How to Steal a Thief (Unholy Trifecta, #2)

by A.J. Sherwood

“Come on, K,” Ivan was wheedling as Aiden sat in the outside quad, eating his lunch. “You know you want to come join us.” “I performed a social activity yesterday. Please wait the requisite three days before submitting another request,” K deadpanned back, dry as a martini.

“Ivan, are all of your friends good looking?” “Da. Sent ugly ones back.”

Ivan ignored her for a moment, catching Aiden by the nape of the neck and leaning in, swiping his tongue over Aiden’s soft lips. He squeaked in surprise, jumping, but didn’t pull free. Lifting his head, Ivan stared at Tricksy in challenge. “Mine,” he informed her flatly. From his earbud, he heard a chorus of hoots and outright howls of laughter as the three men watching enjoyed the show. Remi, somewhere in the background, demanded to know what had happened, but none of the men could pull themselves together long enough to answer her. Aiden spluttered, “Ivan, what the hell!” “Azarov,” Tricksy greeted wryly. “You’ve got to kick this habit of licking things.” “Why? It’s worked well for me so far.”

squealing sounds, like they would scream if they could find the breath to do so. Ari inquired dryly, “What are the dying mouse noises about?” “They’re making a second Breath of the Wild!” Kyou reported, still squealing. Aiden’s interest perked up. They were? Carter chimed in. “What are you even talking about?” “No one understands me.” Aiden found the right timing to say, “Seriously?! We get another Zelda?!” Kyou promptly changed his tune. “Only Aiden understands me.” “So, if you know this, does that mean you went outside today?” Ari asked hopefully. “It was chilly. There were people. I give it zero stars, do not recommend.”