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With every shot of cum from Cole’s cock and every breathless moan from Ava, Bryce edged closer. She collapsed to the side boneless, and Cole hugged her close before surging up, and latching their mouths together. The first press of Cole’s tongue in Bryce’s mouth was enough. He shuddered in Cole’s arms and pumped his hips forward once more, emptying his balls into the condom.
Breathless, sweat dripping from the end of his nose and tips of his hair, Bryce rested his weight on the man still clutching him.
“Fuck me,” Cole mumbled, breathless.
“Can’t move,” he responded, incapable of anything more coherent. But his cock was taking matters into its own hands, slipping free of Cole’s channel and earning a hiss from the man underneath him. “You okay?”
“Mmhmm.” Cole breathed out a laugh. “Don’t think I’ve ever had as good a dicking before.”
“Never want to stop.” Bryce froze, the words still ringing in his ears. But the kernel of truth was undeniable. He didn’t want to stop.
He propped himself up on his elbow, first looking at Cole and then at Ava. Both were staring at him. He knew they were waiting for him to expand on his thoughts. But his mouth had gone dry, the words lodged in his throat. Their time was coming to an end—the metaphorical cliff that their dream-come-true night would end at. Either they Thelma and Louise’d the crap out of it and jumped together, or they needed to wave to each other from a distance, each of them taking their own road and knowing it may never intersect again. If he let his dick do the talking, the answer was easy—jump together. But the implications for his future, his dream NRL career could be catastrophic.
Bryce swallowed, shifting off Cole and tied off the condom. With his back to them, he mumbled with a squeak in his voice, “So, yeah.” He cleared his throat, hoping he could rescue himself from firmly wedging his foot in his mouth. “Should we, ah, go for a swim while we can? The air might be good for all of us.”
There was a pause and Bryce’s shoulders slumped.
“Yeah, we should,” Ava replied, resting her forehead on his back, and wrapping her arms around his waist. Cole shifted forward, too, joining them. They sat there quietly for a moment, just breathing each other in and holding tight.
“We’ll need to eat too. Breakfast after?”
“Yeah,” Bryce agreed with a hitch in his voice. “Sounds great.”
After their swim, they indulged in a long breakfast, picking up his truck hours after the tyre company called to say it was ready. They detoured, checking out the marina, and lingering until they agreed to stop for takeaway coffees before they left the little village.
*****
Now that they were passing the Welcome to Queensland sign, marking the border between the two states, Bryce wished he’d been brave enough to say something, or perhaps smarter to have not said anything earlier. He wasn’t ready to leave them, but time was fast running out.
In half an hour, he would have dropped both Ava and Cole off.
They’d all been lost in their thoughts during the latter part of their drive. Barely a word had been spoken since the turn off to Byron Bay. Bryce didn’t know what to say. But he also realized he wasn’t just thinking with his dick. He’d never dated anyone who he’d had such an instant connection with. Ava was perfect for him. Smart as hell and gorgeous; it was as if she’d stepped out of his dreams. And then there was Cole. The deep scowly frown was planted firmly on his face again, his lips pursed and knee jiggling as he gritted his teeth. Bryce loved peeling the layers of his personality back while dodging the spikes. He wanted more time with both of them. But how did he get it?
He was being selfish, though. It’d be better for everyone, and especially his career, if they ended things here. His head told him he should remember their time together as the moment he’d lived out his fantasy—the one and only time he got to be with a man before retirement. But his body? His heart? They were singing from a whole other song sheet. His gut sank, clenching at the prospect of letting them walk out of his life. Could he take a chance?
Bryce chewed on his lip, debating his options. Another hook-up? A holiday fling? Even more than that? Secrecy was the only way of making any of it work. Both Ava and Cole had already promised they wouldn’t out him, except that only worked for something casual. The more Bryce thought about it, the more he could see himself with them. They’d clicked.
But he was being stupid. They’d had one night together, and Bryce was already prepared to bend the rules, making exceptions for them. He had to stay the course. He had to keep focussed on the dream. Being pan and a professional footballer weren’t mutually exclusive—he was positive of that—but he did have to make sacrifices.
Being open about who he was just wasn’t an option, and anything less than that wasn’t fair to the person or people he was with.
This fling had happened at the worst possible time. He was playing in the reserves and hoping to get an invitation to train with the professional team. He’d gotten to where he was by following the rules—his rules as much as the rules of the game—and being the best at what he did. He tried to be the nice bloke. He’d always led the field, been the golden boy. He’d kept his nose clean and worked hard. When every other one of his mates were out doing stupid shit, he was singularly focussed on training and getting to the NRL.
He was an expert at anticipating players’ movements and reactions. He knew when to charge forward, putting his shoulder down and mowing through the resistance, and when to pivot. Was this one of those times where he had to step back so he could gain ground rather than crashing head on into a tackle? Or was he destined to drop the ball? He didn’t even know which analogy was worse—whether stepping back meant walking away or seeing their incredible day together from a different perspective. Had he scored the match winning try, or was he about to lose everything?
There was that tug again. A whisper that the storm that put them on this path was more than just serendipitous. It was as if the universe was telling him to sidestep. To take a chance. To reach out and grasp what was in front of him.
The decision was a whole lot harder than it had been a day earlier, and that meant something. He loved sex, but this was different. This was more than just fantastic orgasms. Walking away had never been an issue until now. The fact that he was having trouble letting go of the desire to see both Ava and Cole again told him just how unique their connection was.
But surely what he wanted was impossible. Wasn’t it?
Threesomes weren’t exactly the norm. They were a fantasy. A one-off or a kink. They weren’t for real people, and absolutely not for people who would, by default, be in the public eye. Would he do it again, though? As long as it was with Cole and Ava, there was no question. His answer was a resounding yes.
So maybe that was his solution. Another night to get his fill. One more night together to satiate the quiet whisper of “more” in the back of his mind.
Bryce nearly missed the exit from the motorway for Cole’s hotel. At least it would have been a good excuse to stay together. But he couldn’t. Slowing down as he took the turn, he watched Cole tighten his arm around Ava’s shoulders and press a lingering kiss to her temple. She squeezed Bryce’s thigh and his chest responded in kind. He needed to say something. He just didn’t know what.
Cole was staying at Currumbin beach. His beach. The very same one he’d grown up surfing at. He and his brothers rode there every day after school with their surfboards. The familiar waves grew closer as they crossed the bridge he’d jumped off once before, and he smiled wistfully at the estuary he’d spent entire summers at as a kid.
