Page 55 of Their Pup to Tame

Phoenix snorted and raised an eyebrow at me. “In that case, I’d be the only one carrying those, too.”

“You wound me with your truth,” I replied and tugged him in for another kiss, even as he chuckled.

“Out of curiosity,” Phoenix said as we broke the kiss, “how much stuff did you walk out of the store with that day?”

I felt my cheeks heat up, even as Aspen sputtered, “Two carts’ worth! I had one tiny bag of pens and a journal I’d found, and he bought half the store.”

Rubbing the back of my neck, I glanced between Aspen and Phoenix. “I’m pretty sure those laminate sheets were in one of the carts that day. I never had as much use for them as I thought I would.”

“That’s not the way I remember it,” Aspen remarked.

“You cad! You cannot tell him that story,” I said, turning to glare at him.

“I’m willing to pay whatever bribe it will take to hear the truth about those laminate sheets,” Phoenix said, throwing the gauntlet down.

That wasn’t fair, and yet so like him to put me in a predicament where I was debating being the one to share the story. Once I heard what he was offering, anyway.

“What are you willing to start the bidding at, pup?” Aspen asked.

“Warming the cock of whoever tells it for as long as they want me to,” Phoenix replied.

“He got it stuck to his face!” Aspen blurted.

So much for holding out.

“Hey, wait, that wasn’t all that happened. First, I got my thumbs stuck to it, then I finally managed to touch it to the paper, but it was crooked, and it got stuck to my hand and forearm when I tried to carefully peel the fuckin’ page off so it wouldn’t tear. At that point, the sheet had paper bits and fingerprints all over it, so I tried a second sheet.”

“And that’s when it got stuck to his face,” Aspen cackled.

“First off, it was just my nose.”

“And an eyebrow.”

“Okay, fine, and an eyebrow, but still, it wasn’t stuck to my whole face.”

“Old married couple take two.” Phoenix snickered. “I love living with you guys.”

“Let’s see if you still say that in the dead of winter when he’s trying to climb into your flannel because he’s cold,” Parker pointed out.

“There’s an easy solution to that,” Phoenix declared, pulling Aspen in for a hug. “I’ll just buy bigger flannels.”

He nibbled Aspen’s ear as he said it, making him giggle.

“Guess it’s triple XL flannels for all then,” I declared.

“And blankets. Large, thick, fluffy blankets we can all cuddle up naked under while we watch movies,” Phoenix murmured, causing goosebumps to crop up along Aspen’s arms.

Aspen shuddered and caressed the back of his neck. “I like the sound of that!”

“Now you get to lose your pants,” Phoenix declared.

“Bossy pup,” Aspen said, caressing his cheek.

“Yup,” Phoenix replied with a cheeky grin. “And Parker gets to pick the movie.”

“And pout because I should have just blurted the story out the moment you offered to bribe someone.”

“Why didn’t you?” Phoenix asked while Aspen let his silk pajama bottoms hit the floor for about a second before he picked them up, neatly folded them, and set them on the coffee table.