“What kind of a dork uses a lame stage name anyway? And why Shade? Because he wears sunglasses all the time?""Yeah, he has to wear them. He has vision problems.."Melanie's stomach dropped and she covered her big, blabbering mouth with one hand. "He does? Shit. Now I feel bad."The guy chuckled. "I'm just fucking with you. He wears them because he enjoys looking like a douche twenty-four seven.”

“Besides she's off birth control now. I don't want you guys naked within a hundred yards of her.""Uh, how are we supposed to shower?"Trey asked.Brian rolled his eyes in annoyance. "You can shower, dumbass. Just make sure you wear a condom."”

“I want to kiss every inch of you," he murmured and ground his cock against her mound. "Then I want to lick every inch. And touch. Then suck. Then fuck." He gave her hair a hard tug. "Every inch.”

“What's truly sexy about a woman isn't what she wears. It isn't how much time and attention she spends on her hair. It's no that her bra matches her panties. It's the way she thinks, moves, speaks. That's what's sexy about a woman.”

“Has Trey ever told you that he's a virgin?" Reagan asked, stroking Ethan's hair with one hand and Trey's with the other.Ethan lifted his head and snorted with laughter. "Is today opposite day?”

“When Adam arrived behind the stage, the entire band was waiting in the wings. Their pointed glares bounced right off him. Adam didn’t give a shit if they were pissed. He was in love.”

“I’ve got you baby,” she whispered. The pain inside was unbearable – worse than anything in his experience. He couldn’t breathe. “It hurts,” he gasped. “God, it hurts. Mercy,” he begged her, rubbing his face against her belly. “Mercy, Aggie. Mercy.”