Pushing that stray thought to the back of his head, Bryce nodded. “All right, trouble.”
Oliver sat up, shock clear in his eyes. Bryce glanced over to Troy, not sure what to expect. The pleased expression on the Dom’s face was a surprise, but a good one. Then he jerked his head, gesturing to Oliver and giving Bryce a knowing look.
The permission was unexpected.
Looking at a slightly confused Oliver, Bryce wrapped his arms tighter around the sub. “I would love to go out to dinner with you. We don’t have to use that as your reward, though. I can think of other, more fun things for that.”
He placed a tender, slow kiss on Oliver’s lips, loving the gasp and low, breathy moan that escaped. It was just as tender as it had been the first time. But in the light of day, it felt…odd, maybe, to have Troy watching. The man who’d dominated him so thoroughly was seeing him dominate his lover. It was a little…odd.
So maybe it wasn’t the right word…but it made him feel vulnerable.
Oliver must have felt something change in the kiss because it deepened and his hand came up to gently cup Bryce’s face. It not only got him even more aroused than he already was, it helped to turn his brain off so he could simply focus on the man on his lap.
When Oliver finally pulled back to breathe, he had an amused, affectionate expression on his face. “Thank you for coming out to dinner with us.”
Bryce glanced at Troy to make sure he knew he was still included in the conversation. “Where do you want to go?”
Oliver, still on Bryce’s lap, turned to look at Troy. “What sounds good? Italian? Steak?”
Bryce laughed. “That’s what I would have said.”
Oliver gave him a grin. “Great minds think alike.”
Troy shook his head as they flirted like awkward teenagers. “Italian. We can go for steaks next time.”
Next time?
Oliver nodded and bounced off Bryce’s lap, glancing down with heated laughter in his eyes at Bryce’s obvious erection. Bryce’s hand came out and popped Oliver on the bottom, completely without thinking. “Naughty boy.”
“I told you. We’ll have to keep him in line.” Then Troy gave him a look like he was daring Bryce to say something.
His stomach did circles at the fantasies that were running through his head. The scariest part was that most of them weren’t even dirty. If his brain put them in the play and leave category, it would have been easier to sort through.
He was selective with who he played with, especially who he subbed for, but he’d still met a good few subs that he’d liked and had fun with. He’d even submitted for a few Doms who’d made him think, but never both at the same time, and never where it felt so real…so permanent.
They’d made it clear that they weren’t looking for something casual.
He wished it was as easy as they made it seem.
“Sounds good.” He wasn’t going to pretend he didn’t want to see them. Holding off on the phone had been hard enough, but with both of them watching him, it was impossible to say it. “Let me get a few last-minute things done and we can go—or I can meet you there?”
Oliver immediately shook his head, still smiling but stubborn. “No, we’ll wait for you.”
“I’m not going to disappear on you.” Bryce would have been frustrated, but Oliver was just so cute.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Oliver smiled sweetly. “I’m just excited—and hungry.”
Troy snorted, wrapping his arms around Oliver. “You’re always excited.”
Oliver waggled his eyebrows, grinning as Troy pulled him so he was pressed close to the Dom’s chest. “Oh, yes, and with the two of you in the room, it’s only getting worse.”
“I think I can keep you occupied while Bryce finishes up his work.” Troy’s deep voice had conflicting signals bouncing through Bryce. Submitting to Troy was still so recent in his mind, he could almost feel himself back on the couch in the dark club, but having just held Oliver, the Dom inside him wanted to tease and pleasure the naughty sub.
It felt like he had multiple personalities and they all wanted different things.
Oliver moaned, sinking against Troy. As Bryce tried to log off his computer and do the things he had to get done, he watched as Troy’s hands slid down Oliver’s chest. Bryce’s fingers wouldn’t work the keyboard as Troy slowly worked his hands under Oliver’s tight, preppy-looking polo shirt.
Something about those big, strong hands inching up under Oliver’s clothes had Bryce nearly drooling. It was so easy to picture himself standing in front of Oliver, helping to make him crazy. Kissing him while Troy took his clothes off or while Troy teased at his nipples.
