by Beth Bolden
“We are not going to have an orgy,” Wyatt said. “We’re having dinner. That’s all.”
“Are you sure?” Ryan asked.
And he had been, because it wasn’t like Nick had used the words “orgy” or “group sex” at all, but then how could someone like him do that and keep it secret? He’d have to be circumspect about it. And suddenly Wyatt was sweating, unsure that maybe they just had been invited to an orgy.
“Uh,” Wyatt hesitated.
“What did he say?” Ryan asked with growing curiosity.
“I. . .” Wyatt didn’t even remember what the words anymore. Only the impression they’d left. All that sly humor in Nick’s dark eyes. The meaty biceps exposed by Colin’s skintight t-shirt.
But it was too late to remember anyway, because they were pulling up to a massive wrought-iron gate that put even Ryan’s to shame.
“I guess they take their security really seriously,” Ryan muttered under his breath.
“The man owns a private island,” Wyatt hissed. “Also, if we were regularly inviting people over for foursomes, wouldn’t you want a lot of security?”
Ryan looked at him, sudden anxiety blossoming over his face. “Is that really what you think this is?”
“No, no, it’s definitely dinner. Just dinner . . we’ve both clearly spent too much time with Tony lately.”
“Right.” Ryan didn’t look very convinced.
“Who knows what’s going to happen,” Wyatt said with a shrug as they pulled through the gate and up the drive. The car stopped, and the driver opened the door for them. “Whatever does, we’re fine.”
“This is a terrible idea, why are we doing this?” Ryan hissed. “What if Tony was right, and it’s not just dinner?”
Wyatt shot him a look and then reached out for his hand and gripped it firmly. “Does it matter? We’re young and attractive and exciting.”
Ryan shot him a look. “Who are you trying to convince? We’re spending more evenings cuddling on the couch than out at Temple these days.”
Wyatt honestly wasn’t sure. Maybe he was trying to convince himself?
But before either of them could chicken out the rest of the way, the massive hardwood front door swung open and Colin and Nick were standing there.
“Hey,” Nick said, waving them up the stairs. “How was the drive over?”
“Uneventful,” Ryan said, shaking hands with Colin and Nick again.
“Come see the house,” Colin said. Anyone who sounded that excited about real estate probably wasn’t into group sex, but then Wyatt could still hear his brother’s sly voice as they walked into the massive foyer. He could be into real estate and porn. They’re not mutually exclusive interests, baby bro.
The house was enormous, and as they walked through it, Colin excitedly pointing out different architecture features, Wyatt slowly began to relax. Anyone who took them on this kind of specific tour of the house and grounds was definitely not interested in having an orgy any time soon.
Wyatt let out the breath he hadn’t quite known he was holding as they ended up in the enormous backyard, and then as Ryan walked up next to him, he heard his boyfriend exhale in a long whoosh as they both took in the incredible view of the Pacific Ocean.
“Imagine having the money for this,” Ryan said, even though he was a millionaire many, many times.
The pool went right up to the edge of the fortified cliff, giving the impression that you could just swim right out into the ocean, even though it was several hundred feet down.
“It’s pretty fucking amazing, isn’t it?” Nick said, walking up to them. “Colin’s just letting the chef know that we’re about ready to eat.”
“Yeah,” Wyatt said. Ryan’s house was really nice—the entire neighborhood was full of multimillion dollar homes. But this compound sitting on a piece of priceless property, with an incomparable view? That was a whole different ballgame. Literally.
“You guys have a chef?” Ryan asked.
Nick rolled his eyes. “Didn’t you hire Wyatt to be your chef?”
“Yeah, but . . .” Ryan flushed. “That was different.”
“Probably because you didn’t ever intend for me to be your actual chef,” Wyatt teased.
Ryan grinned. “That’s true,” he admitted. “You were too cute to resist, lookin’ all serious in that CV photo you sent.”
“Dinner’s ready,” Colin said as he approached their group. “I thought we’d eat out on the lanai.”
“Look at you, all formal,” Nick jabbed him as they walked over to where the table was set. “Can you really call it a lanai if we’re not in Hawaii?”
