you done with my balls?” he murmurs, and even though I know he’s trying to be an ass, I decide to make light of the situation.
“Drained them into my womb?” I quip, and he snorts, flashing a razor-sharp grin.
“Fair enough.” Vic looks back at Aaron and then exhales, letting his shoulders relax slightly. “Fine, okay. Never had a threesome before, but I guess there’s a first time for everything.” He nods with his chin in the direction of the downstairs bedroom. “Let’s take this to bed, shall we?”
“Just don’t think you’re going to kick me out in the middle of it like you did Hael,” Aaron quips, and Victor snickers.
“Bro, if I decide to kick you out, you’re gone.” Victor pauses when I give him a scathing look and then holds up both hands, palms out. “Jesus Christ, Bernie. I won’t kick him out for your sake, but if I were going to …”
Aaron scowls as Vic opens the door to the room, but he doesn’t escalate the situation which I appreciate.
“Is it weird for you to be in here?” I ask Aaron as he pauses just inside the door and looks around briefly. It’s not like he never comes in here; he slept in here the night after he got shot. But it doesn’t look like he’s particularly comfortable either. I know he said that Vic deserved this room because he’s the boss, but I’m actually wondering if there’s more to it than that.
“No,” Aaron says slowly, but I’m wondering if that’s a lie. “The mattress is new, so it’s not like we’re about to fuck on my parents’ actual bed.” He shudders and swipes a hand over his face, moonlight highlighting the best of his features. Put Aaron and Victor side by side, and you might think one is the classic good boy, and the other the classic bad. Aaron’s features are a bit softer; Victor looks like he eats glass for breakfast.
Yet … I have no doubt that if Vic ever hurt me, Aaron would kill him. Papa Bear, remember? He’s fucking fierce as hell when it comes to protecting those he loves.
Victor sits in the chair by the sliding glass doors and kicks off his boots, watching us like a lion stalking its prey through the grasses of Africa.
“Are you two going to chat all night or are we gonna fuck?” he asks, making me grit my teeth.
“You’re erasing all the goodwill you earned by watching over as at the drive-in,” I snap, and Vic flashes me white teeth in an angry smile.
“Tell me you’d choose me, Bernie, even if it’s a lie,” Vic echoes, pitching his voice high. It’s a funny joke, whatever, but Aaron has a nice, smooth masculine voice, so it holds no truth. My cheeks flush as I come to the horrible realization that Vic could probably hear every freaking word Aaron and I said to each other. Fan-flipping-tastic.
Aaron grits his teeth, but instead of retaliating, he reaches out and wraps an arm around my waist, pulling me to him. With two tatted fingers, he lifts my chin so that I’m looking up and into his beautiful face.
“I’m glad he heard us,” he tells me, and my cheeks flush with heat. “Because now he knows what he’s really up against.” Vic laughs from behind me, but I ignore him in favor of Aaron. When your first love tilts your chin up, his green eyes flecked with gold and starlight, you don’t pay attention to any other man. Instead, you kiss him and savor the sweetness on your lips.
Our mouths fit together like puzzle pieces, and I let my body go slightly limp as Aaron holds me against him and kisses me like the fairy-tale prince I’m always joking about, the one that Callum looks like but could never be. He’s too twisted on the inside, a fact about him that I love, but … makes him unable to take over this role.
No, this role belongs to Aaron Fadler.
I’m really starting to sink into Aaron’s kiss when I feel hot fingers on my upper arm. Even through the thick fabric of the hoodie I’m wearing. Victor’s touch burns me to ash.
“You think that’s the proper way to kiss a girl?” Vic asks, snorting derisively. “Like you’re asking permission for her to love you? No fucking way.” Aaron pulls back slightly, eyes narrowed over my shoulder. I turn when Vic gives a gentle tug on my arm and find myself swept up into his