Oliver
“But I still don’t understand. Why would he play with us at the club and even talk on the phone, but not want to see us again?” Oliver knew he sounded frustrated. However, he just didn’t understand the logic.
“I think he’s conflicted about liking us both.” Troy pulled Oliver into his arms, bringing one hand up to play with the hair framing Oliver’s face. It still amazed Oliver what a tactile person his Dom was. Troy always came off as cool and probably emotionally distant to most people, but Oliver always felt loved and cared for. “He’s dated Doms and subs, but never in a relationship like ours.”
That was one of the pieces Oliver couldn’t quite work his head around. When it came to most people, he understood why they would push back against a relationship like what they wanted. He didn’t understand Bryce’s hesitance, though.
“This is the best type of relationship for him.” Oliver pushed his head close to Troy’s lips, encouraging a kiss. He loved forehead kisses; they made him feel warm and cuddly inside. “This way, he gets the best of both worlds. Both of us when he wants to be cuddled and loved. You when he’s feeling submissive.” Oliver gave Troy a flirty look when he got his kiss. “And me, when he’s all take-charge and controlling.”
“You’re looking forward to that part, aren’t you?” Troy’s smile was wicked, and Oliver could tell he was thinking about all kinds of fun things.
“Oh, yes.” Oliver’s toes almost curled. “He was so hot with you. I loved being able to sit back and watch you like that, especially since I was worn out and feeling fabulous.”
Oliver smiled as Troy gave him another kiss at his hairline. He almost moaned as Troy started to run his fingers absently through Oliver’s hair. It was so good—but they’d miss their appointment if they kept it up. “You’re going to make us late.”
“But those little moans sound so good.” Troy’s voice sent shivers down Oliver’s spine. Damn him. He was doing it on purpose.
“I want to go. You don’t have to protect me.” He pulled back enough to lean up and give Troy a quick peck on the lips. “If it goes bad, I won’t fall apart. Promise.”
Oliver thought it was the perfect way to see Bryce in person and figure out what the hell was going on, but Troy had found one excuse after another to put off the appointment. Once he hadn’t been able to talk his way out of it anymore, Oliver thought Troy would be fine. It turned out he was just going to try another tactic. He also thought Troy wasn’t just worried about Oliver’s emotions, but his own as well.
His blond giant had a mushy heart that he hid well most of the time.
“All right. Let’s go.” Troy pulled away, taking Oliver’s hand in his. Heading out to the truck, Troy looked at the clock as they climbed in. “You said it only takes ten minutes to get to the office?”
Oliver nodded. “Yes, so we still have time.”
He ignored the soft damn it he heard coming from the passenger seat.
They drove to Bryce’s office in silence—too much silence. It gave Oliver too much time to think. He’d been on cloud nine when they’d called Bryce the day after their evening at the club. They’d thought they would have to bribe Ben or Conner for his number, but they’d found it online fairly easily. Bryce had been surprised to hear from them, but it hadn’t felt weird or like they were intruding.
The next couple of calls had gone just as well. To Oliver’s surprise, Bryce had even called them a few times. It was only when they’d started talking about dinner and going out somewhere that things had gotten awkward. They could talk for hours, the three of them together or just Bryce with one of them, but the minute dinner or even a movie was mentioned, suddenly something came up.
The first time it had happened, Oliver had been convinced they would never hear from Bryce again. He’d been floored when Bryce had called the next day, wanting to talk to Troy about a football game that was on.
He’d acted like nothing out of the ordinary had happened.
He knew Troy was worried that Bryce was ashamed of seeing the two of them together or that Bryce didn’t want to admit it was more than a casual fling, but Oliver knew it was more than that. The way Bryce talked about his family and his little comments about BDSM in general let Oliver know he wasn’t ashamed of anything. He just seemed hesitant…and confused.
Oliver didn’t understand what was making it so difficult, though.
What they wanted should have been perfect for Bryce.
He’d have someone who would take charge when he needed that and someone to dominate when he went all alpha. There would always be someone to do something with, sexually or just fun, and with three people the sex was off the charts hot as long as it was done right. And he and Troy had enough practice to make sure it went right, even if Bryce had never had a threesome.
He was slightly frustrated…that little piece of information hadn’t come up in conversation yet.
Not that he hadn’t tried to bring it up—Bryce was just playing it very close to the vest.
