Bryce
And he was very neatly trapped.
Sweet, sexy, and devious.
He should have guessed it was coming. Seeing them at his office had thrown his brain for a loop, though. When the temp, Maddie, maybe, or Mandy, he couldn’t remember, came in to tell him about the surprise clients who said they had an appointment, they were the last people he’d expected to see. Lack of blood in critical thinking organs may have played a part in it as well.
Bryce had known that they couldn’t be put off forever, but he never suspected they’d show up at the office. He should have. Bryce thought that Troy wasn’t the type to push, but one look at Oliver and he knew there was no way the sub would back down. Under all that innocence was pure fire. Bryce could see why Troy called him kitten.
It was dinner. Just dinner.
It wasn’t like they were asking for a collaring ceremony.
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.
Distracting.
What was he supposed to be doing?
Reports, logging out, quotes organized…he could do it. It didn’t help when Troy’s wandering hands finally reached Oliver’s nipples. It really didn’t help when the litany of dirty words started. Hearing Oliver’s little moans and gasps went right to his cock.
Torture.
Pure torture.
By the time Oliver was crying out and grinding his ass against Troy as he straddled the Dom’s leg, Bryce was ready to explode. Was Troy trying to drive him crazy or Oliver? Bryce was starting to get the feeling it was both of them.
When he stood, everything completed, Troy looked over at him and cocked an eyebrow. When Bryce nodded and mouthed ready, Troy released the nipples he’d been working so thoroughly. He was still more closed off than Bryce was used to seeing, but his eyes held wicked laughter as he smoothed Oliver’s shirt down.
“I think you owe Bryce an apology, kitten. You were trying to make him crazy, and that wasn’t nice.” The words made Oliver shiver and his unfocused eyes fought to look at Bryce.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have teased you, Sir.” Oliver was pure sex. The husky words went right through Bryce.
“Are you going to be good tonight?” Bryce wasn’t sure if he was asking about Oliver’s behavior at the restaurant or whatever might happen later, but Oliver nodded, probably understanding what Bryce was trying to say better than he did.
“Yes, Sir.”
Bryce still didn’t know if it was the best idea. Even if he put aside dating a Dom and a sub at the same time, there was still the issue of him dating two people at once. How was he supposed to explain that?
He’d agreed with Garrett, Brent, and Grant that they wouldn’t do anything in their personal life that would bring attention to the business. Just dating two people in a more vanilla relationship wouldn’t be within the boundaries of their agreement.
How would he explain that to prospective customers?
His family would understand if the business wasn’t involved—but it was. Mentally shaking his head, Bryce tried to remind himself that he was jumping the gun. Dinner didn’t mean serious. Dinner didn’t mean a ménage or polyamorous relationship. Just because that’s where his mind was going didn’t mean anyone else would see it that way.
Dinner could mean business meetings or hanging out with friends. Dinner could be casual and innocent. It didn’t have to mean spankings and domination. That’s what came to mind when he thought of dinner with the two of them, but it didn’t mean it had to be that way.
He was so screwed.
“I’m all finished. Are you two ready for dinner?” Dinner, it was just dinner.
“Yes.” They both spoke at the same time, one voice aroused and needy, the other confident but slightly hesitant, if Bryce read Troy right. He couldn’t blame him. It was hard to put himself in the other Dom’s shoes, but he couldn’t imagine how hard it would be to bring someone else into his relationship. They were obviously in love, and they wouldn’t want anything to come into their lives that might fuck it up.
As he led them out of the office and locked up, he tried to focus on enjoying their company and nothing else. They deserved his undivided attention. He was also looking forward to spending time with them. They’d talked multiple times since the club, and no matter what the topic, he got a kick out of both of them.
Troy was so serious but had a dry sense of humor and could get crazy wrapped up in anything sports related. Oliver was cute and loveable and could charm his way into just about anything he set his heart on. Evidently, he’d set his heart on Bryce.
Bryce wasn’t sure how he felt about that.
Flattered?
Yes.
Worried?
Possibly.
He just couldn’t picture it working out in reality like his fantasies had everything playing out. Obsessing over it wouldn’t help. He locked up and walked out the front with them to their car. Luckily, they’d been talking so long everyone else in the office had gone home, so he didn’t have to explain why he was walking out with their new insureds.
The temp would have been confused, but the rest of them would have been able to guess.
He knew he couldn’t hide his interest in either of them.
They were just…hot…perfect…sexy…funny…naughty…in other words, the picture of every fantasy he’d ever had. He was completely screwed.
