He smiled and tugged me closer, then slipped an arm over my shoulders. He planted a kiss on top of my head. “Same here, Bailey. You’ve ruined me for other men.”
It was probably wrong to feel so smug about that, but fuck it, I’d just nailed Flynn Donovan. That called for a little gloating.
CHAPTER 20
Flynn
I heardthe door open and shut when Aiden returned sometime around 2:30 a.m. I glanced over at Bailey. He was sound asleep, soft, even breaths stirring a few wisps of hair on the pillow.
I smiled to myself before sneaking out of the bed. We’d gotten over here around 11:00 p.m. I had a key to the place. Aiden had insisted on that because I helped cover the rent for him.
We’d come in, showered together, and exchanged slow, luxurious hand jobs in the steam, and even grabbed a late-night snack before crashing.
I liked how Bailey looked, relaxed and content, like he’d had a night of fantastic sex. I hoped he had, at least. I knew he’d wanted me to take him—had some fantasy of it, even—and was disappointed it hadn’t worked out.
If I knew Bailey, it wouldn’t be long before he made it happen, and I’d love every second of it. But then, I’d love anything with him.
I tugged on a pair of sweats and went to find Aiden. He was in the kitchen, filling a glass with water, when I came out of the hallway.
“Late night,” I said.
He jumped, cursing as a pill tumbled from his hand into the sink. He threw me a quick guilty smile. “Blowing off some steam. You know how it is.”
“I do,” I said seriously.
I crossed my arms and leaned against the doorjamb while Aiden picked up the pill he’d dropped and placed it on his tongue. He didn’t seem overly drunk, but then Aiden was too responsible to get really blitzed.
He wore clingy black shorts with a bit of shimmer to them and a skintight teal tank top that stopped short of his waistband, exposing a pale sliver of skin.
I’d never seen Aiden dressed for clubbing before. I would have expected him to dress a little less boldly.
“It’s mid-November,” I said. “Aren’t you cold?”
Aiden turned, a chagrined expression on his face as he glanced down. “You know how it is in the club. It’s so hot most of the guys take half their clothes off.”
I raised an eyebrow. I only knew what I’d heard from others. I wasn’t the clubbing type.
“And on the drive home?”
“I blasted the heater.” He smiled tentatively. “I’m all grown up, Flynn. I can take care of myself.”
“I guess you can.”
It was good to see him embrace his sexuality after years of hiding it from his dad and suffering for every “weakness” the man thought he saw in him. After I came out as bi, Bill had accused me of infecting his son.
He was sick, but guilt still twisted in my gut that I’d put him down. He was Aiden’sfather.
Aiden glanced past me toward the hall, lips tugging into a smirk. “Looks like I’m not the only one having some fun tonight.”
I turned to see Bailey hovering at the end of the hallway. He wore shorts and a T-shirt, but since the T-shirt was mine, it hung so low it looked like it was the only thing he had on.
Fuck, that was sexy.
“Sorry,” he said, voice soft. “I didn’t mean to interrupt.”
I held out an arm, and he came to me, slotting right in against my side. “I want you guys to meet, anyway. Bailey, this is Aiden, my brother. And Aiden, this is Bailey, my…”
“Boyfriend,” Bailey supplied with an ease that surprised me, given how he’d wanted to keep it from his brothers.
