“No, I want to hear this,” he said. “I make the same happy noises when I what?”

“You know what.”

“Tell me,” he said, and pushed away from the edge he’d been leaning back on to wrap his arms around her calves and press his chest against her knees. With his face practically in her lap he smiled up at her. “Tell me a dirty story, Lily.”

With all those hard, warm, wet muscles leaning on her, he looked like something right off one of Jonathan’s favorite Tumblr pages.

“You’re bad,” she said, giving him a kick, which only made him laugh all the more.

“Yes,” he agreed. “Very, very bad.”

She leaned back to grab the bag she’d brought and handed it over to him. “Gray said you had to open this in front of me.”

“Nice subject change.”

She just thrust the bag beneath his nose.

He took it, looked inside, and blew out a breath. “Son of a bitch.” He said this almost conversationally.

“What is it?” she asked.

“You didn’t look?”

“No.”

He pulled out a pair of men’s briefs with little red hearts mixed with little red lips all over them.

She stared as Aidan dangled them from one finger. “Are those … yours?” she asked.

“No,” he said, sounding disgusted.

“Gray’s.”

“They’d better not be.”

“I don’t understand,” she said.

“Yeah, because you don’t have any asshole brothers—a fact for which you should be eternally grateful.”

She blinked. “I still don’t get it.”

“I have to wear these tomorrow no matter what my day looks like, and if Gray or Hudson show up, I have to drop trou and prove I’m wearing them.”

She looked at him, horrified and yet trying not to laugh. “No matter what you’re doing at the time?”

“No matter what I’m doing,” he said grimly. “On Gray’s last turn, Hudson delivered him a man thong the night before a management meeting. It was pretty good,” he admitted reluctantly. “Especially when Gray had to do some exhibition mountain biking that same day. It was kinda fun watching him squirm past a wedgie all day long.”

“And when it was Hudson’s turn?”

He beamed with remembered pride. “That was my gig. I sent him a pair of women’s bikini panties. Pink. Satin.” He narrowed his eyes in on her as she burst out laughing. “You think this is funny?” he asked.

“I do.”

“Hmm,” he said, and before she could figure out what that hmm meant, he’d pulled her right into the water, clothes and all.

Chapter 22

Hauling Lily’s laughing ass into the water with him felt great, and since the past four days had been one shit show after another, Aidan needed this. Needed a good time.