Page 39 of Wreck Me
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“Shit,man. I’m sorry about that.” Landon closed the door behind him.
Aidan walked behind his desk and flopped down into his office chair. “Yeah, you look really sorry. Giving me that shit-eating grin right now.”
Landon sat in the chair across from him and leaned back, smile still in place. “What can I say, Aid? I see how you look at her. And can I just say that it’s about time?”
Aidan rolled his eyes, but a cold sweat broke out over him. “Whatever, dude. I’m not looking at her any way.”
Landon threw up both his hands and said, “Okay, that’s fine. You don’t want to listen. I get it. But let me remind you that you’re the one that pulled my head out of my ass when I almost lost Iris. Just trying to return the favor here.”
“Well, I don’t need you returning any favors, okay? There was never a doubt that you and Iris would get together. Hell, Megan doesn’t even live here. As soon as her car is ready to go, she’s out of here. She has a whole life waiting for her in Florida. So just leave it alone, got it?”
His tone was firm, no bullshitting. But why did saying all that out loud make his chest feel like he had a damn elephant sitting on top of it?
Landon crossed an ankle to his knee and laid his hands on his stomach. “Got it.”
Aidan nodded and shuffled papers on his desk, trying to get his head together. “So what is it you came in here for anyway, Grey?”
Landon leaned forward, one hand raised in a wait a minute gesture. “I have one last thing to say on Megan and then I’ll leave it alone.”
“Jesus…”
“Just listen. Look, maybe what you and Megan have—”
“Megan and I don’t have anything.”
“Fine, but I can tell you like her. And it appears for some reason, she likes your grumpy ass. Why not have some fun with her while she’s here? Date, keep it casual.”
Aidan’s brow furrowed. “Date?” he asked, as though the word was foreign.
Yeah, you know that thing you asked her on with the festival?
No way, that’s just a friends hanging together thing. She’s on a guy hiatus.
Whatever, dude.
Landon nodded, confirming what the war in his head said. “Yeah, you know, see each other outside that cabin you’re sharing. If you didn’t want to do that, then maybe y’all just scratch an itch while she’s here—if she’s game for that kind of thing—and then you each move on. Like adults.”
Aidan narrowed his eyes at his cousin. “She deserves better than that.”
The fucker just smirked at him. “I’m sure she does. But you need to get laid, man. Get some of that tension out that has your shoulders permanently sewn to your ears. How long has it been anyway?”
“I’m not discussing my sex life with you,” Aidan gritted out. It was more like he didn’t want to admit the last time his cock had seen any action besides his hand.
Landon leaned his head back and laughed. “That long, huh?”
Aidan balled up a sticky note and threw it at Landon. “Fuck you. We aren’t all lucky enough to have a beautiful woman in our bed every night.”
“Ah, but you could, Aidan. You could.” Landon leaned an elbow on the desk and leaned closer. “Trust me, there was a whole lot of eye-fucking going on in that doorway and it wasn’t all one-sided.”
Aidan rubbed his forehead. “Can we please just stop talking about this? We have work to do. Law and order to uphold and all that.”
He sighed in relief when Landon dropped it and started talking about festival weekend.
Aidan tried not to think about what would have happened if Landon hadn’t interrupted. Would he have stopped at just kissing her? Would one taste have been enough right now? He’d been walking around with what felt like a permanent hard-on all week. The fact that he’d been working days and Megan nights had turned out in his favor. After that night on the deck, he wanted nothing more than to pick up where they had left off.
