“I’ll give you dibs on the next movie night.”
“We don’t have movie nights. We only had one use for that movie room.”
I watch them, my head whipping back and forth.
“I’ll let you touch my ass.”
“You would let me do that, anyway.”
“I’ll suck your dick every day for a month.”
Zane pauses, and I think Gage finally has them. “I could make you do that, anyway.”
Gage’s mouth pops open. “What kind of man do you think I am?”
Zane flips the stove off and turns around, crossing his arms over his chest. “Do you want me to answer that?”
“Yes.”
“Okay,” Zane drops his arms and steps forward, “I think I can make you do anything I want.”
“No fucking way,” Gage argues; he turns on his heel to walk away. He gets two steps.
“Gage,” Zane says in that deep voice he uses to get your attention. Or make your dick stand at attention.
Gage pauses mid-step and swings back around. “Did you just fucking daddy voice me?”
I snort and slide into the kitchen chair, watching this all go down.
Zane takes another step forward. “Come here.”
Gage narrows his eyes. “No.”
Zane takes another step forward; Gage takes one step back. “Come here.” More of a demand laces his tone.
Ryder walks in, looks between them, then joins me at the table. “What’s going on?”
“Just watch,” I tell him. Ireallywant to know how this plays out.
“Don’t use that tone with me,” Gage says, but I can see he’s struggling. I’m trying so hard not to laugh at this point.
“Gage,” Zane growls, and I watch Ryder’s eyes widen. “Come. Here.” Gage shakes his head, making his hair fly everywhere. “Now.” Ryder chokes on a laugh when Gage takes the three steps to put him right in front of Zane. Zane leans forward. “Good boy,” he whispers loudly, then laughs and steps back.
Zane walks to Ryder and kisses him gently on the lips. “Morning, Love.”
“Morning,” Ryder replies with a smile. Gage and I look at each other at the same time and then back at them. Zane rubs his thumb across Ryder’s bottom lip, smiling softly.
“Okay. I need to know what the hell that was,” Gage says, gesturing wildly to Ryder and Zane.
Zane pecks Ryder’s lips again. “That was none of your fucking business.”
“Come on! You just good boy’d me. Does that mean nothing to you?!”
Zane goes back to the stove. “It proved my point; that’s what it meant. And I’m not wearing them.”
Gage glares at the back of Zane’s head, making me and Ryder laugh. “Fine. You’re uninvited.”
Zane snorts. “You can’t uninvite me to my own…you know.”
