Page 141 of Pucking Tangled
Casey flopped dramatically on top of him before he could get up.
“Ugh. What the fuck, Case? Get off me.” Despite his words, humor laced Waylon’s voice.
Luca half-smiled, their bickering like background music. Familiar. Anchoring.
But his focus was on Mia.
“You heard the man. Pajama time.” She gently led him upstairs.
They paused outside his bedroom door.
“Are you ready for bed, or do you want to go back down and watch a movie?” Mia asked.
Luca shrugged. “I think I could handle a movie.”
She nodded. “Okay. I’ll change and meet you right backhere.” She reached up and kissed him before fluttering away.
He stepped into his room and hesitated. Usually, he wore a pair of shorts and a t-shirt around the house, only to strip out of them to sleep in his boxers at night. But he was feeling bold, and dare he admit it, comfortable enough to say ‘fuck it’.Everyone already saw him naked, so why couldn’t he just watch a movie with everyone wearing only his black boxer briefs?
His mind made up, Luca shucked his pants and his shirt, then walked back out into the hallway to wait for Mia. She wasn’t far behind him.
When she saw what he was wearing, she paused and looked up at him. “Wow. Uhm.” She licked her lips.
“Is this okay with you?” Luca asked with a smirk.
“Unexpected, but absolutely okay.”
One downside to wearing nothing but his boxers? There was no way to hide his hard-on.
Oh well.
They padded down the stairs and back into the living room, where Waylon had already claimed one end of the sectional and Casey was sitting on the floor with his back against Owen’s legs while Owen massaged his shoulders.
Mia sat down between Waylon and patted the empty space on the other side for Luca to join her. He dropped down beside her. His skin felt warm, hypersensitive, like every inch of him was aware she was beside him—and so were the others.
Casey glanced over and blinked. “Whoa. Luca. Legs.”
Waylon sat up straighter and looked over at him. “Wait, you’re not wearing pants?”
“Technically, boxers are pants,” Luca deadpanned.
“I’m not complaining,” Mia added casually.
Luca saw the heat flickering in Waylon’s eyes.
“Quick,” Owen said, handing the remote to Casey. “Find something to watch before they start removing more clothing.”
The opening bars of Ginuwine’s“Pony”filled the living room, and Luca knew—knew—this was not a coincidence.
“You didn’t,” he said, narrowing his gaze at Casey.
“I absolutely did,” Casey said, way too proud of himself as theMagic Mike XXLtitle screen lit up the TV. “You’re welcome.”
“I’m gonna need popcorn and holy water,” Waylon muttered, then grinned.
Owen just shook his head and leaned back, stretching one arm along the back of the couch, entirely unbothered as Casey got up off the floor and curled up next to him.
Mia was already laughing. “This is exactly the kind of unhinged energy I needed tonight.”
