Текст книги "Triple Play"
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Chapter 22
“You guys don’t have a Christmas tree?” Cody asked when we got done dragging all the bags into the living room.
“No,” Eric responded as he started rummaging through the fridge for something to make for dinner. He wound up pulling out some storage containers of leftovers Cam had been nice enough to leave every time he cooked. If not for him, we’d all be living on takeout. “Is that an issue?”
Now that Cody mentioned it, I wished the house smelled like pine the way my parents’ old farmhouse did from Thanksgiving night until New Year’s Eve. Other than the snow piling up outside the windows and Christmas specials playing on TV when we were channel surfing, there was no sign that the holidays were upon us.
“We should have one,” I told Eric as I started heating the first few containers of food.
“Why? We’re going to be at the center for Christmas, so it’s not like anyone’s going to see it,” Eric objected. I knew he wasn’t thrilled about my obsession with making the holidays a bit more bearable for the guys at the center. It wasn’t that he thought they should have to get by with whatever they were offered, but he was still having a hard time with admitting his grandfather was gone. It’d been over a year since he’d died, but it seemed as though the holidays were particularly hard on him.
“No, but it’s going to look stupid to just stack these presents in the corner of the room,” I argued.
“Somehow, I don’t think anyone but you will be bothered by that,” Eric countered, glancing over his shoulder.
I snuck up behind him and wrapped my arms around his waist. I leaned in close enough so only he’d hear my next words. “That’s true, but it’ll make me happy. And just think about all the ways I can thank you for giving me what I want.”
Eric groaned and I clamped my teeth down on his earlobe as I laughed. I knew he was going to cave and I’d get my damn Christmas tree. A big one so it wasn’t dwarfed by the high ceilings and plate glass windows.
“Fine,” Eric conceded. “After dinner, you and Cody can go get the tree since it was your brilliant idea.”
“Thank you.” I kissed his neck, sucking hard enough to remind him what I wanted to do to him later but not so hard it left a mark.
“Mmm-hmm. You’d better hurry and eat. You have a long night ahead of you between decorating the tree and wrapping all those presents.” Eric turned around in my grasp and pressed his semi-hard dick against mine. “And you’re not going to want to miss tonight. I think Bryce is in the mood to take charge again.”
Fuck. I loved it when Bryce took the lead. I’d never thought I’d be into a guy telling me what to do in bed, but it was hot as hell. And loud. And we had company for the weekend. Fuck, the old me, the self-centered asshole, wanted to jump in the car and kick Cody out at the center, but I couldn’t forget how happy he was when we told him he didn’t have to go back there until Monday. He’d just have to deal with us being as quiet as possible, because no way in hell was I going to miss this.
“Couldn’t you guys wrap while we get the tree?” I protested. Divide and conquer seemed to be a damn good idea to me.
Eric shook his head and laughed. “You were the one who wanted to do all this,” he reminded me. “If I’d had my way, we’d have sat around the house all afternoon and shopped online. We probably could have even paid extra so everything was delivered already wrapped. Now, you have to deal with the consequences of your actions.”
“I hate you,” I groaned.
“Nah, you just think you do.” Eric tilted my head back and sealed his mouth over mine. My cock thickened as his tongue slipped past my mouth, pushing deeper, demanding more. As he pulled away, I felt the words I’d been too afraid to say to him threatening to spill out of my mouth. I didn’t hate him, I loved him and Bryce both in a way I never expected to share with anyone. It felt as though we were on our way to being something real and long-lasting. That, to me, was more than anything I could have asked for.
Someone cleared his throat behind us. I looked over my shoulder and saw Cody watching us. His brows were furrowed in confusion. “Uh, maybe now isn’t the time for a live sex ed lesson. I mean, it’d be hot as hell, but might get a bit awkward.”
The entire room erupted in laughter. The lighthearted atmosphere made me hate Cody’s parents even more. He was a smart, funny, and talented kid whose only black mark was that he happened to be gay. I couldn’t imagine living in a world where that was enough for a family to turn their back on their own flesh and blood. It made me grateful for what I had in my own life, both the family I was related to by blood and the men I hoped I’d never again have to live without.
