“Get the condom,” Bryce urged. I wanted to appease him but I wasn’t ready to break my connection to Drew. I should have known he’d sense my hesitation. “Now, Eric.”
I hurried to get a condom and the bottle of lube out of the nightstand. It seemed to me it would have made better use of our time if he’d told Drew to set that up while I’d been fucking around with the computer.
Drew rolled onto his stomach and stuck his ass high enough in the air to give Bryce a good view. I envied how carefree he was when it came to showing off his body.
“Not like that,” Bryce informed us. I wondered briefly if this was how making porn felt. We knew what we wanted to do and we were both more than ready to do it, but at the same time, we were at the mercy of someone who was only indirectly involved in what was happening. And yet, Bryce’s interaction didn’t feel indirect at all. It felt as though he was doing what he needed to do to be fully involved with us. “You’re going to ride him, Drew. I want to see you burying that long cock deep inside your tight ass.”
It took me no time at all to comply with this suggestion. I laid back on the bed and handed the foil packet to Drew, then folded my hands behind my head. If this was Bryce’s way of allowing Drew to take control in some way, I was going to bask in the feelings of him wrapped around my dick.
Drew leaned forward and sucked my cock deep into his throat. I may never understand how he did so without gagging, but I was grateful as hell he could. He swallowed around me and I nearly lost the ability to think. Hell, I almost lost my entire fucking load down his throat. He pulled off and opened the packet, rolling it down my length at a painfully slow pace. He was enjoying the show he was putting on for Bryce. He laughed at the look of combined anguish and bliss on my face.
“Fuck me, Drew,” I begged him. This had gone on long enough I couldn’t guarantee I’d last beyond the initial entrance into his body. I wanted, more than anything, to fuck him until night fell, but I was too fucking close.
“With pleasure.” He straddled my body, squatting over me until I nearly flipped him onto the mattress. Then, I felt it. I looked up at Drew as he lowered himself onto me. He bit down hard on his lip to keep from screaming out as his body stretched around me. The pressure stole the words of praise, kept me from telling him exactly how perfect he felt, how beautiful he looked.
Bryce once again began chanting his praises through the computer as Drew rode my cock. I wondered how it looked from Bryce’s view, my dick disappearing into Drew’s body, the flex of his ass as he lifted off of me.
“Faster,” Bryce urged. “Fuck him like you mean it.”
I wasn’t certain which one of us that instruction was meant for, so I began bucking my hips off the bed, plowing fast and hard into Drew’s body every time he lowered himself. Within moments, the room was filled with Drew’s screams as cum jetted over our bodies. I kept fucking him, chasing my own release, moaning as I finally let go.
Drew collapsed on top of me, gasping for breath. Sweat dripped from his forehead onto my chest and I pushed the hair away from his face.
“I love you.” It was the first time I’d said those three words directly to him. Before now, it had only been mentions of the emotion in passing, but I wasn’t about to let another minute go by without both of them knowing how I felt. “You too, Bryce. I love you both.”
“Well, that’s good, because I think you’re stuck with us,” Drew quipped. I reached around and swatted his ass. “What? It’s true! I already live here and I swear you’d jump on a plane and drag him back here if you could. See what I mean? You’re totally stuck.”
“I don’t see it that way at all.” I looked over to see Bryce still watching us, although now he was fully dressed. That was a damn shame because I loved looking at the sculpted muscles on his chest. Loved feeling them even more, but that’d have to wait. “Some people go their entire lives without finding someone to love them, and I’ve got two of you. Seems to me I’m pretty damn lucky.”
“We all are,” Bryce added. Drew and I both looked over to the screen and saw him watching us, a mix of longing and sadness painted on his face. “As much as I’d love sitting here watching the two of you all day, the sooner I get started, the sooner I can come home.”
“What all do you have to do?” Drew asked.
“Well, to start, I have to write a letter of resignation. I’m sure it won’t be a surprise to him, but I have to do this the right way.” I knew he’d say that, but I didn’t have to like it. Hopefully, the right way only included giving the asshole two weeks’ notice. That was about fourteen days longer than he deserved, but I wouldn’t expect anything less from Bryce. In fact, part of me feared he’d tell us he was stuck out there until they found a suitable replacement. I’d support his decision if that’s what he chose to do, but it’d be hard to keep from telling him what I thought about the miserable piece of shit he worked for.
I pushed Drew off of me and laughed when he grumbled about wanting to stay where he was. Unfortunately, he wasn’t as light as he liked to think he was and it was getting hard to breathe. Plus, I had phone calls I needed to make and they couldn’t wait. We’d already wasted a valuable hour tending to our own needs when there was a group of guys depending on us to keep a roof over their heads.
“I’ll be home as soon as I can,” I informed him. “Pick up Cody after school, talk to the secretary about what we discussed earlier, and I’ll try to be home by dinner. If you want, offer to run by the center and pick up his stuff. While everything is up in the air, I’d rather he not be there.”
“What about the other guys?” Drew asked.
I kissed the top of his head. “I know you want to help everyone, but we have to start small. You take care of Cody and let me worry about the rest.”
“Okay.” I couldn’t believe how easily Drew backed down. That meant that either he was still in a post-fucking haze or he believed it’d all be okay. My money was on the former because the lines in his forehead spoke volumes as to how concerned he was about keeping the doors at Pot of Gold open.
By the time I walked out of my accountant’s office, I felt as if I were floating. The meeting had gone extremely well and while he had concerns about me buying out Pot of Gold, he thought it was a noble cause. I wasn’t sure about all that, but I smiled as he praised me and told me how proud my grandfather would be and thanked him for his time.
On the way home, life got even better when my agent called and gave me a quote that’d be fair to the other baseball players he’d lumped together for some joint investments. Essentially, once we figured out how to structure the non-profit, I would become a tenant in my own building. Even though I was leaving him high and dry by retiring, Sam had busted his ass to make everyone see why it was important for me to use the space.
All I wanted to do was go home and tell Drew and Bryce the good news, make sure Cody knew that it wouldn’t matter for him because he was staying with us for as long as he wanted, and fall into bed. The day had been one hell of an emotional roller coaster, and that wasn’t the type of thrill I loved seeking. I felt more drained than I did after a double header which meant I was nearly dead on my feet.
Unfortunately, Drew seemed to have other plans for the night. One side of the driveway was lined with cars and the house was lit bright enough you could have seen it from space. After parking, I walked to the back door and was hit by a wall of sound coming from the great room. It was the type of scene I expected to see on Super Bowl Sunday, but this was just an average Monday.
Drew rushed over to me when he noticed that I’d walked in. “Hey, I hope you don’t mind. I called Cam to vent about what’s going on with the center and he insisted on coming home to see how they could help. Apparently, that led to him calling and ratting me out to my parents, who called my sisters. Oh, and Jason called Sean and Mason, who then called their parents.”