Bryce was turning out to be the king of mixed signals, and Oliver wanted some answers. He’d managed to make an appointment to get new insurance quotes with Bryce’s office last week when the regular assistant at the front desk was gone. Whoever had answered the phones only asked a few questions about the nature of the meeting. His name wasn’t one of them.
Oliver thought he’d done pretty well managing that one.
He’d managed to get the last appointment of the day on Friday, when he knew from phone conversations that most of the office was ready to start sneaking out the door by mid-afternoon. By the end of their meeting, even if they only talked about new insurance—which they really needed—everyone else would be gone.
It was perfect.
Once they could get past whatever was holding Bryce back, they would all be perfect for each other. He just needed Bryce to honestly admit it. He wouldn’t have been calling and talking to them so often if they didn’t mean anything to him. Not after the night at the club.
He’d felt completely worn out from the sounds and so thoroughly sated that he couldn’t have gotten it up if his life depended on it. So as he’d watched Bryce and Troy, he’d gotten to see the beauty in their reactions and the need, not just the desire.
They’d been beautiful together.
Troy didn’t let that many people see his tender side firsthand. The way he’d stroked Bryce and let his façade crack enough for Bryce to catch glimpses of what was underneath let Oliver know he wasn’t pushing anything his Dom didn’t want. Troy just wasn’t going to butt in where he suspected he wasn’t wanted.
Oliver didn’t have those reservations.
Especially when he knew deep down they were wanted. Desperately. Then he didn’t mind pushing and making a nuisance of himself. Sometimes he thought that was why the universe made subs, to push the Doms into taking what they really wanted but wouldn’t always go get. Too many over-developed morals about not wanting to talk people into something they didn’t want.
Some people needed a little shove. And he thought Bryce was one of them.
So that’s what they were going to do. Give him a little nudge and hopefully get the dominant side of him revved up. Oliver had a suspicion it wouldn’t take much to get that part of Bryce ready to jump into whatever would have Oliver submitting to him.
Then they could finally figure out what all the hesitation was about.
By the time they’d gotten to the office, Oliver was even more confident about the meeting. No matter what Bryce said or tried to avoid saying, his actions spoke louder than his words. And his actions screamed out that he wanted them both.
So that’s what Oliver would give him.
Walking through the door, they were greeted by a smiling woman who clearly had no idea why they were there.
Her brows pulled together, and she shrugged. “I don’t see anything on the schedule, but if you give me a minute, I’ll figure it out. I’m a temp; the regular receptionist is out of the office. I’ll go get Mr. Ryder for you.”
They heard a whispered conversation coming from a back office. Something about calendars and updating schedules, but he couldn’t catch it all. Troy was giving him an are-you-sure-about-this expression that Oliver just ignored. He had a plan. And he wanted to experience what Bryce was like when he was in charge. Oliver had a feeling he would be a fiery Dom. Troy was always so in control with a cool passion that made Oliver crazy, but he thought the two Doms would complement each other perfectly.
When Bryce came out of his office with the temp, there was a moment of awkward silence before Bryce seemed to push away his concerns. “I’m sorry about the confusion. Please come back to my office.”
He started in on a fairly rehearsed speech about quotes and coverages as he ushered them into his office. When he closed the door and they could no longer be overheard, he gave them both a skeptical look.
“This is a surprise.”
Oliver was just pleased that he wasn’t angry, so Bryce’s cool welcome didn’t dampen his excitement. He smiled sweetly at his uncertain expression. “We’ve known we’ve needed new insurance for a while, but I kept putting it off. Finally, we decided just to get it done.”
Bryce nodded, trying to hide a grin. He didn’t believe Oliver’s innocent act for a minute, but there was nothing he would be able to call them on because they really did need a new company. Troy sat down in one of the sumptuous leather chairs and Oliver sat down on his lap.
Curling into Troy, Oliver watched Bryce closely as he talked about their current insurance. They’d had a small independent company that they’d used for years, but when they’d been purchased by a larger one, Oliver hadn’t been impressed with the service.
He always felt like he was annoying the people at the call center when he had a question, and he’d run into more than a few of the customer service people who seemed homophobic. He was tired of dealing with it. When Bryce realized that they really did need new insurance, he relaxed.
He asked good questions and understood what they were looking for without making it seem like a canned sales pitch. Even if Oliver hadn’t been desperate to taste the man again, he would have bought the coverage from him.
They were quoted auto insurance and a new homeowner’s policy right away, and Bryce asked some questions about other policies he was going to quote for them. He never mentioned Oliver being cuddled up on Troy’s lap, but Oliver could see the little glances and questions that would run through his eyes as they talked.
