And I'll wash your other clothes. Shall I also order you a new set of leathers?" "Don't-" Wrath shut his mouth. "Sure. That'd be great. And, ah, could you get me some boxers? Black? XXL?

G'on now.' he murmured with that Southern drawl. 'Lie on back and let me take care of you. I promise to go slow...real slow.' - Issac Rothe, Crave

How can you stand to have me near you?" "The only thing I can't handle is your leaving.

Man, that did his ego good. Matter of fact, she hit him with anything like that again, he was going to feel like he could bench-press a city bus. With a jet plane on its roof.

He [Vishous] was all need, no ease.

Man, life was complicated. But the truth was simple. He was her home. He was where she belonged.

Can we screw the 'sorry' part and let me hit you back instead?" Vishous to Butch