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Ryan’s lips were clamped together, trying not to laugh, soScott took one for the team and stroked my legs, trying to calm me down. “Weappreciate that, and we love how careful you are with us. But I think whatwe’re very badly trying to say is that no matter what you want to talk about,we know we can answer you honestly.”
The brats already knew what I was going to say.
“Is there something you two want to bring up?” Studying boththeir faces, I tried to look stern, but they were just having too much fun withthe whole thing.
“No, Master.” Ryan grinned, giving up on looking serious.“We were waiting for you to bring up anything you wanted to talk about.”
Scott nodded. “Conversations are a Master thing.”
Sure they were.
“No, conversations are for everyone so that we don’t makeassumptions.” I narrowed my gaze at them. “Like keeping a Master from assumingthat his boys are deliberately hiding from a conversation since they won’tbring it up.”
They both shrugged, not looking apologetic at all.
“Um, sorry?” My naughty boy was not going to win any pointsfor lying to his Master.
“Yes, you appearverysorry.” My dry response hadScott nearly giggling this time.
Clearly trying not to get in any more trouble, Ryan aimedfor an innocent expression. “Was there something you wanted to talk to usabout, Master?”
Deciding not to play into the teasing, I nodded. “Yes, myparents want you to come over for dinner tonight.”
Well, they’d asked about tonight and I’d dragged my feet,not wanting to overwhelm the boys, but if they were feeling this cheeky, thenthey could handle my parents.
Wide eyes blinked up at me in utter silence.
Ha.
Served them right for being brats.
“Really?” Ryan swallowed, trying to figure out how torespond. “I thought we were going to get takeout.”
“My mother has been texting me all week.” I leaned over andgave them both quick kisses. “She’s jealous that you’ve already met everyoneelse, and if we don’t show up soon, she’s going to burst from envy.”
And my dad was getting tired of hearing about the vaguelysnide comments she was making every time one of my siblings mentioned thatthey’d met the guys first.
God, my family was annoying.
“So how about we trade takeout for homemade lasagna?” Givingthem a moment to process the idea, I waited, slowly stroking over their chestsand exploring their sexy bodies. “She even made homemade breadsticks, and she’sbeen texting me pictures all afternoon.”
She was so dramatic and manipulative…and people wonderedwhere I got it from.
“All your family?” Scott’s question was somewhatunderstandable, but he fixed it before I could respond. “I mean, will all yourfamily be there?”
Ryan jumped in. “Now, I mean, we’d have to leave soon,right?”
“Yes, and probably about half the drama queens will bethere.” I shrugged. “I didn’t say yes, so they won’t be expecting us or itwould’ve been the whole troop.”
And whoever didn’t show up was going to pout for weeks.
It’d be fun.
“Lasagna. Breadsticks.” I trailed my fingers down theirtorsos, not quite playing with their cocks but teasing over their bulges beforegoing back up their bodies. “What do you think?”
Thinking was not their strong suit at the moment, but Scottswallowed. “Will they be upset if we just randomly show up?”
Since his family were dicks, I had a feeling there wassomething very real behind that question. “No, I’ll give her a heads-up rightbefore we get there and she will be over the moon. If we really want to impressher, we can grab wine and dessert before heading over. If we hurry, that bakerywill still be open and we can grab cannoli.”