“Our designer calls it a lanai,” Colin said stubbornly.
“Who’s your designer?” Ryan asked, so eager that Wyatt already knew they’d be going home, maybe not with a couple of satisfying orgasms under their belt, but at least the name of Colin’s designer, who would probably transform their backyard into something magical and also charge a fortune to do it.
Colin launched into a rhapsodic description of the designer and the miracles he could create, though frankly, Wyatt thought he’d have to be pretty basic to not be capable of doing something fantastic with the raw material that Colin and Nick had given him with this place.
“Hey,” Nick said, leaning over as the first course was laid in front of them. “Between us, how is Ryan’s team treating you?”
Wyatt looked at Nick. Those silver aviators were back on his face, but the rest of his expression seemed kind. Concerned, actually. But it wasn’t like Wyatt could just forget that Nick still worked in the news media. It’d be a real good scoop if he could say, Ryan Flores’ boyfriend is unhappy with how pushy the Dodgers are.
“Ehhhhh,” Wyatt said, not wanting to lie, but also not wanting to be completely honest either. He didn’t know Nick well enough for that, couldn’t hope to trust him that much yet. “I think it’ll be okay. They’re just . . .you know . . .excited that they have a new couple they can send to all these LGBT-friendly events.”
Nick nodded. The concern on his face hadn’t really gone away. “Just don’t let them push you too hard,” he said, forking a slice of tomato in his salad.
“I’m trying not to,” Wyatt admitted, and that was honest.
“Good.” Nick sounded satisfied that he’d at least gotten him to concede that. “Colin still has a few years left in his contract so I try to keep some professional distance because with my job, it can be a conflict of interest. But you don’t have that kind of good excuse.”
Wyatt nodded, understanding and maybe more than a little jealous that Nick had such a great reason to not get too involved. Already the Dodgers were pushing for more appearances. He’d claimed he was busy with the food truck, but truthfully, Tony was handling more and more of those responsibilities.
Something else that Wyatt hadn’t expected when he’d accepted Nick and Colin’s invitation—the reminder he wasn’t sure what he really wanted to do with his life, still.
As they finished their dinner, the sun had just begun to set and the intense painful blue of just a few minutes ago had already faded to intense shades of scarlet and purple and orange. “We should take a dip,” Colin said. “What do you guys think?”
Wyatt thought of finally getting to verify that Colin O’Connor was as blindingly hot as he’d been on that Sports Illustrated cover, and also couldn’t help but wonder if he’d be able to sneak a picture or two for Tony. “Yeah, that sounds great,” he said. “But I’m afraid we don’t have any trunks with us?”
Nick’s glance was wicked. “Do you really need some?”
Colin’s glare at his husband was swift, and he flushed, bright red spreading up from underneath his collar, up his neck and headed towards his cheeks. “We have some they could borrow,” he spluttered. “They don’t have to be naked.”
“But it’d be fun, wouldn’t it?” Ryan inserted, and Wyatt felt his hand, under the table, squeeze his knee reassuringly.
Was Wyatt willing to get naked in front of
Colin and Nick? They’d be in the pool, wouldn’t they? And it wasn’t like he had anything to be ashamed of. He was fit—maybe not quite as fit as Colin, but then who was?
Maybe, Wyatt thought speculatively, his own, very hot, boyfriend.
“Sure,” Wyatt said, and ordered his cock not to stir in his shorts, though he was feeling it already.
Without a single word, Colin stood and peeled off his shirt.
And suddenly, it was a hell of a lot harder to ignore the way his nerves were tingling with the beginnings of arousal. Colin was definitely as hot and ripped as the cover they’d all spent their teen years stealing and using as jackoff material.
“Show off,” Nick drawled, but his expression was full of love and so much affection it seemed to simply radiate out of him.
“Yeah, but you love it,” Colin retorted with a grin. “You wanna join me?”
“I think I’d rather watch the show,” Nick said slyly. “Come on, then, show me. I’m waiting.”