Oliver walked around to the driver’s side after giving Bryce a tempting, teasing look. Troy gave his boy a tight grin. “In the truck, kitten. I’ll be right there.”
Oliver had a knowing grin, but nodded and climbed in the driver’s seat. Waiting not-so-patiently, he fiddled with things on the dashboard and watched the two men intently. Bryce wasn’t sure what Troy was going to say, but he was relieved he didn’t have long to wait because he didn’t think his stomach could handle it.
Troy turned away from the truck. “You want to do this, right?”
Was he asking about the food or something else? “Dinner or—”
“Everything.” Troy leaned back against the truck looking cool and collected, but Bryce could see the stress around his eyes and in the set of his lips. “If you only want to be friends, we need to know that up front. I’m going to be honest, we’re already more invested in this than you are, I think, and—”
“No, you’re not.” Bryce wasn’t sure what would happen, but he didn’t want Troy feeling unwanted or like Bryce wasn’t emotionally invested in the two men. Because he was. As crazy as it sounded, even to him, that one night changed everything. “I want to be here, and if we’re being honest, I’m not sure how I feel about everything, but you’re not the only one who feels something.”
It wasn’t much, and it definitely wasn’t romantic, but it satisfied Troy. His no-nonsense attitude and guarded exterior made Bryce sense that he’d rather have the truth laid out than anything flowery and dramatic. Oliver, on the other hand, would probably love something romantic. He glanced over at the man in the car, head cocked, looking like he was trying to read their lips.
Bryce got a big grin from Oliver, but he seemed more worried than he had when they were in the office. “If you make him wait any longer he’s going to pop.”
Troy grinned, nodding. “My kitten is very curious.”
“So, Little Italy, or did you guys have another restaurant in mind?” Standing in the parking lot was awkward. He wanted to get back to the more relaxed atmosphere that they’d had before. Sitting down eating seemed like the best way to get there.
“That’s fine.” Troy’s expression turned guarded again. “We need to talk about things before this gets too far.”
His insides felt like they were at war with each other. The firm way Troy was looking at him was making it hard to think. His internal sub wanted one thing and the Dom another. Bryce slid his hands in his pocket to keep from fidgeting and nodded. “I agree. What topics did you have in mind?”
Something flashed through Troy’s eyes, but Bryce couldn’t catch it. “You need to understand what Oliver and I want, and we all need to talk about expectations in a scene and in general. I want to make sure we’re all on the same page.”
“Understandable. And after dinner?”
“We’ll see what comes up at dinner, then we’ll go from there. If you’d like, you can come over to our house for a drink afterward.” Troy seemed to be waiting for Bryce to pull away and make an excuse not to go, but while he knew he probably should, he didn’t want to.
“Sounds good.” He glanced over and gave Oliver a wink to help keep him from worrying. “I’ll follow you over to the restaurant.”
“All right.”
Bryce watched as Troy turned and headed for the passenger side. Walking over to his vehicle, a sedan that looked small when compared to the truck, he got in and turned on the car. He knew Troy was concerned for Oliver, and he couldn’t blame him. Bryce wasn’t sure how long they’d been together or what their story was, but he knew he’d be worried if the situation were reversed.
He just didn’t know what he would say.
He wasn’t even sure what he wanted. Maybe that wasn’t quite true. He could see some of it, but he wasn’t sure it was realistic or the best idea. He knew long-term BDSM relationships could work. His own parents were proof of that. It was when you added in a Dom and a sub to the mix that made it more confusing.
Would they accept that as an answer?
I like the idea of this, but I’m not sure it can work wasn’t the most eloquent response. It was honest, though. That had to count for something.
He hoped for the drive over to magically take longer, but it seemed even shorter than usual. He still hadn’t worked out what to say by the time he’d pulled in and parked beside their truck. Excitement poured from Oliver, making Bryce smile. Even knowing the little brat would try to manipulate him into getting what he wanted didn’t dampen his grin.
Kitten was right.
Opening the car door, he got out and walked over to his dates. Not that he would call it that. Not yet, at least. “I’m starving.”
“Me too.” Troy didn’t look like he was talking about food.
Oliver laughed and smirked. “I’m always hungry.”
Oliver didn’t seem to be talking about food, either.
Bryce shook his head. “Come on, you two. Behave.”
They both gave him little smirks. Oliver’s a bit naughtier and Troy’s a bit more reserved, but still very similar. If they could get through dinner without drawing undue attention to themselves, he was going to count it a win. He wouldn’t bet on it, though.