Third Chances (Men Of Manhattan #2) - Ivy Smoak Page 0,61
lying about only having one regret. We all saw that it was more than that."
Alina's eyes got wide. If the restaurant wasn't busy around us, we would have been able to hear crickets chirping. "No," she said quietly. "I, um, lump that all together as one bad decision."
"Oh, sorry. You're lying about the guitar thing then?"
Alina nodded her head. "Yeah. I'm terrible with musical instruments."
"Really?" Matt asked. "I would have guessed you'd know your way around, say, a flute or a clarinet pretty well."
Alina choked on the sip she had just taken.
Rob laughed. "Did you seriously just compare your dick to a flute? Is it like super thin or something?"
"No," Matt said. "Shut up, you've seen my dick. It's normal. It's not thin."
"Wait." I laughed and looked up at Rob. "Why have you seen his penis?"
Rob shrugged. "I don't know. We all grew up together."
"Now I just have to know," Kristen said, staring directly at James. "Who is the biggest?"
James looked away from her and downed the rest of his beer. He picked his straw up from the table and put it in his other drink. He swirled it around, seemingly transfixed.
"We weren't erect around each other or anything," Rob said. "But everyone knows that the Hunters have huge dicks."
"Oh, really?" Kristen winked at me.
Don't fucking wink at me!
"So," she continued, "how big are we talking?" She stared directly at James who made a weird face.
"Not as big as the Caldwells'," Mason said.
James laughed.
"Why are you laughing?" Mason said.
"I just feel like I'm probably bigger than you are."
"Prove it," Kristen said.
"As much as I know you'd like that, I'm not going to whip my dick out in the middle of a restaurant. I'll keep public nudity off my rap sheet."
"I definitely wouldn't mind you doing that." She batted her eyelashes at him.
Oh my God, Kristen.
"Don't you have a boyfriend?" James asked. "I'm pretty sure you literally just mentioned your boyfriend."
"Yeah, but you're on my list."
"Your list?"
"Yeah, my list. You know, like a list of people we're allowed to have sex with outside of our relationship. You're at the very top of mine, Professor Hunter."
Oh my God.
James lowered his eyebrows slightly. He looked pissed. "Please call me James. And as flattering as that is, I'm getting married. And I don't have a list because I don't want one. I would never cheat on my fianc茅e. She's everything that I need."
"Right, but maybe...ow!"
Layla had just elbowed Kristen in the ribs. Kristen glared at her.
"You're up, Matt," Rob said.
I silently thanked him. It was nice of him to intervene to help his brother out. If I had been sitting next to Kristen, I would have elbowed her a few minutes ago.
"I'm kind of liking this conversation," Matt said and looked back and forth between Kristen and James. "You know, Kristen," he said, putting his arm behind her on the chair. "You could always add me to your list. I promise my dick is much thicker than a flute."
She laughed. "I'm not prepared to kick James off quite yet. But I'll keep that in mind."
"Please kick me off," James grumbled beside me.
I laughed.
He looked over at me and smiled. His smile was just as charming as his brothers, but I was too busy staring at his eyes to focus on it. His pupils were dilated. It wasn't dark in the restaurant. His pupils shouldn't have been that big.
"Hey, are you sure you're okay?" I whispered.
He gave me a small smile. "I'm good. Just a little overheated." He rolled up his sleeves even more. "Is it hot in here, or is it just me?"
"It's a little warm, I guess." If he was on drugs, he was trying to hide it. Or maybe he didn't know. Maybe someone had slipped him something. I had a fleeting thought that it was Kristen. But she hadn't been alone with him. And even though she was acting completely inappropriate, I couldn't imagine her drugging James. That would be crazy. Kristen wasn't crazy. Was she? I looked over at her. She was staring down at the table. She looked a little embarrassed about her onslaught. It definitely wasn't her. Or maybe she was just planning how to proposition him next.
"Okay," Matt said, removing his arm from the back of Kristen's chair. "My dick is thicker than a flute, even when it's flaccid." Everyone laughed. "Stop laughing," he mumbled. "I can break dance. And I'm really into working out."