Niall chuckled, wrapping his arms aroundKeegan’s hips so he could squeeze his ass. “Chairs will be a necessity if youwant us here while you work and if you expect us to get anything done.”
Rolling his hips, Keegan moaned quietly ashe rubbed his cock against Niall. “But the bed is perfect.”
Reaching up, I stroked my hand over hischest and pinched one nipple. “I agree. But I’m going to need a comfortableplace to sit while you sketch Niall.”
That had both of them turning to me.Keegan’s eyes lit up like that was a wonderful idea, but Niall looked morethoughtful. “You want to be there?”
He wasn’t just asking about the sketchingpart…but I wasn’t sure what else he was curious about, so I kept my answer simple.“Yes.”
Maybe too simple.
He kept staring at me like he was waitingfor something else, but guessing would just get us into trouble again.
Keegan finally giggled. “God, you two areterrible at talking.”
He shook his head like we were misbehavingchildren. “Clearly, we now know why I was put on this earth…sexy art and tokeep you two from killing each other.”
That was quite possible.
“We’re not arguing.” I didn’t want eitherof them to think I was pissed or frustrated.
“But you’re not really communicatingeither.” Keegan looked between us and got this very teacher-looking expressionon his face. “Niall? Julian thinks you’re just as hot as I do and he likesbeing with all of us together, so of course he’s going to want to see you lookingall sexy and alpha for me in the sketches.”
Then our boy turned to me.
“Julian.” He got a stern look that was cuteand sexy at the same time. “Niall needs to know we’re all safe when we dosomething and he was probably assuming that was why you wanted to be theretoo.”
“That’s stupid. I know he’d never hurt you.I just want to watch.” I knew I should’ve said that better when Keegan narrowedhis gaze at me and Niall stiffened.
Shit.
Had to fix it.
“He’s hot and he knows it. I shouldn’t haveto pander to his ego.” Okay, still asshole mode but Keegan rolled his eyes asNiall huffed.
He wasn’t pissed anymore, though, so Ithought that was an improvement.
“Niall, stop pouting.” Keegan wagged afinger at him like he was some kind of stern kindergarten teacher. “Assume goodintentions.”
As I laughed, our bossy little sub turnedto me. “And stop making him angry when you’re feeling vulnerable.”
Uh. He was going right for a gut shot withthat one.
“Brat.”
My response had him fighting to keep up thestern look, but he just wanted to giggle so it wasn’t working. “I think youneed to kiss and make up. I want to see my two sexy Doms being nice, please.”
So that was his goal?
Manipulative little brat.
But talking usually got me in trouble, so Istayed quiet and did the broody Dom thing. Unfortunately, instead of using itas an opportunity to be the Dom in our odd relationship, Niall just looked atKeegan too.
God, he was no help.
Keegan sighed. “This is like sitcom levelbad, guys.”
Niall didn’t get it at all. “What?”
