“Great, so you have the money to throw at the problem,” Bryce scoffed. I wanted to reach through the phone and slap the shit out of him. He wasn’t the pessimist in this little trio, that was my job. “That doesn’t change the fact that it’s not as easy as writing a check. There’s paperwork to be filed, background checks to be run, and a whole bunch of shit I’m not thinking of right now because I’m so pissed off.”
“Then get your ass home so we can do it,” Eric suggested. “Between my money and your experience, we can do this, Bryce. I’ll keep saying it until you believe me, but I’m willing to do whatever it takes.”
If not for the fact that Eric was driving, I’d have climbed on his lap and kissed him senseless. He wasn’t going to let this go. He wasn’t going to give up on the guys at the center. He was determined to make sure that anyone who didn’t feel safe at home had a place to go. For the first time since he’d mentioned quitting baseball, I understood why. Life was more than a game. As much as I still loved that game, I was a bit jealous that he’d have something more in his life while I crisscrossed around the country all summer. They would have something they shared, and I’d be on the outside.
“There are loose ends I’d have to tie up here,” Bryce protested weakly. I smiled, knowing Eric was stubborn enough that he wouldn’t give up until Bryce walked back into our home and our lives, this time for good.
“Then start doing whatever you need to do. Just get it done and get your ass home. There’s work to be done.”
“Look at you, getting all bossy,” Bryce teased. Since we’d gotten past the issues with Pot of Gold in record time, the mood had lightened significantly. “I like it.”
“Yeah, well someone has to take the lead and it can’t always be you,” Eric retorted.
“Hey, when’s it my turn?” I asked, pretending to be offended when they both laughed. “What? I think it’s only fair that we all have a chance.”
“Drew, there are many reasons for us to love you, but your ability to think under pressure isn’t one of them,” Bryce quipped.
“Oh, so I’m just a pretty face to you?” I sulked. Yeah, it stung a bit to know that neither of them thought of me as a decision-maker. To me, the feeling mirrored some sort of personality flaw.
Eric ran his hand along the inside of my thigh. I shifted in my seat because the higher his hand climbed, the tighter my pants felt. “Babe, we love you for a hell of a lot more than your good looks, although those are a nice bonus. What Bryce is saying is that you’re much more content to have someone tell you what to do and then you go do it. You’re not a planner, you’re a doer. And you do very well.”
“Not helping,” I grumbled. Eric cupped my dick, trying to take my mind off everything but him.
“Eric, are you jerking him off right now?” Bryce asked. Eric laughed. “Stop that. When you get home, fuck his brains out, but I’m not comfortable with the thought of you fooling around when you should be paying attention to your driving.”
“Was that a suggestion or a demand?” Eric teased. I wasn’t sure I’d ever get used to the way he could easily slip from doing what he wanted to following whatever Bryce demanded. It was hot as fuck.
“How long until you’re back at the house?” Bryce’s breathing was stilted and I closed my eyes, picturing him sitting in his car along the side of the road, stroking his cock as he thought about what we were doing.
“Fifteen minutes if we skip lunch.”
“Skype me,” Bryce insisted. And no, it wasn’t a request. “Our plans the other night fell through, but I still want to watch you fuck him.”
“We could wait until you get home,” Eric offered. I slapped his upper arm because that was the worst idea I’d ever heard. It wouldn’t be quite the same with Bryce only watching over the computer, but there was no way in hell I could live through blue balls for however long he was gone.
“No,” Bryce demanded. “We’ll celebrate my homecoming when the time comes, but today, you’re going to set up the computer on a chair in the bedroom. I need to see the two of you almost as much as Drew needs to get off.”
I furrowed my brow, confused because I didn’t think I’d been that obvious about my need. Perhaps it was just another reminder of how well Bryce knew me. We said our goodbyes and Bryce disconnected the call. My stomach growled in protest but I ignored it. There’d be time for eating later. Right now, I wanted Eric to break the land speed record so we could be naked in bed.
Chapter 26
When Bryce mentioned wanting me to set up the laptop in the bedroom, I’d figured it would be easy. Chair, computer, done. Nope, it turned out it was a pain in the ass to get the laptop where it needed to be so Bryce had an unobstructed view of what was going on.
Making it even more difficult was the fact that he’d suggested that Drew strip and lie down on the bed while we made adjustments. You know, so he knew when the angle was just right. Then, he suggested that Drew start stroking himself and I wanted to say fuck it.
“Suck on your finger, Drew,” Bryce instructed. I turned my head just in time to see Drew swallow his middle finger to the third knuckle. I knew where that digit was going, and fuck if it didn’t make me hard as steel. I couldn’t help the groan that escaped my lips. “Yeah, you like watching that, don’t you? When I get home, maybe I’ll have him show you how good his fingers feel buried deep in your ass. Make him get you ready for me. Now, turn it a little more to the left.”
When I glanced down at the monitor, I noticed Bryce had adjusted his own laptop so the camera focused on his chest and his very erect, very naked dick. With his hand curled around the shaft, stroking as he told Drew to play with his ass. If they weren’t careful, I was going to blow my load before I even got over to the bed.
“You can really be a bastard when you want,” I complained. I reached down to ease the pressure behind my zipper, but Bryce stopped me, telling me to be patient. That was easy for him to say, he wasn’t the one stuck watching both of the men he loved jerking off while he fucked around with setting up a damn computer.
“I know.” Bryce chuckled. “That’s just about perfect. Now, why don’t you go and join him on the bed?”
I practically tripped over my own feet as I raced to Drew’s side. With one finger still buried deep in his ass, Drew pushed up and wrapped his hand around the back of my neck, pulling me down for a searing, passionate kiss.
His hand trailed over my shoulder and down my still clothed chest, tugging the fabric higher. While he went to work on the button of my jeans, I pulled my T-shirt over the back of my head and threw it somewhere across the room. Drew pulled away, biting down on my lower lip. I gasped and he seized the opportunity to tease me with his tongue.
“God, you two are fucking perfect together,” Bryce praised from across the room. “Eric, take off your pants and turn. I want you to fuck his hand while you get him ready for you.”
Both of us shifted on the bed to make sure our bodies weren’t blocking Bryce’s view. Drew curled his fingers around my shaft and began slowly stroking while I wrapped my lips around him. I teased the head, savoring the salty taste of him on my tongue. He bucked his hips, shoving more of him into my mouth than I’d been prepared for. I pressed down on his thigh to hold him in place.
The entire time, Bryce sat halfway across the country telling us what he wanted next and we willingly obliged. Drew groaned when I ran the tip of my tongue across his taint. Moaned when I circled his entrance. Gasped when I shoved two fingers deep inside.