“So you really don’t mind?” Bryce was having a hard time putting himself in Troy’s shoes. Most of the time he could picture what someone was going through. Imagine how they were seeing a discussion. It came in handy when he was talking to clients. But with their developing relationship he couldn’t move past his own issues.
“No. I want you two to be happy together. We told you this is serious for us. You’ll have a relationship with him, just like you’ll have one with me. The individual pieces will help strengthen the three of us together.” Troy’s voice dropped low, sending shivers through Bryce. “And if you behave on this date and keep it too nice, then I might feel guilty when I make our date very naughty.”
Bryce’s worries were like a balloon that popped under the pressure of his arousal. “I can’t drive with a hard-on. Stop that.”
It wasn’t quite a chuckle, but Troy’s low amusement sent waves of pleasure through Bryce. “I have to go to a meeting knowing you two are flirting and eventually going to get naked, while I’m talking to idiots who can’t follow instructions.”
“We’re going to be very naked, and I’m going to drive him crazy in the restaurant. I made sure we had reservations for a table in the back and they have those long tablecloths that hide so much. I’ll have him so needy by the time we get back, he will be begging to come.” Bryce loved the frustrated groan that came through the phone.
“Now who’s looking to get punished?” Troy’s words were soft and growled out. He sounded like they were making love right then instead of talking on the phone.
“I was only telling you my plans for the evening. I wanted to make sure you knew what your boys would be getting up to while you were away.”
“You were just keeping me informed, huh?”
“Of course.”
“I want you to remember how good I am with paybacks.” It was a delicious threat that made Bryce’s toes want to curl in anticipation.
“I’ll remember that when I’m sliding into Oliver later.” He was trying not to let Troy hear how amused he was, but it wasn’t working. “Have fun in your meetings. I have to go.”
He disconnected as Troy was mumbling about him being a little shit.
Chapter 11
Troy
Turning off the car, Troy stretched and fought off a yawn. Long days and even longer meetings were one thing, but when you had to say the same thing over and over it was even worse. He couldn’t understand some people—and it wasn’t just the employees.
The company’s owner was turning out to be a bigger part of the problem than Troy had anticipated. The job was paying well and Troy knew he was worth every penny, but he was pushing against the tide. They just weren’t ready for big changes.
He’d tried to explain that to the company owner, but he hadn’t wanted to listen.
Troy told himself on the ride home that he would work with them for a few more weeks. Then he was going to terminate the contract if nothing changed. He’d been putting off several other offers from other local companies, and he wasn’t willing to waste his time.
It hadn’t helped his frustration to know that Bryce and Oliver were at home without him. He didn’t begrudge them their time together, but a big part of him wished he was there, too. They’d needed it, though. He wanted both of them to be comfortable together with him and without him. It would never work if they couldn’t communicate or negotiate scenes when it was just the two of them.
It was a conversation he’d had with both his boys.
He’d been expecting the call. That was why he hadn’t let Bryce get away with a text. There was too much room for miscommunication when you couldn’t hear someone’s voice. He needed Bryce to understand that he was glad they were spending time together, and he wanted both of them to be completely wrung out from sex.
He’d hoped to have been home earlier, but it was late enough that even with dinner, they should have had time for a couple of rounds in the bedroom. Climbing out of the car, he headed up to the house, curious to find out what they were up to.
The fantasies and options had kept him hard for the long drive home. Getting out of his clothes and hopefully into one of his men sounded perfect. Closing the front door quietly behind him, Troy stood listening to see where they were.
The bedroom.
Troy set his bag down by the door and headed up the stairs. He could hear Oliver’s desperate pleas and a low response from Bryce that he couldn’t decipher but sounded wicked. Oliver seemed to both love and hate the words because his frustration mounted, but so did the desire in his begging.
“Please, Sir. Please. Oh, I need…oh, more…” A low moan stopped the rambling words. Oliver sounded so close to the edge Troy knew he would come any second.
Stepping into the doorway, he had to smile.
It was more wicked than happy. Bryce had found, or Oliver had shown him, the other cuffs that were attached to the four corners of the bed. He had their beautiful sub stretched out naked on his back with a pillow tucked under his hips to raise his ass up.
Bryce was kneeling next to Oliver, almost naked except for tiny little boxer briefs that had a silky texture. They’d been in the toy box because Oliver’s cock was completely erect with a cock ring wrapped around the base and a long, thick dildo in his ass.
That was one of Oliver’s favorites, but also the hardest because it had balls inside of it that would shift and move as the person writhed. The more he wriggled and worked his ass around the toy, the more turned on he would get as the balls rubbed against his prostate.
