"He always been that fucking overprotective of you?" Jim asked once they were inside the bar and sitting down at a table.

"Unfortunately. Why the hell do you think I'm still single? I haven't dated anyone since Adam Birch (Joey Matthews/Mercury) and even Rob scared him away. I've pretty much accepted the fact that I'm going to be alone for the rest of my miserable, shitty life." Illyria said, laughing bitterly as she took a long swig of her beer.

"You need a real man and not some little boy to stand the fuck up to him then."

"You offering?" She teased him and he laughed.

"Maybe I am."

"Damn! I must be becoming a lightweight, one beer and I'm starting to hear shit already." Illyria stated, pushing her beer bottle away from her.

"Lyria?"

"Yeah?" She asked and she could see him struggling to find the right words to say whatever it was he wanted to tell her.

"Aw fuck it!" Jim stood up, pulling her up with him as he wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her roughly. His tongue ran across her lips until she finally gave in and opened her mouth as his tongue darted in her mouth, dancing with hers. She felt his hands reaching down and cupping her ass as he lifted her up with ease, her legs wrapping around his waist for the second time that night and he pushed her against the wall causing the kiss to deepen.

Jim finally broke the kiss and Illyria looked at him in shock. "What...did...you...do that for?" She asked, trying desperately to catch her breath.

"I've been wanting to do that since I saw you in the parking lot tonight. Dammit Lyria what the fuck are you doing to me?" He growled as he slid her down his body, her eyes widening in shock when she felt his erection press into her. "See what I mean? Fuck! You're one of my buddy's little sister but yet I can't stop wanting you."

"Then don't...Jim I've wanted you ever since I was seventeen years old." Illyria admitted.

Jim stared at her wide-eyed for a minute before falling down in his chair and picking up his beer, chugging the rest of it down. "What the hell do we do?"

"Nothing if you don't want to. I understand that Rob is your friend...hell, he's my brother but I can't help how I feel."

"I don't know Lyria, I just don't fucking know." Jim grumbled and got up to go get another beer. "You want another one?"

"Yeah, I sure as hell need it." She watched him walk away, loving the way he looked in the blue jeans he always wore. "Fuck! I'm gonna need something a whole lot stronger than beer." Jim came back to the table a few minutes later carrying his can of beer and her bottle which Illyria immediately took from him and drank over half of it down.

"Damn woman!" Jim laughed as he watched her.

Illyria's cell phone rang before she had a chance to say anything else and she jumped, trying to get to it before Jim heard her ringtone but it was too late as James Hetfield of Metallica sang out the first few lines of 'Enter Sandman' causing Jim to laugh at her embarrassment. "Dammit! Hello?"

"Lyria? What's the matter?" Sara asked.

"Do you remember what my ringtone is?" She questioned and Sara giggled. "It's so not funny Sara! He's sitting here laughing at me."

"Sorry, I forgot...anyway I just wanted to call and tell you that your brother showed up at mine and Mark's hotel room throwing a fit. He said some shit about me influencing you to go with Jim tonight and Mark ended up decking him."

"Fuck! No one influenced me to go with Jim tonight, you know that better than anybody Sara."

"I know but I just wanted to let you know what was going on." Sara stated and Illyria sighed.

"Where is he?"

"I'm not sure. Mark called Tom and told him to come get him, that was the last time I saw him."

"Goddamn it! He would have to ruin the night that I've been hoping would happen for eleven years, I'll be there as soon as I can." Illyria said and Jim looked at her confused.

"All right. I'll have Mark see if he can have him tracked down so you'll be prepared incase he's waiting for you to get back."

"Thanks Sara."

"No problem Lyria." Illyria hung up her cell phone and slammed her head down on the table.

"Fuck!"

"What is it?" Jim asked.

"Rob went to Mark and Sara's hotel room throwing a damn fit, he ended up telling Sara that she influenced me to go with you tonight so Mark knocked him on his ass. He then called Tom to get him out of Mark's hotel room...probably so he wouldn't do anymore damage to him, I've got to get back there and calm his stupid ass down." Illyria explained and he nodded.

"Come on then." They both finished off their beers then Jim took her hand in his and pulled her up as they walked out of the bar together.