Scrunching up his nose, Oliver shuddered. “Eww, gross.”
“You sound like my brothers.”
“Then they have perfect palates because raw fish is gross and the green stuff sticks to your teeth.” He grimaced, shuddering as he relived the taste of it in his mouth. “You two knock yourself out, but leave me home on that date.”
Troy laughed. “It wasn’t bad.”
“It was. It was chewy and the texture…yuck.” Oliver couldn’t get the flavor out of his head. He took the last drink of his soda, but could still taste the memory of it. “I need something else to get it out of my mouth.”
Troy walked back to the fridge, shaking his head, but Bryce walked over to Oliver and pulled him close. Kissing him deeply, sweeping his tongue deep into Oliver’s mouth, Bryce had him sagging against his chest and hard in seconds.
When Bryce pulled away, he was smirking. “Did that help?”
“Yes, but just to be sure, we should try again.” Oliver grinned and moaned as Bryce humored him, taking his mouth deeply again, pinning Oliver’s hands to his side so he was trapped against Bryce.
By the time Bryce pulled away again they were both panting. Oliver was starting to think heading up to the bedroom sounded better than the movie, but hearing Troy clear his throat nixed that idea. “Movie, no sex.”
“All right.”
“Okay.”
Oliver had to laugh because Bryce sounded just as disappointed as he was. They’d agreed that they’d hang out and not get distracted by naughty things. When they’d been on the phone with Bryce talking about the plan, it had seemed like a reasonable idea. In person, with Bryce looking at them like that, it was harder.
“You two.” Troy didn’t seem to mind their antics, though. Oliver thought he needed someone to help him relax a little more. Troy always took on too much, and if Bryce could help share some of his stress, Oliver would be grateful. He never felt like a burden to Troy or like a second-class partner in the relationship, but he knew Troy put too much weight on his own shoulders to make things work.
They’d talked about it several times, but Troy couldn’t move past the taking-care-of-Oliver mentality. It was thoughtful, but it made Oliver worry. “Come on. You two are dawdling because you don’t like the movie I picked out.”
Troy and Bryce barked out a laugh. Troy looked at the room. “What did you do to help again?”
“I swept.” Oliver gave them an indignant look.
“Sure.” Bryce drew the word out, rolling his eyes.
“I have the broom.” And he’d even moved around the kitchen with it. It wasn’t his fault the two men were much more fun to look at than the dirt on the floor.
“That doesn’t mean you did anything with it, kitten.” Troy let the words rumble out in a deep voice.
“Do I need to bepunished?” Oliver knew he hadn’t managed to keep the excitement out of his voice. “I was naughty.”
Wearing matching wicked grins, Bryce’s just bigger than Troy’s, the men looked at each other. Bryce nodded to a silent question Oliver hadn’t seen. “You’re right. I think he does need to be punished.”
The way he said it sounded erotic and incredible. It made Oliver immediately suspicious, but horny, too. Before he could even ask, both men came toward him. Pulling Oliver so he was pressed between them both, Troy looked down at him. “Let’s go watch the movie and I’ll show you how we punish naughty boys who don’t help with the chores.”
Oliver almost purred. “Oh yes, Sirs.”
Chapter 10
Bryce
“Um, sir?” The new temp, whose name he actually remembered, popped her head in the door of his office. “Yes, Rebecca.”
She reminded him of an old TV show character. Fresh-faced and sweet, she seemed very innocent. She was a hard worker, and since he was having to look for a new assistant, she would have been a good choice if he weren’t so worried about scandalizing her.
“Your mother is on line two.”
“Shit. Are you sure?” He tried not to feel like a scolded schoolboy when she frowned at him and shook her head slightly. “Sorry.”
“Thank you. And yes, I’m positive.” She smoothed down her dress and walked back to the front, closing his door behind her.
