Liam O’Grady felt the soft, young flesh of the woman who was leaning into him, unable to stand on her own feet. He grunted and raised his flushed face.

Sweet Jaysus, but he had never felt this way with any woman before this; it must be her innocence, her youth, he told himself, that was why he was supporting her with an arm now, his mouth locked on hers as with one hand, he fumbled and stepped out of his pants.

His brother was holding up the petite, curvy figure of the little ...