“That was the big cure-all with these people, wasn’t it? Girl got you down? Get laid. No money? Get laid. Armageddon ensuing? Get laid a lot.”

“That’s what you wanted me for,” he all but growled. His dick was going to cuss him for a bastard if he didn’t get inside her. But he’d just have to take it. This was about leaving her wanting more. “Wasn’t it? To get you dirty. That’s why you know you’re going to let me do it. After I leave and you cool down, you’ll tell yourself you won’t. But one day, you’ll beg me for it, because you know there’s more, and you know I can give it to you.”

“Brian must have heard the commotion, because he came up behind her and yanked the door all the way open. "You got a f**king problem with me, James?"James, ever the type to go off all half-cocked until things started to get serious, seemed to shrink a bit. "I've got a problem with you screwing my sister, yeah.""I suggest you get the f**k over it.”

“He was so fucked, careening madly down the path to getting his heart splattered all over hell. And grinning like a buffoon the entire time.”

“You gonna marry her? This is the one out of seven billion?""It is. And I am. I've got to. It's like...sometimes...""Speak.""Sometimes I think I'm not going to make it another day without getting a ring on that girl's finger and changing her fucking last name from theirs to mine. I'm going to spend the rest of my life with her, and I want it to start yesterday.”

“No, you goof. I meant are you decently attired such that we might go into public without getting arrested”

“I want to bury myself so deep inside you, you’ll think you won’t ever get me out”