Buggy

“Dante climbed back on top of him, sitting on Griff's round butt to knead his shoulders. "I just wanna try. It'll be fine. No big deal. Maybe a massage first? Two dudes. That'd be okay right?"

What was he asking?

"And then, I want you" -Dante leaned forward, pressing his chest against Griff's muscular back, lips against his ear -"to fucking turn yourself loose on me.”
― Damon Suede, Hot Head

“Yeah, he'd been trained to be good with details, but once his dick started working, his brain generally shifted to standby.”
― Pamela Clare, Striking Distance

“Even if he got shanked, even if his precious little ego and his dumb-ass little heart got shattered into a million pieces, it was time to stop the bullshit.
It was time to be a male.
As Blay started to straighten, like a message had been received, Qhuinn thought,
That's right Buddy. Our time has come.”
― J.R. Ward, Lover Reborn

“I'm not like him, Kara. Whoever he is, I'm not like him."
She ran a hand over his chest, with its mat of golden curls and teased one flat brown nipple, desire already running hot in her veins. "No. No you're not.”
― Pamela Clare, Extreme Exposure