"Well, as far as I know, it's the same things as every other straight man. Tits, ass, and pussy. Take your shirt off and shake your tits at him." Aspen took a long sip of his wine and smirked at his crass little joke. I just rolled my eyes at him, which made him snicker. He always did love being crude. "Come on, Gabbie. It seriously can't be that difficult to get a man to sleep with you. I mean, I wouldn't, no offense, but I'm sure someone like Nick would be all over you in a heartbeat."
God how I wished that were true! At the rate I was going, I'd be dead and buried before Nick so much as got a semi from looking at me. If only it could be as simple as Aspen made it out to be. Fat chance.
I hadn't tried anything as crude as literally shaking my tits at him though, to be fair. I wanted Nick to notice me, but not that way. Was I any different from a stripper on stage? Sure, he'd probably get boned, but would that really mean he was into me?
No, I wanted something more discrete, a way to show him I was interested without just bending over the couch and waiting for him to come home. That was probably too much to ask for though with how obtuse Nick seemed to be.
"Your brother is an idiot," I finally said, letting out a sigh and leaning back into my chair. He wasn't really an idiot, but I was getting annoyed and more than tipsy.
Aspen, however, grinned and nodded like that was the smartest thing I'd said all day. "Trust me, I'm well aware of this fact. I had to live with him growing up, remember? I know just how big of an idiot all three of my brothers are."
I snorted. No doubt all three of those brothers would say the exact same thing about Aspen, too. They were all good men, and they all looked out for each other, but they were merciless in their teasing. You'd think they'd eventually grow out of that, but apparently not. Even Nick, who prided himself on being Mister Mature frequently reverted to childish name calling with his brothers.
A loud creaking noise filled the living room, and I sat bolt upright. MY heart hammered as I turned and looked toward the source of the noise, knowing exactly what it was. Nick had been meaning to oil the front door for months now but he hadn't gotten around to it. I'd offered a couple times to take care of it for him, but each time I suggested it, you'd think I'd threatened to revoke his man card.
"We're in here!" I yelled out even as my heart tried to leap from my chest. Time slowed to a crawl as I waited. Then, Nick appeared in the doorway, his bulky body taking up most of the frame. How he managed to fit a trip to the gym every day I could never figure out. The thought of Nick holding business meetings in the office workout room, still dressed in his expensive suit, never failed to make me giggle.
Nick frowned as he walked in, his eyes locking onto his younger brother. He crossed his arms in front of his chest, practically glaring at the other man. "What are you doing here?" he asked. His voice wasn't angry though, more tired than anything. It didn't take a genius to realize he'd had a long, hard, day at work.
Aspen, however, just grinned and held up his wine glass. "Well, I believe I'm sitting here enjoying your impeccable wine collection." As if to emphasize his point, he took a sip of the wine, then made sounds of approval. "You truly have amazing tastes." His eyes flickered over to me for a moment, then back to his brother.
Nick caught the movement however and scowled. For a man who had shown little romantic interest in me, he sure seemed to get his hackles up at the thought of his younger brother moving in on his territory. God, men were confusing as Hell. I wasn't sure I'd ever be able to understand what it was that made them tick.
Nor was I sure I wanted to.
Men were stupid. Especially Frost men.
Finally, Nick let out a breath and shook his head. His right hand went up to his neck, gently kneading the muscles there. The tailored suit stretched across his muscles, and I licked my lips at the sight. If he wanted a massage, I was more than willing to give him one. And I wouldn't stop until my hands had roamed over every inch of his body and he was moaning in pleasure.
I had to fight back my own moan at the thought. It was one thing to fantasize about my husband. It was another to do it while his younger brother was sitting right in front of us.
"I'm gonna go get a shower," Nick said at last, shaking his head at his brother. "You two enjoy your little powwow."
Without another word, Nick turned and fled from the room. I wished I could read his mind, to know what he was thinking. But he always had this mask on, one I still couldn't read through even after all these years of being married.
The two of us watched Nick go, then Aspen let out a sigh. I turned to see him down the rest of his wine and stand, setting the glass next to the bottle on the small table between us. "Looks like this might be your chance," he said
