They both started to shift in their seatsand gave me matching needy expressions. Scott nodded and Ryan mumbled a quiet “yes”before they both took deep breaths and straightened in their seats.
Scott cleared his throat a couple of timesthen looked over at the history museum. “I can’t wait to show you my favoriteexhibits.”
I looked back at Ryan to see him smiling atScott. He met my eyes, and we both glanced over at Scott and smiled. Ryanreached out a hand and squeezed Scott’s shoulder while I nodded and leaned overto kiss Scott’s cheek. “I can’t wait to see your favorites too.”
I couldn’t wait to learn everything aboutboth of my boys.
Chapter 4
Scott
“That was great. Did you see the displayon—” I turned to see Ryan and Dare grinning at me with nearly identical expressions.“What?”
Dare was the first one to respond. Hereached out and squeezed my arm before letting his hand pull away slowly. “Youjust get so excited. It’s cute.”
I felt a blush start to creep up my cheeks.I wasn’t sure if I needed to apologize or just crawl under one of the cars inthe parking lot. Before I could decide, Ryan reached out and rested his hand onmy shoulder.
“No, we like that you had fun and that you’reso fucking smart. Don’t feel embarrassed.” Ryan’s words bolstered my confidence,and I glanced back at Dare.
He was smiling, but this time it was moretender and a bit sheepish. “I didn’t mean to embarrass you. I like smart. It’ssexy, and I love how excited you get.”
We were adults. I just had to keepreminding myself of that. Just because teenagers didn’t see the value in brainsdidn’t mean people stayed that way. Smart meant better jobs and moreinteresting things to talk about on a first date than the latest reality TVcraze—or that’s what Ryan had repeatedly said.
I took a deep breath. “I had fun.”
I was clearly going to dazzle him with myintellect.
Dare’s smile widened. “I’m glad. I want tomake sure we’re doing things you both enjoy.” Then he turned to give a teasinglook at Ryan. “Some people just give vague answers about what they want to do,and I liked knowing what would make you happy.”
That made me chuckle. “I’m glad I made youhappy.”
Then, feeling a little more confident, Iglanced over at Ryan and grinned. “See. I wasn’t difficult to deal with.”
Ryan barked out a laugh. “You don’t get toclaim props for that. I told him what you’d like.”
I shrugged. “That doesn’t matter. I madehim happy.”
Groaning, Ryan shook his head. “Cheater.”
Dare laughed and put his hands on our arms,steering us toward the car. “Come on. No fighting or no one gets a rewardlater.”
He said it like he could have beenpromising us both ice cream, but from the shiver that raced through Ryan, wewere both picturing more interesting rewards. Dirtier, if I was lucky.
Was I supposed to tell Dare that?
He knew I’d never bottomed for anyone, andI thought I’d made it pretty clear I was…curious, but I wasn’t sure if he waswaiting for me to mention it specifically or not. Was the sub supposed to comeright out and ask to be fucked the first time or should I wait for Dare tobring it up?
I needed more rules.
I liked knowing expectations, and I wantedto please him. In this case, I had a feeling that meant I needed to understandthe rules of BDSM—or at the very least, his version of it. Maybe that should beourversion of it. I knew that there were endless variations of BDSM andother alternative lifestyles, but I wasn’t sure what ours would look like.
A little voice in the back of my head saidhe was trying to take it slow and not rush things, but I wasn’t sure slow waswhat I wanted. It felt like I’d been doing slow for years, and I was ready togo faster—a lot faster.
I’d woken up hard as a rock, wrapped inRyan’s arms, dreaming about them fucking me. The way Ryan’s dick had beentucked up against my crack hadn’t made it any easier to shake the fantasy. It’dbeen so real I’d almost wanted to beg him to touch me more, but Dare’s wordswere still stuck in my head. He wanted us both hard and needy for our date.
As we approached Dare’s car, a mid-sizedcompact that wasn’t cheap, I expected him to pull out the keys and get in thedriver’s seat. Ryan even started to call shotgun before Dare laughed and shookhis head. “I get to choose who sits where.”
Something about the way he said it haddirty things flying through my head.
