A Guy for Christmas - K.C. Wells Page 0,9
in the air.
Robin chuckled. “Nope, no special friend here.” Chance would be a fine thing.
“Well, tell me you’re at least getting some ass—literally.” Ryan snickered at his own joke.
Robin snorted. “What makes you think I’m gonna discuss this with you?” Not that he was surprised. Ryan had never been one for boundaries.
“Look, you may be the older twin—”
Robin rolled his eyes. “Dude, I was born two minutes before midnight, and you came three minutes after.”
“Yeah, but you’re the ‘mature’ one. That’s what Dad always says. Because who in their right mind is gonna describe me as mature?”
“Good point, but where are you going with this?”
Ryan stilled for a moment. “All right, I’m gonna come right out with it. You’re a virgin, aren’t you?”
Robin wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of responding to that.
Ryan rolled onto his back, holding his phone close to his face. “I figure you need help. After all, I’m the one with all the experience when it comes to sex. So what do you want to know?”
Robin snorted again. “From you? Nothing. And what experience?”
“I’ve had more sex than you, so I’d say that counts, okay? So what if the plumbing is different. A hole is a hole, right?”
He gaped at his twin. “God, I’ll bet the girls flock to you when you sweet talk them like that.”
Ryan frowned. “There’s gotta be someone you’re interested in? Someone you think is hot?” He waggled his eyebrows. “Someone you wouldn’t kick outta bed?
What came to mind instantly was Mr. Quentin. “There might be someone, yeah.” Strictly in his dreams, of course.
Ryan grinned. “Now we’re getting somewhere. What’s he like?”
There was no way Robin was going to name names. “He’s… a bit older.” Maybe twelve, thirteen years, give or take, because he had to be at least thirty.
“Nice.” Ryan’s grin hadn’t diminished. “Is he the daddy type?”
“I’m not even gonna ask where you get that from.” And he wasn’t going to respond to that, either.
“Well, what does he do?”
“He’s a… ski instructor.” It wasn’t a lie, right?
“And how did you meet him?”
“He came to order a canoe.” And that was about as much information as Robin was willing to give. “I think he’s a little outta my league.” Like, a lot. Like, why am I even thinking about him?
On the screen, Ryan frowned. “Hey, think positive. Let’s see what we’ve got here. Older guy, hot, experienced…” He leered. “I can see one obvious way to go about it.”
“Wait a sec. Go about what?” Robin had lost the plot.
Ryan gaped at him. “Popping that cherry of yours. Dude, it’s time to hand in the V-card. I lost mine when I was sixteen.”
What the fuck? “You never told me that. And why the fuck not? Because something like that? You’d have bragged about it till I wanted to rip your arm out of its socket and shove it down your throat to get you to shut the fuck up.”
“I was sixteen! And you were Mom’s pet. With my luck, I’d have told you, and five minutes later you’d have blabbed and I would have been grounded for the rest of my life.”
Robin gaped at him. “Mom’s pet? I was never—”
“‘Oh, Mom,’” Ryan said in that high-pitched whine he always used when he was imitating Robin. “‘I know where that Kit Kat bar went.’”
“You wouldn’t share it, you little fuck.”
Ryan gave a smug smile. “And now you know why I never tell you anything. But we’re getting off the point here. Do you wanna hear my idea or not?”
Robin let out a heavy sigh. “I’m all ears.” Better to hear him out. At least then he might shut up about it.
“I think it’s time you got yourself some skiing lessons,” Ryan said with a smug expression.
Robin stared at him, perplexed. “I can ski, remember? So can you, for that matter. How old were we when Dad first took us out on the slopes?”
“Duh. Mr. Ski Instructor doesn’t need to know that, does he? So here’s what you do. You’re gonna ask him for some one-on-one instruction.” There was that leer again.
“You don’t think he’s gonna notice? You don’t think he’s gonna watch me and know instantly that I can ski?” And like I’m actually gonna do such a thing?
Ryan grinned. “That’s gonna depend on how good you are at acting. A few slip-ups here, falling on your ass there… You can do it, bro.” He paused. “This guy you have the hots for—”
“I wouldn’t go that far,” Robin protested.
Ryan waved his hand.