Eric stared at me and I swore I saw the same emotions reflected back in his eyes. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if I told them both how I felt. Maybe it’d be the best thing I ever did. But not now. Tonight, when we didn’t have an audience.
Rather than waste time sitting around the house eating leftovers, I grabbed the keys to Eric’s SUV and told Cody we’d get something on the way. It was late enough in the season that I wasn’t holding out hope of getting my dream tree, but I was okay with that since my main objective had changed. Charlie Brown’s pathetic little tree sounded like a fine choice because it’d take one minute to decorate and then I could say goodnight to Cody as I ran down the hall, stripping as soon as I was out of his sight.
“So, which one of them is your boyfriend?” Cody asked while we waited our turn in the drive thru line. I’d been riding an emotional high today and hadn’t thought about the fact that the way we lived wasn’t considered normal to most people.
“Both of them, I suppose,” I answered. There was nothing he could ask that I wasn’t bound to get from other people, so I found myself almost hoping he’d keep pressing the issue so I could get used to the inquiries. “You cool with that?”
Cody shrugged. “Yeah, I mean it’s your life, right?”
“Yes, it is,” I responded. “But I get that it’s not something everyone can understand.”
“No one but you needs to understand it,” Cody pointed out. He was right, but that didn’t mean people wouldn’t think less of us because we were all together. “Don’t you get jealous?”
“How do you mean?”
“I mean, if you knew they were back at your place fucking around while you’re not there, wouldn’t that piss you off?” Fuck, I really wished he hadn’t put that image in my head.
“No, it wouldn’t,” I answered without hesitation. In fact, since we’d cleared the air so we all knew it wasn’t a matter of all three of us or nothing at all, I almost hoped they were. We all needed to know that we could survive as pairings because come spring, it would be impossible for me to be around all the time. That thought upset me, but only because we were still new enough that I didn’t want to have to kiss them goodbye as I walked out the door for spring training or a long road stretch.
“Then why’d that smile fall off your face?” Cody pointed out. I was saved from having to tell him as I pulled up in front of the intercom to place our order.
The silence held while Cody scarfed down his food. I watched him pack away enough food for a small family, wondering if I’d eaten like that when I was younger. Given the number of times my mother bitched about the grocery bill, I probably did. I’d hate to know how much it would’ve cost them to keep up with my appetite if they hadn’t raised so much of our food on the farm.
“Can I ask you another question?” Cody inquired after he stuffed all of his wrappers into the empty sack.
“Sure. I told you when we met that you can ask me anything,” I reminded him. Back then, I’d simply been hoping he’d realize I wasn’t some hotshot athlete slumming it for the winter, but that I was there because I genuinely wanted to help him. I felt as though we’d grown to a point where I was one of the few people he could rely on and I’d never do anything to jeopardize that.
“Do you worry about the dude who attacked you?” I’d been waiting for someone to ask me this question, but I hadn’t expected it to come from Cody. Then again, he hadn’t been there in the early days and weeks, when asking me anything about the night of the attack or my injuries was bound to get someone yelled at. “I mean, if they haven’t caught him, how do you know he won’t try again? Don’t you think about that when you go out on your own?”
“Every fucking time,” I admitted. I couldn’t lie to Cody because I didn’t want him thinking it wasn’t okay to be worried about what could happen. According to my new therapist, it wasn’t healthy to obsess about it, but thinking about that night was totally normal.
“So how do you do it?” he pressed. I wondered if something had happened to him before he’d come to Pot of Gold. His demeanor had taken a turn, and he looked about the same as I felt most of the time when I was confronted with what had happened to me. “Doesn’t it piss you off, looking over your shoulder all the time, wondering if that fucker is out there somewhere waiting to finish what he started?”
