Lacey's Luhpynes(30)

Lacey laughed like mad. She couldn't help it. Shaking her head, she  looked at the men. "Oh God, I love it. I hope he made you boys do a lot  of things for him to make up for that. Poor man." She snickered. "I feel  for the guy, and I'm glad that your punishment fit the crime. Sorry  boys, but there it is."

"Our punishments always fit the crime. Though we did get a lot better at  ensuring we didn't get caught after that. We were actually pretty good  at staying clean on our capers," Ansell said. He gave a chuckle. "They  suspected but since there was absolutely no proof, they couldn't point  the finger."

"Oh lordy. We are in for a world of hurt when we have a family aren't  we?" Her grin was clear even in her voice. "I look forward to it  though." Lacey spoke as she cuddled up closer to Ansell. "And I really  look forward to reminding you boys of your ‘capers' and what you did in  the past."

"You can remind us, but it really only works if we feel shame. Other  than the one with Sam there is no guilt associated with any of them," he  said with a shrug. His fingers began to stroke up and down her arm. "So  if you want to bring them up, go ahead, just be prepared for the  consequences that may come of it."

"Right, well I will make sure that if I do bring it up I am ready to  deal with the consequences. But really, what are you going to do? Spank  me?" Her tone was one of pure suggestion and desire. "Please?" she  added.

Zhubin threw his head back to laugh. "Oh darling, little mate," Ansell  said on a very definite growl. "We thought you'd never ask." His teeth  snapped next to her ear. A moment later the vehicle changed direction.  "We're coming up the drive to the house. You ready, Lacey?"

"Damn," she muttered, and licked her lips. "Okay, well I guess I am."  She had actually been more ready to jump them than anything. "You  totally owe me a spanking," she all but purred. "Because I really,  really like that by the way. Spankings. Being tied up. Blindfolded. I'm  not your average gal."

"We already know that, Lacey," Zhubin said, smiling at her. "But let's  worry about the mating first before we work on all your sexy little  kinky fantasies, shall we?" The vehicle slid to a smooth stop and he got  out holding a hand to her. "Sam will take the bags up to a room so all  you need to think about now are the parents."

"Oh crap," she muttered. "I had really and truly thought that maybe we  would have some time before we had to do that." Taking a deep breath she  nodded and sighed. "Okay," she murmured and placed her hand trustingly  into Ansell's. "Let's go and meet the 'rents, shall we?"

Chuckling, Zhubin squeezed her hand. Tugging, he led her up the walk  toward the house. A large male, obviously his father, stood with a  smaller female who was fidgeting. "Mother, Father, I'd like you to meet  Lacey, our mate. Lace, this is Thorin and Gennette, my parents."

"Hello, Lacey Rose," Thorin's voice in person was deeper than over the  feeds. Odd thing to notice, but she did. "It's a pleasure to meet you  finally in person."

"Thank you. It is a pleasure to meet you as well." Lacey leaned into  Zhubin, and twined her other hand with Ansell's. "So I heard a story  about these boys burning off poor Sam's eyebrows and part of his hair,  were they always that rotten?" When she looked up at Zhubin and then  Ansell however there was no doubting her emotions for the men.                       
       
           



       

"Most of the time," Thorin muttered.

Gennette smacked him and moved closer. She came to a stop though, a foot  from Lacey, her hands clenched tight before her. "They were not always  so rotten. They were high-energy boys who didn't like being stuck  indoors. I hope that you don't think it's a reflection upon us my dear."

"Not at all." Lacey let go of her men and impulsively gave the woman a  hug. "Thank you for giving me the two men that I love more than life  itself. I hope that we can talk later? Just the two of us? I have so  many questions."

Gennette's arms came around Lacey quickly. "We can talk all you want,  Lacey. You are to be my daughter, a most precious gift. Whatever you  wish to discuss I will freely and gladly give voice to. I only hope I  have all the answers to the questions you hold, my dear."

Lacey smiled and nodded. "I like that idea. A lot. I like the idea of  being able to talk to you. Thank you," she whispered and gave the woman  another hug she nodded. She moved back to her men's sides and smiled.  "Can we go in?" She knew she was the one who was keeping them from going  inside.

"Absolutely." She smiled and turned to her mate. "Well, why are you  still standing there, Thorin? Get inside. I'm sure the girl would like a  good stiff drink about now. I know I need one to help settle these  damned nerves." She moved up the steps and pushed Thorin through the  door. "Bring her along, boys. Now!"

"Yes ma'am," both said with huge grins.

Lacey grinned. "I like her," she confessed to her men. "Thank you. For  bringing me here. For being willing to share your mom with me." She gave  both her men a small hug and followed, looking over her shoulder and  saying, "Well, come on, guys. Your mom mentioned booze and I'm so there  with her. Damn nerves."

"That excuse doesn't work when you're not nervous anymore," Zhubin said.  They caught up with her easily just inside the door. "You just like the  idea of getting your hands on some Luhpyne alcohol. You do realize that  it's nothing like human alcohol."

"Really?" Well that was something she didn't know. "And who says that  I'm not still nervous? I still have to have a conversation with your mom  so that I can figure out what I'm doing with this whole mating thing."  She honestly didn't know what in the world she was doing, just that she  loved these men completely and fully.

"We all know you're going to do it," Ansell was the one to say. "Just  don't imbibe too liberally, Lacey. When Zhu says it's stronger, he means  a lot stronger. Take your most potent alcohol and kick it up a hundred  or so notches. You'll be relatively close to just how potent it is.  Whatever you do, drink lots of water while drinking the alcohol.  Otherwise that conversation may end up being a tell-all that Gennette  really doesn't need to hear."

"Right, well it's not like the three of us have done anything so it's  not like I can tell her a great deal," she teased him. "Don't worry, I  don't plan on having a great deal of drink because I want to have a full  and clear mind tonight. We are going to complete our mating tonight,  right?"

"Yes but you've been watching us for five years. The Gods only know what  questions you might spout off with if you were drinking." Ansell  muttered behind her as they walked through the large entrance, down a  wide light-colored hallway and through a very large doorway. They all  moved directly to the long, deep and low-slung sofas.

"Here you are." Gennette passed Lacey a small glass. There was only a  small splash of clear liquid that sparkled slightly at the bottom. "I  thought I'd let you try this first and see if you liked it before giving  you a full glass. If you don't, we have quite the selection for you to  try."

"Thank you, Gennette," Lacey said with a smile. "And it's my  understanding that Luhpyne alcohol is far stronger than anything that  I'm used to so I think very small drinks would be very good for me for  the next while."

"Oh, it most definitely is. I've also got water jugs all over the place  with glasses next to them. If you need some water don't even ask, just  grab it yourself. It helps to dilute the effects but, for reasons beyond  me, it only works as a separate entity. Mixing it with the alcohol does  nothing at all."

"How strange. Thank you for that though." She would have tried to do  just that. She would have tried to cut the booze with water. Taking her  drink she leaned against Ansell when he wrapped his arms around her from  behind and sighed happily. This was what she needed.                       
       
           



       

"Thanks, Dad." Zhubin took two glasses from his father, passing one to  Ansell. He took a sip and nodded. "Brought out the old stock did you?"  He chuckled.

"Figured we might as well dust off one of the bottles, given the  occasion," Thorin said. Sitting on a sofa across from Lacey and Ansell  he tugged his mate down next to him. "Quit fussing, Genny, she's not  going to be upset if a plate is a micron out of position."