Page 74 of These Pucking Boys: Part Two

Two days after my trip to San Diego with the boys, the principal informed the school faculty that Jake, Lachy, Ryan, and Banksy were coming to the school to talk to the students this Friday. I thought that only my boys would come, but the more the merrier. The kids will be so excited.

I’m cooking them dinner tonight, and I asked to host. I love their apartment, but tonight I wanted to be home—even if it’s temporary. The pets are all on their best behavior, including Admiral, who hasn’t cursed in days.

For once, I’m not running behind. I’ve showered, and I’m wearing a super cute new dress that I know the boys will love. It’s a white eyelet fabric with a sweetheart neckline that makes my boobs look great. It’s tight around my waist and hips, then the skirt flares out, stopping mid-thigh.

There’s a knock on the door, and Lachy opens it. I’d already told them I’d leave it unlocked.

“Good evening, lass. What smells so good?”

I stop for a second and watch my three hotter-than-sin boyfriends walk in. My heart overflows with so much love that I can barely breathe.

“It’s the chili,” I say. “We’re having Frito pie.”

“That sounds delicious.” Lachy snakes an arm around my waist and pulls me to him, claiming my mouth in a hot and delicious kiss. It makes me dizzy in an instant. Mercifully, he steps back quickly.

But I don’t have a chance to recover because Jake and Ryan kiss me next, and it’s like they’re competing for who can make my head spin faster. By the time all the greetings are done, I’m flustered and burning up. I open the fridge and stay in front of it for a couple beats.

“What are you looking for, darling?” Jake asks.

“Nothing. I’m just cooling off.” I shut the fridge door and turn around. They’re all staring at me with shit-eating grins. “Don’t let that go to your heads.”

“Too late.” Ryan smiles. “I brought dessert.” He points at the foil-covered baking dish.

I frown. “You didn’t need to bring dessert. I said I had vanilla ice cream.”

“I know, but I had the time and the inspiration.” He shrugs.

I arch a brow. “What did you make?”

“Fresh peach cobbler.” His grin broadens.

My cheeks become hotter. I guess I was the inspiration. “That sounds amazing. I haven’t had peach cobbler in a long time.”

“I can’t wait to try it,” Jake pipes up, looking at me as if I’m the dessert. Who am I kidding? They aresoplanning on eating peach cobbler off me. It’s become our thing.

Ryan turns the oven on while I finish laying out the ingredients for the Frito pie. He pinches my ass as he walks by but runs away before I can retaliate.

“I’ll get you later,” I say.

“Bring it on.”

“Well... dinner is ready.” I point at the slow cooker, which holds the steamy chili. Then I open the bags of Frito chips.

I let the boys serve themselves first before I fill my bowl and join them at the table. Mrs. Carpenter has a square table instead of rectangular, which works out perfectly for us. I’m not too far from any one of them. Jake picks up the bottle of red wine he brought and asks if I want some.

“Just one glass. I do have to work tomorrow.”

“Right... but you don’t have to go to sleep early, do you?” He arches a brow.

I shake my head, smiling. “Nope.”

Once everyone has their drinks, Jake lifts the glass. “A toast to our beautiful chef.”

Ryan bats his eyelashes. “Aww, thanks, Jakey.”

“You’re such an eejit,” Lachy mutters.

I laugh. “You’re all silly.”

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