clouds. In bottomless pits of obsidian.”
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His eye color
“While Eve's downfall is notorious, her backstory isn't. It was bliss. That's it?
Because she lived in a fucking garden with Adam? What kind of man was her only companion? Does anyone really know how he treated her? Was he as selfless as history would like us to believe? Or was he overindulging all along, leaving Eve positively deprived and reckless by the time that snake appeared offering her the first real flavor after a lifetime of bland leaves and twigs? If a single bite is responsible for the fall of man, then maybe man was already rife with faults.”
“I have no idea what goes through Reece's mind when he shops for me, but I'm glad he finally found a book with some explicit sex in it.”
“"Before you ask-" "I wasn't going to."
"_this one has lots of sex in it.
Consensual sex. I can personally guarantee it." "How?" Reece taps his lips like he's thinking, before saying,
"Missionary, cowgirl, a position called prone bone where the-" "I meant how can you personally guarantee there's consensual sex in it?" "Because I read it myself." "You read it?" He nods. "The whole thing?" Another nod. "Do you read a lot?" "Not since it was a requirement in school." "So, you just... felt like reading this one?" "Not really." He chuckles. "I wanted to make sure it met your standards." He read a book, a romance book, cover to cover, just to see if I'd like it”
“"Lex, I've memorized exactly how your sopping wet cunt looks, feels, and tastes.
We're fucking done with the last-name shit."
“The deepest love isn't spoken, it's shown.
Mouths lie, but actions reveal the truth.”
“"I'm supposed to believe you keep a shovel with you when you don't even carry a lighter?" "You know what... Why don't you give me a list of everything we might need before we leave the house next time? That way I'll be better prepared for whatever you chose to do."
“I'd take your worst over anyone else's best."
Next to Lex's Range Rover, I keep my finger on the lock button, pressing it every time she hits the unlock button, stretching my time with her by only seconds.”
"Because you're a lunatic." "Excuse me?"
"Your moon tattoo. Originally, lunatic just meant moonstruck, but since so much crazy shit happens during full moons, the term took on worse and worse implications over time until eventually it had nothing to do with the moon at all. At its core though, lunatic still means someone affected by the moon. Because bodies are made up of over fifty percent water, technically we're all lunatics, most females even more so if their cycle syncs up with the moon's."
"That's right. Fuck your husband's pillow so the next time he lays his head on it, he'll smell what I stole from him."
“I brush some hair off her forehead, running my fingers through the damp strands until I hit a snag that Lex frowns at but doesn't scold me for like she usually would. Multiple orgasms-that's the key. My schedule just got busier. And hotter”
"I'm jealous of the air in your lungs," I admit without an ounce of shame.
"Why?" I kiss her collarbone, whispering against the thin skin, "Because you let it in."
"Lipstick or tights, pick which one you don't mind replacing because I'm kissing one pair of lips before I leave this room and I don't give a fuck what I have to ruin to do it."
“Love is the world's biggest serial killer, yet it'll never make headlines.”
"Your attachment issues are disturbing.
You should seek help. Immediately."
"Jesus." "Wrong man again." "Reece."
"There we go. You like me fucking you?"
"Why'd you kidnap me?" Reece drops his hand to stare at me. "Because you wouldn't have said yes." "Said yes to what?" "To spending the weekend with me."
"Why have you been breaking in?" "To be close to you." God, that sounds as pathetic as I've felt all day.
"You know what I want from you? For you to breathe. That's all I need you to do this weekend. That's all I need you to do ever. Just fucking exist, Lex."
"Other men have tried to dress me up like a doll, too." "No, other men tried to dress you up like their doll, which didn't work out... because you're mine."
"You don't know exhaustion yet, Snow." I make myself return to the task at hand, saying, "I thought all I'd have to do is breathe." "Panting is breathing. Moaning is breathing. Screaming is breathing."
"You abducted me." "You broke up with me!" he says just as defensively as if the two are remotely comparable.
"Hey," he says when I start to lower my head over his lap. "No teeth this time.
I'm not trying to crash out here." It was one time and it was out of desperation. I had to do something to give my pussy a break the night he stayed at my house. It was like he was the sex addict on ecstasy.
The teeth worked because after he came, he was too paralyzed to touch me for a solid twenty or thirty minutes.
"Speaking of, where did that Chaste Tree go? I didn't see it in your apartment."
"You mean the one night you broke into it?" "Yes." Was he expecting it to be a regular occurrence? And now, he's upset it's not?
