He complies and I slip the tank over his head. I was right. He looks amazing in it. I can’t stop myself from running my hands up and down his arms.
“Hey, that’s a good look for you. I’d rather look at you shirtless, but this will do.” He raises an eyebrow at me, like he’s never had anyone say they want to see him shirtless before. I find that hard to believe.
Devon and Xena materialize beside us. Well, I guess they didn’t materialize, but I certainly haven’t been paying them much attention since Aiden showed up. His hotness has distracted me. Why was I ever upset that he kept asking me out, and why did I keep saying no? Or did I never even give him a chance to ask? My memory is a little fuzzy, but I have a strange feeling that I’ve done a lot of running in the opposite direction where Aiden is concerned. After feeling his abs and arms, I just don’t know why I would even run away anymore. And his shirt smells amazing. Like soap, musk, and some sort of subtle cologne.
“What’s going on, guys? We’re just getting naked in the middle of the dance floor now?” Devon asks with a laugh.
“Rhea here didn’t believe me when I told her she was wearing my face so she stripped her shirt off to compare. I convinced her we should trade shirts because she had way too many weird dudes staring at her in her bra.”
“No, that’s a lie. He didn’t like how I looked in my bra and he wanted me to cover up. It’s OK though. I know I’m not as hot as he is. Pretty sure my panties melted right off me when I felt his abs.”
Aiden’s eyes go wide. What? Like he’s surprised that he melts the panties off unsuspecting females? This man seriously underestimates his hotness. I bet if we polled the women on the dance floor right now, at least ninety percent of them would be suffering from melted panties, thanks to Aiden. It’s practically a melted panty epidemic.
“Why did you feel his abs?” Xena laughs. She’s swaying on her feet a little. She’s had more to drink than I have, and it shows.
“She was trying to get my shirt off for me, and I think she got a little distracted.” Aiden laughs too.
“It’s true. I did get distracted. So very distracted,” I admit, licking my lips before turning to face just Aiden. “Hey, you promised to tell me about your workouts if we traded shirts. So come on, then. Spill it.”
“You won’t like it,” he says. “I play drums for a couple of hours, sometimes more, every day. Then I do a little weightlifting. That’s it really.”
I look around, confused. “Why do you play drums so much? And isn’t that a little excessive? When do you find time to work?”
Devon and Xena both burst into laughter, and Aiden smirks a little.
“He’s the drummer for Sleeping Dogs,” Devon says. “He plays a lot because he’s rehearsing and constantly learning. That is his work.”
“No.” I look back and forth between the three of them. “You guys are just fucking with me. Aren’t you?”
“They’re not,” Xena says. “He really is the drummer for Sleeping Dogs. And now you’ve got him wearing a shirt with a picture of himself on the front of it.”
“You look like such a dickhead, dude.” Devon laughs, and Aiden replies by flipping him off.
Xena and Devon dissolve into giggles again.
Well, shit.
Now I feel dumb.
“Screw you guys. I’m getting another drink,” I say, as I turn and walk back to the bar.
Chapter 8
Aiden - Just Take Her Home
Rhea looks a little unsteady as she walks away from us, but fuck if I can look away from her ass as she goes. Those little shorts she’s wearing barely cover it and I find myself itching to run my hands up her legs to the curve of her ass where they end. I wonder what it would feel like to spread her thighs and shove my cock in her as I fuck her against a wa—
“Whatcha looking at?”
I jump as Xena’s voice cuts through my increasingly dirty daydream about the woman she considers a sister. Thank god for that too, I can’t get involved with anyone. I know I can’t make anything of it, so there’s no sense in even letting my mind go there. Something about Rhea tonight though… has me thinking all sorts of dirty things I have no business thinking.
What is it about her that has me all fucked up like this?
“Nothing. Just making sure she gets to the bar alright.” I run my hand down the back of my neck. “How much has she had to drink, anyway?”
“Too much,” Xena says. “This ought to be her last one. She needs to get some water into her soon, or she’s going to regret this tomorrow.”
I can only imagine. I’ve never been a big drinker, even back in the early days of the band, when we did a lot more partying. The other guys got into way more trouble than I did. They thought it was because I’m older, but it’s really because I need to always be in control of myself so that I can be sure I’ll never act like my dad. The few times I’ve gotten really drunk in my life, I could feel my temper start to flare and I hated it. That or I was so worried I’d wind up in bed with someone I wouldn’t trust to be in charge of contraceptives, I couldn’t even have any fun. Because we all know how I feel about passing on my shitty genetic material.