Colin tipped his head bashfully, but proceeded to strip off his shorts, leaving him only in a pair of incredibly tight bright blue briefs. Wyatt swallowed hard. This was somehow even better than the Sports Illustrated, and yeah, staying soft would be fucking impossible, especially when Colin shot his husband a hot look, that promised all kinds of additional naughtiness, and reached for the waistband of his briefs, beginning to tug them down.
Wyatt glanced away, turning his attention to his own boyfriend. The show didn’t feel like it was meant for them, but more for Nick, and he felt both incredibly turned on and painfully awkward watching it. He heard Colin hit the water and felt a wave of relief rush through him. It wasn’t like Colin O’Connor wasn’t just over there, totally naked, but at least he was mostly covered by the water now.
Ryan met his eyes with a fiery glance of his own. “Let’s go,” he said, and stood too, shedding his shirt and his jeans as he went, and Wyatt was pretty sure he wasn’t the only one watching the delectable curves of Ryan’s ass, hidden just under his own tight briefs as he sauntered over towards the pool. He glanced back, like he wanted to make sure Wyatt was still watching. And fuck, like Wyatt could ever look away from him. He was glorious, all lean, chiseled muscle wrapping up the sweetest, funniest guy that Wyatt had ever met. The most loyal, and the most lovable. How had he gotten so goddamn lucky?
He knew a lot of people thought he was just with Ryan because he was rich and a professional baseball player, but Wyatt would’ve loved him if he was penniless.
“We’re pretty fucking lucky, aren’t we?” Nick echoed his own feelings.
Wyatt looked up at the other man in surprise. He hadn’t heard him get up, but he was already shirtless, his jeans unbuttoned and partially unzipped. Tony had been right; he was hardly a slouch in the looks department either, and from the predatory way Colin was staring at him from across the pool, where he and Ryan were circling each other, his husband definitely thought he was hot as hell.
“The luckiest,” Wyatt agreed, finally standing.
“A lot of people think I’m here for this shit,” Nick said, waving his hand over the backyard and the sunset view, and it was incredible, “but I’m here for the guy, and only the guy, honestly.”
It was impossible to see them together and think any differently. Wyatt knew that Ryan had once said they were boring, but Wyatt was seeing a different side of them now—and a vision that he hoped that one day he and Ryan could emulate. Utter, complete, everlasting devotion.
“We’d better not let them get started without us,” Nick said, shucking his jeans the rest of the way, and Wyatt followed suit, pushing away the pulse of shame he felt at his half-hard dick when he saw that Nick was hardly soft either.
They were an attractive group; it was to be expected. Right?
Finally naked, Wyatt dove into the deep end of the pool, the water cool and refreshing on his skin. When he reached the surface, pushing his hair out of his eyes, Ryan was right there, dark lashes spiky with water, the incendiary look in his eyes making it clear just how much he’d enjoyed the show.
“This is nice,” Nick said, floating over to where Colin was stretched out on the far side of the pool. Colin immediately wrapped a hand around him and tugged him closer, so close that Wyatt had to wonder how tangled they were, under the protective camouflage the water offered.
Just as he thought it, Ryan’s hand snaked down, underneath the water, and circled his own dick. Wyatt spluttered, and Ryan’s expression turned calculating. “You okay there, honey?” he asked sweetly. Innocently. When he was nothing of the kind.
“Fine,” Wyatt said, letting Ryan lead him to the wall that overlooked the Pacific. “Just . . .really, really fine.”
“You sure are,” Ryan said.
Colin laughed.
“See?” Nick said. “No swimsuits required.”
Maybe it wasn’t quite the orgy that Tony had envisioned, but it was something, and Wyatt knew that Ryan was never, ever going to accuse these two of being boring again.
He pushed away the thought of his brother, as Ryan’s fingers teasingly circled his cock, not exactly jerking him off, but not really letting him get soft either.
“I’m glad we came,” Wyatt said, and discovered that despite all his nerves of what these two might expect, he really meant it. Not many others knew what it was like to be in a couple with someone who was rich and famous and used their considerable physical gifts to earn their living.
“We’ve had our eye on you guys for a while,” Colin admitted and then flushed again. It was cute how awkward he was. “Not like that,” he hastily added, which caused his husband to laugh.