It did. I hated giving some unknown fucktard control over any part of me. I hated that he lived in my head every night, even if the nightmares had lessened to unpleasant dreams thanks to knowing Eric was close by. But that wasn’t something I wanted to tell Cody now. The way he phrased his questions and the conviction in his voice reaffirmed that something had happened to him. I didn’t know what, but there had to be a reason he was so adamant that the center was a blessing, even as he bitched about the lousy food and the lack of privacy. He’d mentioned considering leaving, but he’d never followed through with it. On the off chance I was right, I couldn’t let him know how hard it was for me to act normal every day.
“It’s frustrating,” I admitted. We pulled into the tree lot and I pulled into a parking stall but left the engine running. “But the reality is they might never figure out who did it. That means, whether I like it or not, that asshole is going to be out there every day. The only thing I can hope for is that he’s even more worried about me remembering something if I see him than I am about crossing his path again.”
“I don’t know how you can make it sound so simple,” Cody responded a bit sad.
“It’s not easy at all. But before Bryce and Eric convinced me to talk to someone and quit hiding at home all the time, I almost let that asshole take my life away from me,” I admitted. It was the most frank conversation I’d had, including the time I spent in the therapist’s office. “It’s all about learning how to take back the control. And I’m lucky enough to have two guys in my life who remind me every day that my life is too damn good to let someone else ruin.”
“Lucky bastard,” Cody grumbled as we got out of the car. I smiled because he was right. I was luckier than I deserved to be.
Chapter 23
“You aren’t really going to make him do all of that when he gets home, are you?” Bryce asked shortly after Drew and Cody took off.
I wasn’t, but it was fun to mess with Drew’s mind since he was in better spirits. Before the attack, Drew and I had quickly settled into a place where no one who didn’t know us would believe he was little more than a boarder. I’d looked forward to him coming home because he had quick wit and a sharp tongue and it was always an adventure to see what’d come out of his mouth next. And that had gone away the night I found him in the alley.
“Nah, I figured we’d do that while they’re gone,” I told Bryce. “But admit it, the look on his face was priceless when I fucked with him.”
Bryce pulled me down onto the couch so I was straddling his lap. He cupped my ass, pulling me close enough that our cocks rubbed together. I bent down and allowed him to claim my mouth as he ground into me. Where Drew was content to go with whatever happened, every encounter with Bryce was filled with so much intensity it drove everything to atmospheric levels. “I love it when you show your mean streak.”
As Bryce lifted my shirt over my head and latched his mouth around one of my nipples, I kept waiting for guilt to overcome me about us doing this without Drew. Even though we’d finally talked about it and everyone agreed we didn’t all have to be present, I’d expected it to feel wrong. Instead, it felt very fucking right.
“I want to fuck you.” Bryce ran his hands up my chest, stopping long enough to pinch both of my nipples and twist slightly. It wasn’t my favorite sensation in the world, but Bryce loved doing it, and I knew it was a sign of pleasure to come. “I’m going to fuck you so hard you see stars. And then, when Drew comes home, I’ll tell him his first gift is waiting in the bedroom, and I’m going to watch while you fuck him nice and slow. He’ll beg you to make him come, but you’ll make him wait. I want to see just how evil you can be.”
“Fuck yes,” I agreed. I only hoped it’d be possible for me to make it last, because Drew had this way of clamping down on my dick as I plowed into him that made it nearly impossible to keep from coming.
Bryce pushed me off of him and grabbed my hand, practically dragging me into the bedroom. He shoved me down onto the bed and made quick work of stripping me from the waist down. My cock stood tall and proud away from my body, showing him how much it turned me on to hear him simply talk about what he wanted to do. He slid me back so my head was nearly hanging off the opposite side of the king bed, spread my legs wide and kneeled between them. My dick twitched as he looked down and licked his lips.
I watched, mesmerized as he wrapped his hand around my shaft and started stroking slowly. “You like the idea of me sitting in the corner, watching your dick sink deep into his ass?”
He twisted his hand over the head of my cock. I grunted my agreement. I wanted to beg him to keep going, to give me more. To fuck me the way he’d promised.