When Bryce tilted his computer screen so they could see how he’d changed the coverages on the house quote, Oliver took it as a sign. “I can’t quite see that. Can I come around there?”
It was innocent and not that crazy of a question, so Bryce couldn’t think of anything to say before Oliver started to move around the room. A pat on his ass from Troy as he walked away was the only thing that could possibly be thought of as unusual, until Oliver walked over and made himself at home on Bryce’s lap.
Bryce made a startled sound, one that Oliver would never identify as a squeak, but wrapped an arm around Oliver’s hips to keep him in place. Bryce gave him another skeptical look, but Oliver gave him a crooked little grin and wiggled his bottom over the Dom’s growing erection. “This is much better. Thank you.”
Then he pointed to the screen and started asking coverage questions, which really threw Bryce off. Oliver might want to drive Bryce a little crazy, but he had questions, so it worked out well for both purposes. It took Bryce a few minutes to get his head back in the conversation, but soon they were ironing out the quote and Oliver was pleased with the price.
He gave Bryce an excited little peck on the cheek, not even thinking about it. “Thank you. I love it. It’s much better than what we’ve got now.”
Bryce cleared his throat, then smiled at Oliver. “I’m glad. I’ll have everything finalized when you come back to get the other quotes.”
Troy laughed. “He’s been bugging me about this for six months. I’m just glad we’re getting it done. I’m tired of talking about it.” Troy gave Oliver an indulgent smile. “He’s always right about this stuff. I don’t even know why I ever put it off.”
Oliver tried not to smile. “I’m going to remember this conversation the next time you question me.” Bryce grinned as Troy gave him a stern look.
“Someone’s itching for a spanking.” Troy growled out the words, sending a shiver down Oliver’s spine.
He sighed and relaxed against a now-stiff Bryce. Deciding to push his luck a little, Oliver turned and whispered in Bryce’s ear. “He looks all stern and growly, but he knows how much I love being pulled down over his lap. Do you like spanking cheeky subs, Sir?”
Bryce groaned and tried to fight whatever was going through his head, but he finally gave in. Letting the hand that had been on the mouse come down to rest on Oliver’s legs, he caressed them with long, slow strokes. “I do. I think a sub looks wonderful with a pretty pink bottom.”
“So does Troy. He loves making my bottom red. He says it helps me to remember to behave, but I think it’s just because he likes it so much. I’m a good boy. I don’t need the reminder. You know I’m a good boy, don’t you, Sir?” Oliver turned back to Bryce, letting his voice drop low, and almost whispered the words into the Dom’s ear.
He could feel Bryce’s cock jerk, and the Dom laughed. “I think you’re a handful.”
Then to Oliver’s delight, Bryce gave his ass a pat before he continued. “I bet you have to be constantly watched.”
Oliver gave him an adorable expression and pouted, shaking his head. “I’m such a sweet sub.”
Troy cleared his throat to cover up a laugh. “Kitten, you’re adorable and sexy, but you’re a handful.”
Oliver gave Bryce a wide-eyed look and gave the Dom a confused expression that he knew looked sexy. “Sometimes Troy says he needs an extra set of hands just to keep me in line.”
“And you have no idea what he means, do you?” Bryce grinned and shook his head.
“No.” Oliver leaned close again and let his lips get close enough to touch Bryce’s ear. “I’m such a good boy. I’m obedient and I always try to do my best. When Troy tells me to bend over for my spanking, I do it right away. When he tells me to kneel down so he can use my mouth, I take his cock in and relax my throat so he can sink in deep where it gets tight. When he wants me to fuck myself on his cock, I climb right up and ride him until he lets me come. See, I’m a good boy.” Oliver clenched his legs together and shifted just enough to make Bryce moan. He could almost see the restraint slipping away from the tightly controlled Dom.
Oliver knew the passion would explode out of him when he was ready to let it all go.
“It sounds like you’re a very good boy.” Bryce growled out the words, staring at Oliver like he wanted to devour him. Bryce’s eyes flitted over to look at Troy for a second, and whatever he saw pleased him because he relaxed even more and his hand moved back to caress the top of Oliver’s ass. “Good boys get rewarded.”
And he had him.
Oliver let the need he was feeling flow right out through his voice, making it husky and breathy. “Do you know I want for my reward, Sir?”
Bryce tightened his hold on Oliver and seemed to stop moving. “What?”
“For you to come out to dinner with us.”
Bingo.