“Don’t what?” I ask attentively.
“Shane is incapable of ‘eyeballing’ anything.” Chase rats him out. “He’s a perfectionist. He needs exact measurements, parameters, length, width, height and weight when it comes to everything”.
“I do not.” Shane argues, straightening his posture offensively.
Chase cocks a disputing eyebrow.
“When I met you, you couldn’t marinate a steak without making sure every single inch was perfectly coated with the same about of sauce.” Chase eyeballs me. “One night I couldn’t decide if he wanted me to starve or just wanted to taunt me with raw meat.”
Shane reacts affronted. “Neither. I was nervous and wanted to impress you.” He confesses. “It was one of our first dates.” He slips in. “And I can’t help if I have a highly-developed eye.”
“No one is faulting you for your talent, but please don’t make me starve in your strive for greatness.” Chase clearly loves messing with him.
“Shut up.” Shane snaps lightheartedly.
I press my lips together, entertained by the two of them as I stir.
“Would you like to share your thoughts with the rest do the class, Ms. Reeves?” Chase notes my quiet amusement.
“Yes. You. The two of you.”
“What about us?” They flank me like two curious cats on the prowl, pressing in close, caging me between dual walls of solid, bare muscle.
I place the mixing bowl down unruffled and look up at them. “You’re cute. The two of you together.”
“Cute?” Shane curls his lip. “We’re sexy.” He corrects me haughtily, lowering his face to mine. “Sexy, and mysterious anddangerous,” he hums forcibly before he takes a frisky, yet formidable bite of my neck.
I squeal as his incisors sink into my skin.
“Think twice about calling us cute, huh?” Chase adds fuel to the fire as Shane chomps away at me.
“Yes,” I giggle and squirm as Shane attacks my neck like a bloodthirsty vampire.
“Lesson learned.” Shane sucks on my jugular one last time before he releases me.
“You two don’t play fair.” I whine coquettishly, rubbing my tender spot.
“We know.” Chase tickles the tip of my nipple now pointing out from underneath the white cotton of my shirt. “Don’t you forget it.” He slaps my ass dominantly. “Now feed us, woman.”
“I would,”—I glare at them hostilely as they move around the island to take a seat across from me—“if two people would leave me be.”
“We won’t touch anymore. Scouts honor.” Chase holds up his hand.Oh, he’s a Boy Scout now?
“Until we’re done eating. Then all bets are off.” Shane tacks on.
“Deal.” I rise to the challenge. After the explosive interlude this morning, they can touch me all they damn well please.
While I have Shane and Chase at a distance, I pour the batter into the waffle iron. As it cooks I quickly cut up some strawberries.
“Need some assistance?” Chase shakes the whipped cream can with a troublemaking look in his eyes.
“Not yet, but I’ll let you know.” I put my hand up.
He shrugs, “fine.” He turns the can on himself and shoots some sweet cream into his mouth. Shane’s expression morphs into something sexually twisted as he watches Chase swallow the white cream down.
“Excite you did I?” Chase, with that same troublemaking gleam, points the nozzle at Shane’s mouth. Shane opens up readily.
I will never look at whipped cream the same way again.