"Gray cars are more common than black cars," I say to lighten the mood. Glancing back at the SUV, he says, "Yeah, but you like black." "You like black, too." He looks at me again. "But I like you more, so I got you what you like." When he opens the door for me, I pass through, shaking my head. He considered my preferences when stealing a car.”
"Not counting the first few, I've read every book I gave you." "That's impossible. I can't even read that fast."
"Every book I buy you, I get on audio, too, and listen to it myself before giving it to you." Picked up that hack from my mom. I tried reading the physical books, but she's right, I can't read that fast.
With audios, I can crank the speed up and knock it out in no time. "Why?" She knows this, but I tell her anyway. "At first it was to make sure there was sex, then that the sex was consensual. After that it was to make sure you'd like it.
And.." "And?" She doesn't know this.
"Because I want to be able to talk to you about the stories... if you want."
“It's the most beautiful sound from the most beautiful woman. My beautiful laugh and my beautiful woman because I earned them both.”
“I'll break myself before I'd ever try fixing her.”
"Your vitamins are in there. I don't know how many you take, so hopefully there's enough. If not, we'll get more in town."
"What vitamins?" "The ones in your pantry. I didn't know what you needed them for, just that you might. And I figured you probably wouldn't have your luggage on you when I grabbed you last night, so I took several of each before I left your house."
"I don't know how," I confess quietly.
"How to what?" "How to..." Love myself.
Forgive myself. Give myself an ounce of fucking grace. "I'll teach you," Reece says.
"You don't even know what I was going to say." "I don't need to. Whatever you don't know, I'll teach you." "And if you don't know it?" "I'll learn it first."
"Why is this so important?" "Because I don't want you ending up like your mom thinking a bottle of wine and a book are the best life has to offer."
"I don't want to hide you." First I lower my gaze, then head, Reece's sincere expression evident the entire time, despite the flakes clinging to my lashes.
"Not in there. Not anywhere. In private or public, in the dark or light, I want to treat you the same." He pauses to pull my body to his, our fronts mashed together as tightly as our padded coats allow. "Like you're mine."
"If your scratches destroy me, draw my death out. Make it as long and brutally painful as you can." I'll go into the ground smashed, slashed, and having lived out a fantasy worth dying for.
What better ending is there?
with every breath she takes, I feel myself falling deeper and deeper in love with her.
I told her all she had to do was breathe but I left out the most important part. I need her to breathe near me.
"Why did you do that?" she cries. "Fall for you?" Her eyebrows caving in, she nods. How do I explain it? What is there to explain? It wasn't even me. It was all her. "I didn't have a choice, Lex. You knocked me on my ass."
"Reece," I start again. "I would kill for you." Five words. Five words that encapsulate my love entirely, the only kind I've ever known. The only kind I've ever trusted. His is buttered popcorn under the veil of darkness and whispered vows in a lover's embrace.
Mine is methodical silence in the face of peril and gasped last breaths of an enemy. One is sweet, the other bitter, neither fiercer than the other. Like Honeysuckle and Lily of the Valley— both hold the same meaning, but in very, very different ways.
"Our Reece?" Cia asks, making a laugh knock around in my chest. "Not your Reece. My Reece."
"I'm obsessed with you," I tell her quietly. Her eyes flutter open, and meeting mine, she says,
"I would kill for you."
Fuck, marry, kill was one of the many games we used to play inside to pass the time, except I always struggled with my answers. Now I understand why. I choose Lex to do all three to me.
Now I'm fucking overwhelmed. Lex runs Fox Hollow. Or she at least runs it with other... women? Yeah, she runs it with other women, including my-Including our family. That's why they renamed Silvy's to Gwen's.
"I'll teach you that, too," Lex promises. "You don't know what I was gonna say." "I don't need to. I'll teach you anything you need me to."
"I don't want to hide you. Not here. Not anywhere. In private or public, in the dark or light, I want to treat you the same. Like you're mine." She seals the same vow I once gave her by brushing my lips with hers, then pulls back and adds, "Because you are."
I approach the two slowly, clearing my throat to tell Primrose, "Hi, happy girl" When she doesn't shy away from me, only smiles bigger, I take her chunky hand, and unwrap the hair from it. Just because Lex's pain tolerance is higher than most doesn't mean my tolerance for her pain is
Staring into eyes like Snow in Summer foliage, I realize what it is that affects Lex's eye color.
It's not the lighting. It's her moods.
"What's that term that means better than happy? The one my sister used?" She never told me. Those silver eyes break from mine to glance at Breckyn, then they return, an easy smile both in them and under them. "Nothing above”
"I'm Reece Souza,
Okay I have never and will never do that again but this book deserved it