Jamie keeps sneaking glances at him.
I look at my cards. “Dammit.”
“Mm.” Noah grins. “Go ahead. Show them all why I call you Bakery Booty.”
“Noah, I don’t even know why you call me Bakery Booty!”
“Cupcake Daddy would have been better,” Mark mumbles.
“No. Don’t give him ideas,” I hiss.
I stand and slide my eyes to Aiden, who’s own eyes seem to darken as he watches me. I’ve done this before with everyone in this room, but Aiden’s eyes on me hit a lot differently. I like my body. I work very hard to maintain what I have, but still.
I take my boxers off and cover myself as I sit.
Cam whistles. “Damn.” He leans into Bo. “You could have had that.”
“Shut up.” Bo rolls his eyes.
Noah shuffles the cards with a grin, dealing out another round. “Come on, guys. Mommy needs a full house.”
“Noah, none of this is the right way to play. I don’t understand how we get this far into the game.”
We put the cards down and look at Aiden, who stands instantly and without taking off his belt, pulls off his dress pants. My eyes have a mind of their own as they roam over his tanned skin. There are scars on his legs, the same as on his arms, and my eyes drag up and see tiny white lines like tiger stripes peeking out of his boxers over his hips.
I find stretch marks very sexy and I can’t take my eyes off them.
I wonder how far down they go. Do they stretch over his ass? I swallow, dragging my eyes up until they meet his.
My attention snaps back to my cards.
We play a few more rounds, and Jamie stands, taking off his shirt. The thick scars on his chest always hit me in the stomach. Not because of how they look, there’s nothing wrong with them. I just can’t imagine what he went through.
I think about six years ago now, Jamie was in a car accident with three of his friends—his best friend, his girlfriend, and his sister. They all died, and he was a mess for so long. My mother used to send food after everything happened. It was horrific. It’s nice seeing him so happy now.
“Hey now, look at that.” Cam slaps Jamie’s stomach. “That’s my hard work right there.”
Jamie slaps his hand away. “Your hard work? I seem to remember being the one on the floor dying, wheezing, and begging for mercy.
“And now look at you. The beginnings of those cum gutters you want so bad.”
“Shut up, Cam.” Jamie’s cheeks flush as he sits back down.
“Cum gutters?” Hunter cocks a brow. “You have a way to go.”
“Shut up, Hunter.” Jamie’s dark eyes pin Hunter to his seat.
“Hunter, leave Jamie’s cum creases alone.” Noah glares.
“Please, never say that ever again.” Jamie glares at his cards.
“Sorry. Cum crannies? Is that better. Cum canals? Cum crevices?”
“Noah, please stop talking.” Jamie deals out the cards. “Last round. Although once again, Mark is winning. I’m not even sure how.”
“I’m great at games.” Mark shrugs.
The game goes on. Cards get tossed, my friends laugh and tease, but it only makes the tension between Aiden and me thicker. It also makes me hyperaware of the looks my best friend keeps shooting at me.
