Chapter 11

Before he surveyed the room for Matt and Toby, Bryce found a spot at the bar and ordered a drink. Within seconds, he located them, standing at a tall table near the bar, drinks in hand, watching the dance floor like they were making a plan.

He almost ran for the door. Was he going to be a reckless idiot or a gutless coward? He chose door number one. But he wasn't reckless enough to approach them yet. Maybe they wouldn't notice him. There were plenty of gyrating half-naked men on the dance floor who might attract their attention.

Bryce studied the crowd, trying to find someone who interested him half as much as Matt and Toby. There were plenty of men out there who were hot as hell and would probably bend right over for a big bear of a firefighter, but they weren't what he wanted.

He turned to order another drink, and a man slid in behind him, rubbing his firm body against Bryce's back. Nothing odd in a place like this, but usually his size intimidated people.

"Fancy seeing you here."

Toby. So they'd seen him after all.

He took his drink from the bartender and turned around. Toby was right there, so close that leaning in for a kiss would hardly take any effort. But Bryce didn't move. He simply waited. Toby moved even closer. Bryce could feel his warm breath, but instead of kissing him, Toby angled his head so he could speak against Bryce's ear. "We want you to join us."

Bryce couldn't have said no if his life depended on it. Toby took his hand and led him to their table. Once again, he wondered how the hell Toby managed to take control so easily when with any other man, Bryce set the pace.

Matt watched them as they approached. Even in the dim light of the room, Bryce could see uncertainty in his eyes. But when Toby glanced back at Bryce, he was all confidence. His blue eyes sparkled in a grin that could melt even the coldest heart.

"I thought you didn't go out much." Toby shouted to make himself heard over the music.

"I don't, but I decided to tonight." He glanced at Matt. Had he told Toby about the note?

"Did we inspire you?" Matt asked, smiling now and looking less concerned.

"I didn't feel like sitting home alone tonight."

Toby caressed his arm. "We didn't want you sitting alone at the bar either."

"I doubt he'd have been alone for long," Matt insisted.

Toby rolled his eyes. "That's why I had to grab him quick."

Bryce laughed. "Are you laying claim to me?"

Toby grinned. "Abso-fucking-lutely."

Bryce should have been bothered by that, but he wasn't. He was thrilled, his body buzzing. He wanted to take them home right then.

The DJ started a new song, and Matt grabbed Toby's arm. "Come on. This is your favorite."

"Join us?" Toby asked.

Bryce shook his head. "I'm more of a watcher."

"Then we'll have to give you a good show."

Despite Toby's comment, Bryce expected them to melt into the crowd. Instead, Matt grabbed Toby and pulled him in tight as they began to swing their hips.

Bryce's cock responded immediately. They looked just as hot as they had in his fantasy. Matt held Toby's hips tight as they moved against each other. Toby dropped his head back and shimmied against Matt, his body slithering in a way that shouldn't be humanly possible. Other men moved around them, against them. Toby and Matt flirted and touched, but they also remained pressed together, never seeming truly interested in anyone else.

To make his fantasy come true, all Bryce had to do was cross the space between the table and the dance floor. If he joined them, they were his. He could take them home and do everything he wanted to them. Well, maybe not everything. He couldn't possibly accomplish that in one night.

But fear kept him rooted in place, alternately watching them and trying to distract himself by appreciating the men around them. A lithe man with long dark hair took hold of Toby from behind, rubbing up on him. Toby relaxed against him, laying his head back on the man's shoulder. Matt leaned in and kissed Toby's neck. Bryce could easily imagine him swiping his tongue across Toby's sweaty skin.

The dark-haired man wrapped his arms around Toby's waist, but Matt yanked Toby back against him and the man flitted off. A tall, muscular man who'd removed his shirt to show off his chiseled chest began grinding up on Matt. The stranger's ass was perfection in leather pants. His movements were fluid as he closed his eyes and worked his body in a way that said he knew exactly how to give his whole self over to sensual endeavors. He was just the type Bryce usually went for. A few seconds later, the man moved away from Matt and Toby and headed toward the bar. Bryce considered pursuing him. He'd be a good distraction and be much safer than Toby and Matt, but Toby had claimed Bryce and it was a bond he seemed incapable of breaking.

When he glanced back at Matt and Toby, they were headed toward him. As they worked their way to the table, Toby pulled his shirt off, and Matt did the same. The sight of their sweat-slick chests made Bryce forget all about Mr. Perfect Ass.

"Entertaining enough?"

Bryce grinned. "Very. Especially the guy that just walked away."

Toby stuck his lower lip out in a pout, but Matt looked in the direction the guy had gone. He leaned in close to Bryce, no longer seeming shy like he often did. Dancing had made him bold, or else the pulse of sex in the air was affecting him as surely as it affected Bryce. "From the feel of it, his cock could do a hell of a lot of entertaining."

Bryce chuckled. "His ass would look damn fine with my cock in it."

Toby gasped and pretended to be shocked.

"You could see the goods a lot better if you came out on the floor with us," Matt pointed out.

"Feel them too," Toby added.

He wanted to feel Matt and Toby's goods, but some thread of sanity was holding him back.

Toby grinned at him, the look excessively cheeky. He cocked his head to the side and licked his lips. The glisten of sweat on his pale chest drew Bryce's attention to his light pink nipples, which were hard and begging to be tasted.

