Chapter 8
Preston
I frowned at Eli as Casey threw his arms around me, grinning like a lunatic. “You’re my boyfriend.”
Eli ignored my displeasure because he had his hands full with Lane who seemed to be trying to hush Casey. “Shh, but don’t forget to tell him we didn’t ask anything. I don’t want to get in trouble.”
Casey nodded so enthusiastically he started to tip over. Holding him tight to keep my drunk-off-his-ass boyfriend upright, I tried to smile at him. Casey tightened his grip on me again. “Hi. I’m supposed to tell you that Lane and Eli didn’t ask me any questions, so they can’t get in trouble. Did you know Lane and Eli get spanked?”
I wasn’t sure how to answer that one, so I nodded and kissed Casey’s forehead. “Yes, just let me talk to Eli one minute.”
He cuddled into me, still smiling, but popped up before he could even relax completely. “Okay. Oh, am I supposed to call you Sir? That’s what Lane said you might want to be called. That, or Master. But I’m not sure Master sounds right. What do you think?”
Lane nodded and jumped into the conversation before I could answer Casey. “But I didn’t pester him or ask him about what he likes, so I can’t get in trouble.”
I tried not to laugh, but it was becoming almost impossible. “No one will get in trouble.”
“Oh good.” Casey cuddled back against me, and I took a deep breath before focusing on Eli.
“You have a very good explanation for this, don’t you?” He’d better.
“We went out for drinks. I was the DD because I knew you wouldn’t want him getting into a cab or something like that drunk, so I was going to take them both home. Well, the drinks were stronger than I expected. I didn’t realize it until they were halfway through the second one, and Casey actually started getting chatty.” He huffed and shook his head. “This is not my fault.”
Casey pulled away and gave me what he probably thought was a stern look. “Eli can’t get in trouble. He didn’t ask questions, and I didn’t tell them about the panties or anything.”
Panties?
“Okay, cutie. I promise no one is getting in trouble.” At that, Casey threw his arms around me again.
“You’re the bestest boyfriend, maybe Sir, ever.” Casey was completely serious and very touchy-feely, but Lane found it funny in some way because he started to giggle.
Casey turned and gave him a huge smile. “We’re not in trouble. See, I told you. He’s not mad.”
Lane returned his smile and then looked at Eli. “We’re not in trouble. We didn’t even ask him about being a sub or anything.”
Eli couldn’t seem to decide if he wanted to collapse onto the sidewalk in a fit or just go to bed. “This is not my fault.”
I snorted. “You got them drunk.”
“It was a new bartender, and Casey’s so quiet it took me entirely too long to realize how drunk he was.” Eli rolled his eyes as Lane started to dance on the sidewalk.
How he was staying upright in those heels I’d never know.
Casey sighed as he watched Lane. “You’re so pretty.”
Then he turned that sweet, drunk-as-a-skunk smile on me. “Isn’t he so pretty, Sir?”
He let out a giggle that distracted Lane. When Lane stopped dancing, Casey gave a loud stage whisper he probably thought was quiet. “I called Preston ‘Sir.’”
Lane broke down in giggles too. “That’s only if he’s your Dom. But don’t tell me because I can’t ask. We’re not soooober.”
That had them both laughing again. All Eli could seem to do was curse.
Deciding that we needed some order, I tightened my grip on Casey and focused on Eli. “Are you going to take Lane home?”
Eli shook his head. “That was the plan to begin with, but he’s too drunk. I called Wilder after we got off the phone. He should be here any minute. He was just down the street working and was almost done when I called.”
“Good.” I’d never seen Lane so free or so drunk. As I thought about it, I couldn’t remember seeing him drink much of anything. “How pissed are they going to be at you tomorrow?”
