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Dare groaned. “You did that on purpose.”
Then Dare set the last of the fries downand threw his arms around us. “You’re both terrible.”
His grin said it wasn’t a bad thing. Scottgave him a shy smile. “Sorry?”
Dare shook his head. “Nope, I wantsomething better. Something more romantic or sexier or sweeter. Nothing ‘fine’or ‘okay’ or ‘acceptable.’”
Scott and I were both grinning by the endof his rant. I turned my head and aimed my smile at Scott. “I’m fine with youracceptance of my okay.”
Scott was doing his best not to laugh andcould barely contain himself. “I’m accepting of your tolerance of my fine.”
Dare just buried his head between us andgroaned again. “No, no, no, this is not how it’s supposed to be. I want moredrama and more romance and more passionate emotions. You’re going to livetogether and curl up together and fight over who gets what side of the bed. Ineed more drama.”
Scott finally laughed, and we wrapped ourarms around him, patting his back. Since Scott was still chuckling, it was myturn to tease. “We’ll try better next time.”
His laughter had stopped, so Scott ran hishand up and down Dare’s back. “We’ll call you daily with the crazy drama. I’llcall crying when he leaves the toothpaste uncapped.”
“Gross. I’m not sharing toothpaste withyou.” I was serious, but Dare nearly doubled over with laughter.
He took several deep breaths before hecould get the words out. “You’ll suck his cock but not share toothpaste?”
“Of course.” I wasn’t sure what they bothfound so funny.
I huffed, feeling like I shouldn’t have toexplain my reasoning. It was obvious. “He washes his dick, but no one everscrubs their toothbrush. When’s the last time you changed out yours? Do youremember to throw it and the toothpaste away after you get a cold? Hmm?”
And they werebothin stitches.
I’d originally had visions of our eveningturning sexy, but at the rate we were going, I wasn’t so sure that was areasonable goal. “What? You know I’m right.”
Dare flopped back over my lap and stretchedout, grinning like a lunatic. “You’re fabulous.” He looked down the length ofhis body and smiled at Scott. “You are both fabulous.”
Scott grinned. “I’m fabulous; he’s crazy.”
I rolled my eyes. “I’m right, not crazy.”
Dare shook his head and stared at me withhis ear-to-ear grin. “Oh yeah, you’re crazy, but I…I like your crazy.”
He reached up and pulled my head down so hecould kiss my lips. As he released me, he sat up and gave Scott a kiss. Scottwhispered as Dare pulled away. “If I’m sane, does that mean I get more kisses?”
I snorted. I wasn’t going to agree with thatillogical statement. “One thing has nothing to do with the other.”
Dare started laughing again, so I shotScott a dirty look. “Do you want him giggly or Dommy? I’m not sure you’re goingto get both, so stop that.”
Dare couldn’t breathe, he was laughing sohard. He finally had to sit up and lean over before he could get it undercontrol. “You—guys—so funny.”
Scott glared at me. “That was your fault,not mine.”
Dare was almost giggling as he shiftedaround on our laps. When he was straddling our legs and half on each of ourlaps, his laughter faded and his smile turned decidedly wicked. “My boys wantsomething sexy tonight, huh?”
His hands caressed over our chests, and Iwatched as he pinched one of Scott’s nipples, making both of us squirm. BecauseScott was just moaning, I thought answering was up to me. “Yes, Master.”
A shiver seemed to run through Dare as weboth watched him, helplessly under his spell. His hips arched up and I couldtell he wanted to grind himself on us, but something held him back. Darefinally released Scott’s nipple, and he slumped back against the couch. ThenDare turned his sexy torment to me.
I knew he didn’t pinch me anywhere near ashard as he did Scott, but the fiery sensation that ran through me still had megroaning and fighting the urge to thrust up into his leg. He was so close, but Iknew he’d never let me get away with it.
“Such a good boy. Do you know what youwant? Is there something you want to beg for?” I couldn’t decide who he wastalking to, but since my brains were scrambled, Scott answered.
“Anything, Master. Please.”
