“He told his family about us!” Oliver tossed his phone onto the laundry basket full of clothes that were waiting to be taken upstairs and went into the kitchen to track down Troy. He walked, trying not to look like a teenager excited to be talking to their first crush.
Ever since the weekend Bryce had stayed over, their relationship had been getting more and more serious. At least, that’s how it felt to Oliver. Troy kept telling him to relax because they weren’t going to rush Bryce, but it was hard.
They’d talked most nights and had met for dinner several times. Oliver had even gone into the office to sign the new policies and talk through more of the fine print. To him, everything was moving along fabulously.
“It’s a good sign, you’re right.”
“I’m always right. And it’s a wonderful sign!” There hadn’t been a good way to ask Bryce if his family knew about them, so it had come right out of the blue when he started talking about his brothers and mentioned that they knew. A completely casual comment that probably sounded innocent, but felt incredible to Oliver.
“Is he getting off work early enough to have dinner still?” Troy went back to stirring the pot on the stove, his calm expression betrayed by the pleasure Oliver could see in his eyes.
“Yes, he’s on his way.” He was coming over to the house to have dinner. Bryce had been making an effort to leave early enough to do things with them most evenings.
Troy had even left work early enough to make homemade pasta sauce. It was his obsession, so Oliver didn’t even volunteer to make it. It was one of the things Troy did to show he cared. Oliver wasn’t sure Bryce would notice, so he told himself he’d find a time to point it out. It had taken him too long to figure it out on his own, and he didn’t want Bryce to suffer the same frustration.
As he walked around the kitchen, finishing the meatballs, Troy talked about his day and entertained Oliver with his stories. Troy was a consultant that helped small companies streamline processes and make things more efficient. Recently, he’d been working with a local chain of car dealerships that had been struggling.
He’d gotten home every night with stories about the stubborn employees and their insane reasons for not even following the systems they had in place. Most employees stayed with the company for years, and getting them to adjust to new things was more difficult than the owner realized.
“He didn’t believe me when I told him how many month’s worth of receipts she had in her desk because she couldn’t figure out the—” The ring of the doorbell cut Troy off.
“I’ll go let him in.” Oliver straightened and headed toward the door to the living room.
Troy laughed and went back to focusing on dinner as Oliver headed out of the kitchen. Opening the door, he gave a start of surprise when he was pulled into Bryce’s arms. The deep, heated kiss made his toes curl, and he made a whine of protest when Bryce pulled back.
Bryce had a grin that was erotic and infectious. Oliver had flashes of naughty things going through his head as Bryce closed the front door behind him and pulled Oliver back into his embrace, this time tighter, with Oliver’s body flush against his.
Oliver didn’t fight the need to rub himself against Bryce. His new Dom wasn’t a stickler for rules unless they were in a scene. He didn’t mind getting Oliver worked up and making him beg. Troy, on the other hand—
“Oliver.” Troy’s firm voice came from behind Oliver. “What are you doing?”
“He caught you.” Bryce’s grin was pure wickedness and fire. Not a submissive bone in his body showed in that moment. Bryce looked up, shaking his head. “He came to the door and jumped me, terrible behavior.”
Troy snorted, but Oliver peeked back and saw the laughter in his eyes. “We’ll have to see about reminding him of his manners. I’m not sure he needs to be thrusting against you, demanding attention.”
The control and censure in Troy’s voice went right to Oliver’s cock. He loved that naughty feeling that flooded through him when Troy looked at him like he should know better. If Troy had actually been disappointed, it wouldn’t have been fun at all, but that mock disapproval was hot. Especially when Bryce set him up.
“I’m sorry, Sirs. I’ll be good.” He glanced back at Bryce. “I’ll beverygood.”
Bryce grinned and smacked Oliver’s ass, sending shivers through him. “Naughty boy.”
Troy shook his head at both of them. “Come on, you two. Dinner is almost ready.”
They headed back into the kitchen, Bryce teasing Oliver and making Troy roll his eyes. The smells from the kitchen hit them as soon as they walked in. Bryce groaned, sounding almost orgasmic. Oliver laughed. “If you actually learned to cook, then you wouldn’t just about come every time you came over.”
Bryce shrugged. “I’m not that bad compared to my brothers. It just doesn’t stick. I can cook stuff like spaghetti with jarred sauce and a few things like that, but not much more.”
He’d kept them in stitches at the restaurant the last time they’d gone out to dinner with stories about the things that his brothers had cooked. Even Troy had laughed upon hearing their antics. “I still don’t see how your parents just gave up.”
Leaning back against the counter, Bryce just lifted one shoulder in confusion. “I think it was a case of picking their battles. We all appreciate good food.” He looked over at the mountain of food on the stove. “Cooking it just doesn’t sound as good as eating it, maybe?”
Oliver just laughed, not understanding it at all. Seeing the food almost ready, he went over to the cabinet and grabbed the plates. Moving around the kitchen, he watched as Bryce and Troy eyed each other. There was still some awkwardness while they figured things out between the two of them.
Once the two men figured out if Bryce wanted to be more dominant or submissive in a situation, then things were easy. Until they worked that out, it was interesting to watch them. They each wanted to please the other, but weren’t talking it out very well. Oliver thought he was going to have to be the one to cuff them both to the bed next time and make them talk it out.
Hopefully,it wouldn’t get that far. He loved being tied to it and didn’t want to give up his spot. He had the best fantasies about being Troy’s love slave. Having to be the take-charge member of their little group wouldn’t be fun.
They needed a calendar.
