Hard as It Gets

Happiness wasn't something you found, happiness was something you made-by living in the moment, by cherishing the people in your life right now, by finding the courage to change those things you didn't like.

And now his cock wanted back in the game. Fuck. Yes, please. Jesus, when your brain started talking to your cock, you were on some fucking really thin ice.

God, this kiss. It was the kind she'd remember forever, that would invade her dreams and haunt her in quiet moments. The kind her older self could look back on and know, once, she'd really lived. The kind that, no matter what, she could never, ever regret.

I want to make you hold onto that bag while I bury myself in you so hard and so deep you don't know your own name. -Nick Rixey

Sometimes you plodded through life with nothing changing from one month to the next no matter how much you yearned for a revolution to erupt beneath your feet. And sometimes your whole world imploded and rebuilt itself in a matter of seconds.

Regret at telling her about the dragon, about the words, settled into his gut. It left him feeling too exposed, like his nerves sat atop his skin.

If there was one thing all the losses in her life had taught her it was that life was short, fleeting, and way too precious to waste waiting around for happiness to hit you over the head and make itself known. Happiness wasn't something you found, happiness was something you made - by living in the moment, by cherishing the people in your life right now, by finding the courage to change those things you didn't like

Arms crossed over his chest,leaning against the wall that led to the back of the business,Nick Rixey appeared for all the world to be nonchalant and unaffected.

Nick leaned closer,his free arm bracing on the wall above her shoulder.The warm puff of his breath caressed her lips as his gaze bore into hers.She couldn´t move,couldn´t blink,couldn´t breathe.

Bleed with me and you will forever be my brother.

Nick came right up into Becca’s space and, without a word, buried his hands in her hair and his tongue in her mouth. It was the kind of kiss that could change a woman’s life.

His mouth stole her breath. His touch stole her heart. And his cock stole her sanity.

She blew out the breath she didn’t realize she’d been holding.

It took strength and courage to know when you were at the outside of what you could handle.

God, this kiss. It was the kind she’d remember forever, that would invade her dreams and haunt her in quiet moments. The kind her older self could look back on and know, once, she’d really lived. The kind that, no matter what, she could never, ever regret.