“Then like what,” Nick asked innocently. Wyatt had a feeling that particular trait was as much a part of his personality as it was Ryan’s. Which was basically not at all.
“You know, they’re like us, a little,” Colin tried to explain.
“Yeah,” Nick agreed, nodding thoughtfully. And it was a little bit like looking in a mirror, gazing over at the other side of the pool, one guy with dark hair cuddling with a blond one.
Wyatt felt Ryan’s muscles bunch under his fingertips as he stroked the damp skin on his back. They were both feeling hot and trying to tamp it down, and it was hard.
Literally.
“You should come to a game sometime,” Nick said. “We have this private island out near Miami. You could stay with us.”
“That’d be fun,” Ryan said. “Have you ever thought of trying to play for a different team? Maybe one a little closer to LA? I mean, you own all this.” He gestured. It was crazy, thinking they owned this in California, but also had a compound in Florida, where Colin worked.
“Maybe someday,” Colin said thoughtfully. “Not sure I’ll play forever.”
“There’s always the Riptide,” Wyatt said, referring to the Los Angeles NFL expansion team that was only a few years old.
“Yeah, they’ve got a great quarterback though,” Colin said with a grin. “Have you ever met Heath Harris?”
Ryan shook his head.
“He keeps to himself a lot,” Nick said. “Nice guy though. Great football player.”
“Yeah,” Colin said, a little bit sulkily. Like he didn’t like his husband calling anyone else great but him. It might have been ridiculous, but the love between them shone so bright, like a golden thread that stretched from one heart to another.
“Stop it,” Nick said, amused as he smacked Colin lightly on the arm. “You’re my favorite QB, and you know it.”
“Am I your favorite baseball player?” Ryan asked, turning towards Wyatt, an impossibly sexy grin on his face. Wyatt rolled his eyes. Like it was even a question.
“From the moment you gave that interview,” Wyatt admitted, and that was actually the truth.
“See,” Colin whispered, his voice still carrying across the pool, “they are like us!”
Nick laughed, a low and sexy growl, and out of the corner of Wyatt’s eye, he saw Colin reach for him, kissing him har
d and long.
Wyatt turned to Ryan and decided that he’d waited long enough to kiss him too, so leaned down, capturing his mouth with his own.
The sunset faded slowly from view as they alternately floated through the pool, exchanging casual small talk, until finally Colin said, “I’m going to go grab some towels.” He lifted himself out of the pool, the muscles in his arms bunching as he did it, and Nick watched, entranced. And frankly, Wyatt was pretty distracted by the sight himself.
“I’m gonna help,” Nick said, following suit, and Ryan and Wyatt watched as they went into the house, still dripping water.
Ryan turned to him. “They’re totally going to have sex,” he whispered intensely.
It was the exact same thought Wyatt had, and his cock began to fill again, just at the thought. Tony had said they’d make pretty hot porn, and he was right.
Wyatt reached for Ryan, pulling him close, and Ryan wrapped his legs around his waist, their mouths meeting again in a hot clash that told the entire story: they both thought it was pretty damn hot that Nick and Colin had escaped to have sex.
“Oh my god,” Ryan said, suddenly wrenching his lips off Wyatt’s. “Oh my god,” he repeated again.
“What?” Wyatt said, and Ryan turned them slightly, and used his elbow to slightly point towards the house.
“Look.”
The house was a sprawling entity, spreading out across almost the entire front of the backyard, most of the rooms with windows no doubt installed to take advantage of the ocean view.
It seemed impossible to believe that Nick and Colin had forgotten that those same windows would have a good view the other direction, but they must have, because Nick had Colin pinned to a wall, a window giving both Wyatt and Ryan a pretty damn clear view of what they were doing.
“Oh fuck,” Wyatt exhaled sharply.
“How . . .do they not know we can see them?” Ryan asked. It felt wrong to watch, but also impossible to look away.
Colin was against the wall, Nick leaning into him, their mouths fused together as they kissed endlessly, and yeah that was definitely Nick’s hand wrapped around Colin’s cock and it was jerking him off hard and fast as Colin’s head tipped backwards, hitting the wall.
