“No offense or anything,” I told him as I sat next to him, plucking the flask from him and taking a sniff. “But everyone can tell you’re in a mood today. Don’t worry, I made sure Aidan is distracted and off with Reno for the rest of the tour until I pick it up later. Hopefully, that doesn’t get too weird.”
He frowned. “Reno’s not that bad, so, is the new guy?”
“Ugh,” I took a drink from his flask and handed it back, taking the cigar from him next and enjoying the growl he made. “Well, it seems there’s history between Aidan and Mika. Not exactly sure what, but they’re exes.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?” he demanded, sounding annoyed to the limit.
I could see his curiosity, though, and decided to indulge it. “Nope. Still not sure what the history is, but neither of them expected to see the other, and it wasrealawkward when he saw Reno first.”
He watched me puff on the cigar. “Why?”
“Because it seems that while their relationship was a big enough deal for some drama after not seeing each other for a while,” I said, handing it back to him and letting the smoke drift from my mouth. Not my favorite, but smoking had never been something I’d enjoyed. Still, it was smooth. “It apparently wasn’t a big enough deal for Mika to have told Aidan that his brother was, in fact, an identical twin.”
Xander paused. “But he saw Reno first?”
“Yeppers.”
“Shit, that had to be weird.”
“As hell. Worst part?”
“There’s worse?”
“Yeah, I guess Reno knew about Aidan, or at least knew he was a former boyfriend and could almost remember his last night.”
“Jesus,” Xander muttered, letting out a disbelieving cough of a laugh. “What the fuck kind of douchebaggery has Mika gotten up to? He always seemed so levelheaded and reasonable.”
“People can be so goddamn smart in their life, and then so unbelievably stupid with certain parts…usually their love life,” I said with a shrug, sliding my hand down his thigh and squeezing just above his knee.
“Quit,” he muttered, nudging my arm, but not hard.
“I’m not being a perv,” I told him. “Your dick is big, but not so big it dangles down here.”
“Stop,” he said, but I didn’t miss the way he fought and barely won against the smile that tried to form on his face.
“Nah, I like groping your thighs.”
“I thought you said you weren’t being a perv.”
“I’m not. I can’t help it if your thighs could break skulls and when I touch them, even trying to be a little affectionate, I think about how I want my face between them.”
“So you’re just being horny.”
“Haven’t you noticed? I’m horny by default. Being around you just makes it worse.”
“Don’t blame me.”
“Blame? I’m giving credit here.”
“You’re like a horny teenager.”
“I know, right? Everyone swore it was supposed to get easier when I got older, but it hasn’t changed at all. All that’s changed is that in the absence of sex, I’m not constantly seeking it.”
“It comes back in your forties.”
I smirked. “So I’m going to get hornier?”
“God save everyone if that happens,” he groaned. “I’m barely able to keep up as it is.”