Page 5 of Perfect Storm
“Okay, well, what the fuck is it, then?” Levi hoped he could stop guessing. He was running out of legitimate ideas and he had a feeling bringing up his less legitimate ideas was not a surefire way to get Aidan to open up, only to annoy him.
Aidan clamped his lips shut. Didn’t shake his head, but the message was clear enough.
Ugh.
Levi wasn’t just worried, he wascurious.
But then Riley slid off Landry’s lap and Landry was up a second later, wrapping an arm around Riley’s waist.
“We’re going to bed,” Riley announced.
“Thank God,finally,” Aidan said dryly.
Riley shot his brother a look. “You think you’re cute, but you’re not.”
And of course Aidan was. Probably not the way Riley meant, but Levi was trying to be smart about this. Aidan might be hot, but he was straight, and Levi had long given up lusting after straight boys.
“I don’t know, I think I’m pretty cute.” Aidan fluttered his eyelashes, something Levi was pretty damn sure he wouldn’t have done if he hadn’t drunk all that whiskey.
“Alright, you keep thinking that,” Landry said, detouring over to him to pat him on the shoulder. “Chug some water, okay?”
“Sure, Dad,” Aidan retorted.
Landry barked out a laugh. But thirty seconds later, the back door was closing behind them.
Levi didn’tpounce. He knew if he did, Aidan might not tell him.
But he did glance over and waggle his eyebrows. He’d never have done it if he thought there was a chance in hell of seducing Aidan, but this was Aidan Flynn. There wasn’t a chance anyway.
“You’re ridiculous,” Aidan muttered.
“You know you wanna tell me. You wanna tellsomeone.And you’re clearly not gonna be telling Riley or Landry.”
Aidan groaned low in his throat, his frustration evident. “Imighthave.”
“No way. You wouldn’t have tried so hard to hide it.”
Aidan just pinned him with a heated look. It shouldn’t have made Levi hot, but it did. Levi was bigger, but he had a flash of a vision—Aidan and his broad shoulders and intense blue gaze, pinning him to the bed.
But Levi didn’t let himself dwell, because lusting after straight guys lay certain insanity.
Then, before Levi could say anything else—could even shake his mind entirely clear of the fantasy, even—Aidan said in a low, resigned voice, “You know Mo Jeffries?”
“Morris Jeffries?” Levi was surprised and couldn’t hide it. Morris had signed a new contract with the Raiders three years ago, despite Aidan working his hardest to try to get the Thunder to keep him.
But that had beenthree yearsago. Surely Aidan wasn’t still throwing a shit fit because one of his closest friends and certified favorite wide receiver had gotten his payday from a different team?
“Yeah,” Aidan said morosely. “I . . .he’s one of my best friends, you know? We played together for years on the Thunder. And I thought I knew what he meant to me—”
“Trust me, dude, you made that plenty clear.”
Aidan glared at Levi’s interruption. “I thought Iknew. And then he left and I realized it wasn’t what I thought it was. I’d . . .I don’t know . . .buried the part of it that didn’t feel platonic.”
Levi felt rocked.
“You hadfeelingsfor Mo Jeffries?”
Of all things Levi had anticipated, this hadn’t even been on the less legitimate list.
