Calling the Shots (20 page)
Beth’s surprised gasps turned into a long, low moan. Her muscles clamped down on him. She ground her hips down until she cried out as well and fell forward onto Josh’s chest.
“God, you two.” Oliver’s movements had grown shallow, but he never stopped moving. “Beautiful.”
Josh wrapped his arms around Beth but still managed to hook his legs around the back of Oliver’s ass. “Fuck me hard. I want to feel you tomorrow.”
Fingers dug into Josh’s thighs as Oliver increased the pace and depth of his thrusts. He pushed relentlessly into Josh, each time hitting his oversensitized prostate. The pleasure heated Josh from the inside, melting away his fears and regrets. Wrapped in their arms, he was treasured and loved. They were unified, his, a force that would propel his life onward.
Closing his eyes, Josh relished the feel of Oliver in him, Beth petting his skin and pressing kisses to him. Relaxed, he knew he’d never grow tired of this. Oliver’s cock pulsed seconds before his thrusts became erratic and he cried out. Oliver stilled his movements, his cock still deep inside Josh, and leaned forward.
They were nothing but a tangled heap—arms and legs, cocks and breasts—with no end or beginning in sight. Josh regretted Oliver slipping out from his body for only a moment. When the other man lay beside them, pausing to tug the discarded duvet across them, Josh knew everything would be fine.
Josh drifted on a haze of love and desire for what felt like hours. He should call home at some point and let his dad know everything was okay, but it could wait. Everything else would be fine as long as they stayed with him.
“I want to reopen the club.” He wasn’t sure either of them was awake when he’d spoken. Oliver cracked an eye open, and Beth made a soft hmmm sound. “Here in Vancouver.”
“What?”
They were both clearly awake then, staring at him. “I love Toronto, but this was home for a long time. After everything that happened with Kingston, I think I need to start over.”
“What about the people in Toronto?” Beth placed her chin on his chest.
He’d been thinking about this for days, long before they’d showed up on his doorstep. He could easily rebuild Mavericks and the old group would return. But as awesome as things had been, the unrest he’d been feeling was a symptom of a larger issue.
“They’ll be fine. I’d received an email from a group of investors I’d been speaking to before the fire. They heard about what happened and want to help. With the insurance, my savings and their money, I’ll be able to open both clubs. This gives me a chance to start something fresh while making sure everyone in Toronto is still looked after.”
“And you don’t want to go back?” Oliver wasn’t looking at him as he spoke, so Josh couldn’t tell if it was annoyance or something else in his tone.
“Paul said he’d be willing to run things there for me. Honestly, the only thing that would bring me back to Toronto now is if the two of you don’t want to stay here.”
Oliver lifted his head. “I’ve always wanted to live on the West Coast. I can be a massage therapist here as well as anywhere.”
“Your family won’t mind?” Josh cupped Oliver’s cheek and ran his thumb across the skin.
“They can fly out for visits when they want to see me.”
“And what about you living with the two of us?” Josh held his face and wanted to get lost in his eyes. “Won’t they mind you shacking up with a man?”
Oliver shrugged. “I don’t know. It’s not something that’s ever come up before. But I think after everything I’ve gone through with Mallory, they’ll be happy that I’m happy. Once they adjust.”
Josh turned to Beth, but she only shook her head. “You’ve met my parents. They might hate you for bringing me to Vancouver, but not for moving in with me.”
“You’ll be living with two men. Sharing our bed.”
“How about we’ll worry about it if it becomes an issue?”
“Fair enough.”
“Besides, this is a good thing.” She kissed his nipple. “Change is good for the soul. I’ll start running searches for potential locations and check out zoning regulations. Maybe we can find a spot for Oliver too.”
When Oliver grinned and nodded, Josh smiled. “Good.”
“In this together,” Oliver said, putting his head back down onto Josh’s chest. “Now, I need to sleep. No more life-altering revelations until later.”
Josh shifted the three of them into a comfortable position, closed his eyes and let the thoughts of new beginnings fill his mind. “I love you.”
The near silent hitch of their breathing was nearly lost in the gentle chorus of “Love you, too.”
* * * * *
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