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Clearly, I’d been out in the backyard too long if I’d misseda sexy fashion show. Someone else was definitely going to do the mowing nexttime. This was much more interesting.
And I wasn’t even going to focus on how cute it was thatScott had been making more room for me. Even I had to admit how many clothes Ihad over at their house now, not that I was going to look too closely at why.
Besides, they’d just moved into the new house and we hadn’teven been dating that long.
We needed at least a few months of serious dating before weapproached conversations like that.
Right?
Pushing those thoughts to the back of my head, I smiled atRyan’s insistence on relationship rules.
“You had to try them on because I knew they’d be fuck-mepants.” Ryan sounded like he thought Scott was just a bit dense for notunderstanding his point. “And they are. So now I need to know why you have fuck-mepants and you have to talk to Dare.”
Scott made a quiet sound that had me picturing him hittingRyan over the head with one of the pillows on the bed…or possibly somethingharder.
Ryan huffed, at least sensing Scott’s frustration even if hedidn’t seem to have any self-preservation instincts. “I don’t make the rules.That’s not my job here.”
Scott was going to kill him.
“It’s not my job to ask him.” Scott sounded like he wastaking a deep breath. “You’re the one who’s curious, so you have to ask himabout going to the weird bar.”
Ohhh.
“Nope.” Ryan had to be shaking his head again. “You’re theone with fuck-me pants.”
What the hell were fuck-me pants?
Finally giving in to my curiosity, I inched forward andleaned against the doorframe. Scott was standing there wearing only black pantsthat Ryan was right to callfuck-me pants. They were tight as hell andcupped every inch and bulge, and yes, they did make me want to grab his ass atthe very least.
Letting out a low moan, I grinned as they blushed andsquirmed like two kids who’d gotten caught eating cookies in the back of the closet.“Yes, I’d have to agree with Ryan. Those are definitely fuck-me pants.”
Scott sighed, rolling his eyes as Ryan nodded eagerly. Mynaughty boy was excited to have me on his side because his hands gesturedwildly as he spoke. “They really are, and they mean something, so he hassomething to ask you.”
Not overly smooth, but he got points for enthusiasm—and forjust making Scott want to kill him.
It took a lot to push my shy boy’s buttons.
Scott looked like he was trying to decide what to get pissedabout first, but unsurprisingly, he focused on the pants as he turned to me.“Are you sure these look alright?”
He glanced down like he thought they were obscene.
But as he turned and gave me a better view of his deliciousbulge, I decided they were yummy. “They’re incredible. Why weren’t you wearingthese when I met you?”
He looked down the line of his body again before glancing upand shrugging. “Because…they’re…two sizes too small? They’re a pair Iaccidently bought ages ago. I forgot to return them and after a while they justgot shoved to the back of my closet.”
Hmm, it sounded believable.
But that didn’t make the pants any less incredible.
Ryan wasn’t convinced, though. He crossed his arms over hischest and charged back in. “When did you buy those?”
Scott sighed again, but there was something in hisexpression that had me doubting his sincerity. “I didn’t buy them on purpose. Itwas an accident. That’s why I never wore them.”
Realizing how carefully he hadn’t answered Ryan’s question, Ifinally decided to poke a bit. “If you really didn’t want them, you would havetaken them back to the store.”
“But—”
Ryan interrupted. “You took back the peanut butter when youaccidently bought the wrong kind. Those are expensive pants. You’d have neverwasted money like that.”