“When he’s begging you to speed up, to fuck him harder so he can come, you’re going to stop and look over at me,” he told me. His hand stopped at the base of my cock and he squeezed hard enough to pull me away from the edge of the orgasm that’d been building since Drew ground up against me in the kitchen earlier. “And when you do, you’re going to see my dick out. Hard and leaking because I want so badly to join you.”
“Then do it,” I implored. “I want you to fuck me while I’m fucking him again.”
“Mmmm, there will be time for that, but tonight, I want it to be the two of you,” he offered. He stopped talking long enough to bend down and lick his way from my taint all the way to the head of my aching cock. I reached out to hold his head between my legs, but he pulled back, reminding me we were doing this at his pace. “I want you to watch me jerk off while you’re fucking him, matching your thrusts to mine. And then you’re going to look at me and I’m going to see you’re hurting just as badly as he is. I’ll nod and you’ll take that as permission.”
Closing my eyes, I lost myself in the vivid picture Bryce painted for me. I gasped when I felt a wet finger press against my hole, never breaching my entrance, never quite giving me what I needed. If there’d been a time in my life when I’d been kept so close to the edge, I couldn’t remember it.
“You’ll reach down and start pumping his cock until all three of us are sweaty, sated heaps,” Bryce told me. God, that sounded like the perfect way to end the night. “You’ll collapse on top of him and hold out your hand, inviting me to join the two of you. How does that sound?”
“Perfect,” I sighed. “But for now, can we get to the part where you fuck me?”
Bryce laughed as he stood. I propped myself on my elbows so I could watch the strip show taking place on the other side of the bed. His dark eyes smoldered as he watched me watching him, knowing how hard it was for me to give him this level of control.
He grabbed the bottle of lube again and I rolled to my stomach, sticking my ass high in the air like a greedy slut. Bryce was the only man who’d made me this needy to feel a cock stretching me. The bed dipped and I felt the heat of Bryce’s body over me. He kissed his way down my spine, licking the top of my crack as he spread my cheeks wide. His tongue worked lower as he pressed two fingers deep inside my body. The burn was enough to make me scream, and I knew that was nothing compared to what I’d feel when Bryce forced his way into my body.
“You want to come, don’t you?” Bryce asked when he pulled away. I grunted something I hoped he’d take as assent. “Get your head up by the pillows. I’m not going to go slow. It’s going to hurt. I want you to feel me every time you hammer into Drew’s body later tonight.”
Bryce was always vocal, but never to this extent. Something had shifted and I fucking loved it. While I moved higher on the bed, Bryce grabbed a condom. I felt the broad head of his cock at my entrance and fisted the sheets under the pillow as I readied myself to take him.
Knowing we were alone in the house, I let loose a string of loud expletives as he thrust into me with one steady motion. It fucking hurt, and yet I found myself begging for more. Needing everything. Bryce stilled, giving both of us time to get used to the sensation.
“Going to fuck you now,” he warned me. His fingers dug into my ass hard enough I knew I’d be walking around with bruises in the morning. I wanted that. Needed all of it.
True to his word, Bryce didn’t hold back anything as he pounded into my body. My balls tightened as he hammered against my prostate and I was unable to hold back any longer. “Need to come, Bryce!”
“Do it,” he urged me. “Come for me. Show me how good it feels, knowing you’re going to be feeling this for days.”
That was all it took. My body convulsed as I poured out every ounce of my orgasm. Bryce thrust into me a few more times before I felt his entire body tense over me. I’d seen him come enough times, I could picture his head thrown back in ecstasy as he spilled into the rubber.
Just like he told me I’d do to Drew later, Bryce collapsed on top of me. He ran his hand down my arm, intertwining our fingers as he shifted slightly to the left so I could breathe. I missed the weight and heat of his body immediately.
I closed my eyes as Bryce began tracing circles over my back. The tenderness was such a stark contrast to his forceful nature during sex that it was disconcerting. Still, I knew I’d take whatever Bryce wanted to give me for as long as it lasted. And after the day we’d had, I truly believed I didn’t need to worry about this ending any time soon.
