Page 29 of Burning Up

“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.”

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As soon as Bryce opened his front door, Rollo came bounding toward them, ready to pounce. “Watch out,” he called as the dog did his best to knock them all to the floor with the full extent of his excitement.

“Settle down, boy!” he yelled, but Rollo just kept yipping, snorting, and sniffing like mad. Bryce walked through the kitchen and opened the back door. “Out.”

At the sound of the word, Rollo’s nails slid on the floor as he tried to change direction. Matt and Toby were laughing so hard, Bryce was surprised they weren’t crying.

“A little excited, isn’t he?” Bryce asked as Rollo shot into the small fenced-in yard and raced around before finding a spot to do his business. “I rescued him, and he’s still trying to repay me by loving me to death.”

“Aw, you got him at the shelter?” Toby asked.

“No, I pulled him out of a burning building, and no one claimed him.”

“Wow, that’s like Hallmark-movie kind of sweet,” Toby said.

Bryce snorted. “Hardly. I’d been thinking about getting a dog, but I’d held off because of my hours. Luckily, I’ve been able to find awesome dog sitters to help me out, and Rollo doesn’t seem to mind.”

“No,” Matt agreed. “He doesn’t.”

Rollo scratched at the back door and Bryce let him in. He circled them, but at least this time he didn’t pounce. “If we go in the bedroom, he won’t bother us,” Bryce promised. “Now that he’s had his wild run, he’ll likely go to sleep.”

Focusing on the dog had distracted Bryce from his need, but as he led the way to his bedroom, the pulse of desire returned. Apparently he wasn’t the only one feeling it either. Toby practically pushed them through the door and kicked it closed behind them. “I love dogs, but this is going to be all about us.”

Toby crossed the room to the foot of Bryce’s king-size bed—a luxury Bryce had allowed himself after his promotion—and began undoing his pants.

“We don’t have to rush this,” Bryce said. “Unless you have other plans for later. I had the impression I was the only man on your agenda.”

Matt shook his head. “No other plans.”

“Good because I have a few things to say first.”

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