Page 150 of Neighbors With Benefits

I pulled back. “I’m sorry, what are we talking about?”

Amy winked at me. “I’m observant. I’ll leave it at that.”

Before she could leave, Cat came running up. “I’ll walk you out.”

I closed the door behind them, then went into the kitchen. Aiden was quietly putting food into storage containers, his face pinched in concentration.

“I’m sorry,” I said.

He flashed a quick smile without looking up. “Me, too.”

“How sad are you?”

“Um. Medium sad.” He met my eyes. “But I didn’t expect her to be supportive.”

“Shewillbe supportive when we tell her,” I insisted. “Her opinion might change when she knows what the four of us have.”

“Maybe,” he said doubtfully.

“And if not,” Dante said while joining us, “it doesn’t fucking matter. The four of us will be happy.”

“I know,” Aiden said.

I rubbed his back. “I can think of another way the four of us can be happy tonight. Just as soon as Cat leaves.”

“I don’t think she’s coming back,” Bash called from the living room. “I saw the two of them get into an Uber together. They were making out.”

Dante grinned. “Fuckingnice.”

“I don’t want to hear that!” Aiden groaned. “That’s my sister.”

“The good news is that means we can start cheering you up right now,” I said.

Aiden turned toward me and forced a smile. “I don’t know if I’m in the mood to be cheered up tonight.”

“Really?” I glanced at Dante, who was smiling already. He knew what I was thinking. We were always on the same wavelength. “Because I wanted to try something special tonight.”

That got Aiden’s attention. “Something special?”

“But if you’re not in the mood…” I started to walk away.

Aiden grabbed my arm. “I could be convinced.”

I gave him a quick kiss, then took him by the hand. “Dante, can you and Bash finish cleaning up in here?”

“As long as we can join you when we’re done with the dishes,” he replied.

In my sexiest voice, I said, “Oh, I’m counting on it.”

I led Aiden to his bedroom, both because I was going to give him some solo treatment first, and because he had the largest bed of the three guys. We were going to needallthe room tonight.

I sat Aiden down on the edge of the bed and kissed him. He leaned back on his palms, allowing me to push in between his legs with my body. Without any other preamble, I unzipped his pants and then pulled them down.

“You don’t have to—” he began.

He cut off when I wrapped my fingers around his hard length and squeezed. “Stop talking.”

Aiden gave a start. “Oh. I’m getting take-charge Jazz tonight?”

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