"I dare you," Toby said.

Oh fuck no. Bryce thumped his glass down on the table. He was halfway to the dance floor before he realized just how well he'd been played.

Matt laid a hand on his spine, encouraging him to keep moving. When they reached the edge of the crowd, Bryce took Matt's hand and pulled him around to stand in front of Toby. "Dance with Toby like you were earlier. Hold him; show him how much you want him."

Matt swallowed. "O-okay."

Bryce heard the resistance to taking commands. Making him surrender again was going to be fucking amazing. "Make him crazy for you."

"Oh fuck!" Bryce read the words on Toby's lips.

"We'll see about that."

Toby winked, obviously able to read his lips too.

Matt turned to him, and Bryce sucked in his breath at the depth of emotion he saw in Matt's dark eyes. "Are you sure?"

Why did Bryce feel like Matt wanted him to be sure of something far more serious than fucking him again? "Are you?"

Matt swallowed, and Bryce studied the line of his throat. "Yeah. I…" He glanced over his shoulder at Toby. "I am."

Bryce nodded. "Then go get him."

Toby was already dancing, face to face with a lovely blond boy. They were all so young Bryce wondered what the hell he was thinking.

Turn all those thoughts off for tonight.

So I can regret it even more in the morning.

Not as much as you'd regret giving up this chance.

Matt moved in behind Toby, grasped his hips and pulled him into the curve of Matt's body. Bryce was glad no one could hear his groan over the music as he watched Matt thrust against Toby's ass and Bryce imagined how good it would feel. He took a step, bringing Toby with him, then spinning him around so they were face to face. He leaned in and whispered to him. Toby kissed him. Bryce's cock was already half-hard, but watching them kiss got it fully engaged in the game. He moved in close behind Matt just like in his fantasy.

"Is he hard for you like you are for him?" he whispered in Matt's ear. Matt shuddered and Bryce wanted to grab the two of them and drag them out of there, but he wasn't going to rush this night.

Toby reached for Bryce then, pulling him into a kiss. He was too startled to protest. He opened for Toby's questing tongue and ground himself against Matt's ass, desperate for friction on his cock as Toby tongue-fucked him. Once again, Toby's skill was intoxicating. Where the hell had he learned to do those things with his tongue?

When Toby finally pulled back for air, Bryce swayed, dizzy from the pleasure. Could someone come just from a kiss? "Damn," he muttered.

Matt looked over his shoulder. "He's so fucking good at that."

"Yeah" was all Bryce could manage to say.

Toby just grinned.

"Stroke his cock," Bryce whispered in Matt's ear as he captured Matt's hand and pushed it between their hips.

Toby's head dropped back, and he bucked into Matt's touch. Bryce reached for Toby's hips, holding the three of them together as he thrust against Matt's ass. He wanted to fuck them right there. He glanced around and realized they had several onlookers.

Were they hoping Bryce would take things further? Did they want to see him fuck his men in front of them? Did they want him to order Matt and Toby to their knees so they could watch them suck Bryce off? Hot as that fantasy was, Bryce had better sense. They needed to take this somewhere else quickly.

He let go of Toby's hips and pulled Matt away from Toby. He thought Toby whimpered, though he couldn't have really heard it over the pounding music. Tilting his head toward their table, he took Matt's hand to lead him off the dance floor.

Toby tugged on his arm, pulling him down so he could talk against his ear. "What's wrong?"

Bryce smiled to reassure him. "We're going back to my place."

"Really?" Toby beamed.

Bryce nodded, though he wondered if he could make it that far. He was so horny that fucking in the parking lot sounded better every second.

"I'll drive," he said as they exited the club and the music faded enough for regular conversation. He'd only had one drink, and he had no idea how much they'd had before he arrived. Besides, he liked to be in charge, and so far they didn't seem to mind that at all.

Toby climbed in front with him, and Matt slid into the backseat and strapped on the middle belt so he could lean forward. Bryce turned around, unable to resist snatching a kiss. Matt groaned, leaning into him, sliding a hand into his hair, and kneading his scalp. Bryce hated that he had to pull away, but they were never going to get to his place if he didn't start driving.

"You two still good with me taking control? Maybe pushing things further than last time?" he asked as he cranked the engine.

"God, yes. The way you take charge is part of what makes you so fucking hot," Toby said.

"Mmmhmm," Matt agreed.

Toby grabbed Bryce's right hand and placed it on the bulge in his jeans. "Feel that? That's what happens every time I think about you getting all bossy, telling me what to do. I want to obey your every command."

Bryce stroked him, giving him just a touch of pressure. Toby arched up. "More."

"You'll get more when I say so."

Toby shuddered. "God, I need this."

Matt leaned in closer. "Are you going to torment him? Because I really want to see that."

Bryce laughed at Matt's eagerness. "I might torment you both."

"So long as fucking is involved. I want to feel you in my ass again." Matt's voice had a dreamy quality that made Bryce shudder.

"I haven't thought of much else since that night," Bryce admitted, surprising himself.

"Me either."

"Are we going to fuck in the car or are you really driving us home?" Toby asked.

Bryce put the car in gear and backed out. "This car would never work for all the things I've got planned for you."