“Were you serious earlier about me moving in?” Bryce asked just as I was almost lulled to sleep.
“Of course,” I responded. My words slurred slightly as I fought to stay awake. “I don’t think any of us sleep well when we’re not together, and it makes no sense for you to have an apartment you’re never at. If the center is struggling to make ends meet already, that’s more money they could be spending elsewhere.”
“Oh, so it’s a sensibility thing?” Bryce teased. He shifted closer to me and dropped kisses across the back of my shoulder.
“No, it’s completely selfish,” I admitted. “We only have about two months left before Drew has to go to spring training, and I don’t want to waste a single minute of the time we have.”
“You do know nothing’s set in stone for me, right?” I hated that Bryce had to dump a cold dose of reality on my fantasy. I’d been trying to remain positive that he’d get the transfer he’d requested and we wouldn’t have to think about what happened when he went back to Portland.
“Yeah, but I’m sure you’ll manage to persuade the boss,” I told him. I refused to let myself believe anything else.
“I’m glad you have so much faith in my abilities.” Eric chuckled and then nestled in closer to my side. “Now, should we get up and go wrap those presents before the guys get back?”
“Fuck that,” I grumbled. “Can’t move. They’ll still be there in the morning.”
“I like the way you think.”
Basking in the afterglow was cut short by the shrill ring of Bryce’s cell phone. I’d learned this was the tone he’d connected to work related calls and groaned because I knew he was going to get up.
Bryce looked concerned when he looked at the display. As he answered the phone, he rummaged through my dresser for a pair of sweatpants. He motioned toward the door and the sense of dread grew. Bryce typically didn’t worry about needing privacy when he was on the phone, even when it was work related.
I grabbed the remote and tried to find something on the television that’d keep my mind off who he could be talking to. I pulled the sheet tight to my chest as I settled on Bon Vivant for an episode of A Cut Above. Jason and Cam were out of town this week, so we hadn’t gotten together as we did every other week to watch. My heart raced as I watched our friend present his dish to the judges. The arrogant ass Jason couldn’t stand picked at the food before finally taking a bite. I fist pumped as the man’s scowl turned into a wide grin.
“Now this is a dish any chef would be proud to have on the menu,” he praised Cam. “The plating could use a bit of imagination, but only because right now it’s lacking the appeal needed to hold up to what a diner will experience when they begin eating. Well done.”
That was the first time I’d heard the jerk congratulate Cam, and I wished I could reach over and pat him on the back. Cam had been vague whenever we’d asked him about how far he’d made it on the show, but as I watched the other judges agree with the first, I began to feel confident that he was holding back something huge.
The bedroom door opened and my enthusiasm waned at the fallen look on Bryce’s face. Just minutes ago, we were lying in bed ready to fall into a post-coital coma, and now he shuffled across the room as if he’d just been given bad news. Fuck.
“What’s going on?” I asked. I lifted the sheet so Bryce could join me and turned off the television. Whether or not he’d admit to it, Bryce needed me.
“I have to go back to Portland.” His tone was flat and lifeless. My stomach churned, and I buried my face in his neck so he wouldn’t see my disappointment.
“When?” I asked, not wanting to hear the answer. Now the guilt crept in and I thought about pausing the conversation until Drew came home.
“Sunday,” he responded. “That was Mike Borgwardt. He’s scheduled a meeting for eight-thirty Monday morning and wants me to be there.”
“Did he say anything about your transfer request?” As much as I knew in my gut that Bryce wasn’t coming back once he got on the plane, I couldn’t give up. Not now. Not when I was finally admitting that I’d fallen for both men.
Bryce shook his head and stared out the windows on the far side of the room. “I asked him and all he’d say is that he’d received the request and we’d talk Monday.”
“That doesn’t make sense,” I argued. “If you’re going to talk about it Monday, why not just do it over the phone and save money?”
“We both know why…” Bryce stopped himself from saying anything further. As we laid there, I wished it were possible to get back the high from earlier. Instead, I could practically feel Bryce pulling away from me.
