“There’s something different about him,” Jackie said quietly. “He’s got heart.”

“Sounds awful.” Lana rolled her eyes. “Damn good sex, hot biker dude, and he has heart. Definitely don’t sleep with him again. Too bad you didn’t ask advice from your best friend.”

*snicker*

NTM author and pretty good thus far!  Hot guys, hot sexy times, funny banter at points.  And now, things are kicking up and... eyelids are drooping b/c beat from weekend activities.  *grumbles*

Hope everyone had a great weekend & wish y'all a grand start to Monday!

Pulling down the linen sleeve and the coat, Andrew grinned. “It’s my promise to her. I let her burn it into me. Hurt like hell but it was worth it.”

“You let her burn the word PENIS into your arm?”

Those eyes widened. “Penis? No, no. Mentula is an endearment. I asked.”

Derek snorted. “It is not an endearment but an insult. Have you ever read the texts of Priapeia?”

. . .

Derek dragged in a breath. He’d never met a birch mistress, but he’d heard more than enough about the strength of their arms to make his cock shrivel and invert. He had to get his brother out of this. Any woman burning the word PENIS on a man’s arm meant she would most likely slice it off next.

I had both the pleasure (read: laughs & giggles) and the pain of a brother who used to be like Andrew―sans flesh burning, thank goddess!―when it came to the female sex. Can anyone else relate? C’mon, I can’t be the only one. *grins*