Page 53 of Stetson
I moved from my seat to stand at the foot of the bed. “Slow down, boy.”
His pace faltered, and he peered over his shoulder at me. “What?” he whined, too close to the edge to think.
My pants hit the ground, my shirt following. “You heard me, boy. If you want to come tonight, you’ll listen.”
With one more whimper of protest, Stetson obeyed. Barrett cast a confused glance over Stetson’s shoulder, slowing his own movements. I knelt on the mattress, slowly stroking my cock with one hand while the other found the lube. Once my fingers were slicked up, I tossed the bottle aside. Matching groans from both of them nearly triggered my orgasm, but I wasn’t losing it before I felt Stetson around me one way or another. As I settled between Barrett’s legs, he practically read my mind. With a tighter grip on Stetson’s hips, he slowed the boy even more.
Cool, slick fingers found the spot where Barrett railed into my boy, and Stetson’s movements stuttered. He peered over his shoulder. A satisfied smile, and he got the hint. “Color.”
“Green,” he panted, head falling against my chest. “So green.”
The next time Stetson lifted up, I lined a single finger up with Barrett’s shaft. Just one, but my boy took it like a champ. He swiftly begged for more, and I added a second. Three, and tears ran down his cheeks like rivers. “Please, Daddy,” he begged. “I need you. Please, please, please…”
He chanted like a prayer, slamming his hips down on my fingers and Barrett’s cock. I glanced at Barrett, and he had his bottom lip fixed between his teeth. Neither of us would last much longer. “I need one more color from you, little one,” I growled into Stetson’s ear.
He pried his eyes open, wet lashes glittering in the light. Then the corner of his lip quirked into that bratty smile I’d come to love. “Green.”
With that, I placed a hand over Barrett’s, using my other to guide my cockhead to Stetson’s entrance. Barrett’s thighs quivered to either side of me, and Stetson shook like a leaf. My thumb rubbed more lube into Stetson’s stretched skin. “Slowly,” I instructed.
Though when he sank down and my tip pushed through, I was the one gritting my teeth. Stetson let out a low, guttural groan, stealing inch by inch. Barrett muffled a curse. The drag of his shaft against mineinsideStetson was almost too much to bear. I dropped my hand, and Stetson was fully seated. With Barrett’s hands on his hips and mine laid over them, we both resisted the urge to move until Stetson adjusted. “How’s that feel?” I asked him.
“Good.” He licked his lips and twitched in our hold. “So good.”
Barrett took a deep breath before speaking. “Think you can come this way?”
“You’re both lucky I haven’t blown yet.”
I brought one hand to Stetson’s throat, holding him close to me. Barrett twisted his fingers through mine with the other hand. “Time to give us a show, baby boy.”
Stetson needed no further permission. He started slow, but quickly lost patience and rode us both relentlessly. I bit my cheek so hard that I tasted blood and upon hearing a curse, I knew Barrett had done the same.
Our eyes met, and we both had the same thought:
This boy had our hearts.
Stetson broke first, coming on a cry. Hot, sticky spurts painted his chest, my arm, and Barrett’s stomach. The sensation seemed to trigger a domino effect. Barrett next, mouth falling open on a silent scream. Stetson’s hole clenched around us, pulling my orgasm right out of me. My knees buckled, and I fought to stay upright. With nowhere else to go, come seeped out of Stetson’s ass, trickling down both my thighs and Barrett’s. Barrett and I rode out our climaxes, easing Stetson through the aftershocks that still shook his body. I was the first to pull out, and Barrett gave our boy a second to breathe before he did the same. I brushed tears away from his cheeks, while Barrett soothingly stroked his thumb over Stetson’s belly.
When prompted, Stetson turned his head to meet my mouth. “Thank you,” he whispered. He turned to Barrett, repeating himself and stealing a messy kiss from him as well. With my senses returning, I tightened my arm around Stetson and pulled him off the bed. I held on until he was steady on his feet.
“I love you.” I froze, simply looking at the boy in my arms who still panted for each breath, eyes darting between the two of us. “Both of you.”
Barrett seemed rooted to his spot kneeling on the bed. I moved first, cupping Stetson’s jaw in my hands and hauling him in for a bruising kiss. “I love you, too, baby.”
When our mouths parted, he looked over his shoulder again. Barrett’s face softened, his lips kicking up in that lazy half-grin that drove me wild. “I love you, Rookie.”
27
STETSON
Absolutely nothing could bringme down from my high. I never imagined that I’d be one to fall in love. At least, not yet. I wanted a career under my belt first. But with Barrett and Levi, it felt… natural. Nothing like falling at all.
We’d been existing in our own little bubble since that intense day at the field. The Division Series was less than twenty-four hours away and given that we were in different leagues, Barrett and I wouldn’t face off unless we both made it into the World Series. Home field advantage went to the team with the best stats, so we had less than a day together before we fought the biggest battle of the season. I intended to spend every waking moment in bed, wrapped up in my men, but I wasn’t so lucky.
At least they made me come again before I was pulled from bed and thrust into the shower—alone, for the first time. The only thing I concluded was that the space was way too big for one person. I rushed through washing and after wrapping a towel around my waist, returned to the bedroom. There, my gray slacks laid across the bed along with a matching sports coat and a white button-up shirt. Remembering the last time I’d had to dress up outside of a game, my heart raced. Levi stood off to the side, fastening the cuffs on his own shirt. “What’s going on?”
He smirked at me, and I willed my dick to go back to sleep. “It’s a surprise.”
Cue the stomach-churning nerves. I approached the bed but scanned the room, noting that we were down a person. “Where’s Barrett?”
