Out of Bounds (Reedsville Roosters #5)

by Holley Trent

Gary shook his head hard and made the universal symbol for “nope” with his arms crossed into an X in front of him.

  “Why not?” Dean asked. He turned the phone a bit sideways and grinned at the screen.

  “What’s she doing?”

  “You want to see?”

  “No. Fuck no. I’m not into masochism.”

  “Is he hard?” Lo asked.

  Dean peeled his stare away from whatever his wife was doing on the screen and looked down at the crotch Gary couldn’t cover fast enough.

  Of course he was fucking hard. Not even alcohol could douse his quick-draw response.

  “Yep,” Dean told her.

  “Let me see.”

  “There’s nothing to see. He’s covering it.”

  “Well. You’re bigger than him, so…”

  “Wait.” Gary made that X again. “I don’t know what kind of trouble you two are trying to get me into, but—”

  “Gary, shut up,” Lo said. “Baby, prop the phone so I can see.”

  “Okay,” Dean said.

  “See what?” Gary asked, backing slowly toward the bathroom. He had no idea what those two were up to, and the last time he’d been in the company of man who let his wife boss him around in the bedroom, Gary had ended up with a black eye and a loose tooth when the guy decided he didn’t like being cuckolded after all.

  Dean propped the phone up atop a couple of phone books and against the lamp on the nightstand and then caught up with Gary.

  He moved him back to the space between the beds, pinned Gary’s arms by encircling one of his strong ones around his body, and then yanked his underwear down with the free hand.

  Gary closed his eyes and sighed at his shameful erection’s happy snap to attention.

  “Can you see, Lo?” Dean asked.

  “Yep. Thanks, baby.”

  “What do you want me to do?”

  “Oh, just wait.”

  Gary squirmed in Dean’s tight grip, which only brought another thing for him to avoid to his attention. Dean was sporting a massive erection of his own and each wriggle of Gary’s insinuated Dean’s denim-covered crotch even more between Gary’s cheeks.

  “Fuck,” Gary spat.

  “Hard to do from way up here,” Lo said.

  She must have been on her computer, because she reached forward and suddenly the screen tilted downward to reveal that her bra was no longer there.

  Gary made a pathetic noise immediately afterward that sounded like a hungry kitten mewing.

  She pushed her breasts up and together and laughed.

  “Why are you doing this to me?”

  “’Cause it’s fun and I’m bored. I get lonely all by myself in this house,. No noise. No one in my bed.”

  “And that’s my fault, right? Is that what you were going to say next?”

  “Mm-hmm. Dean’s supposed to be here. I’d wake him up early tomorrow morning as usual. He’s always so generous about that, you know? Doesn’t care if I wake him up to fuck him.”

  Gary scoffed and closed his eyes against the sight of her tugging on her nipples. “Yeah, he’s so generous.”

  “I had to go out and buy batteries for my vibrator, Gary. I hadn’t used it in so long. Took me twenty minutes to dig it out of the pile of crap on our closet floor. Cashier asked me what kind of toy I needed the batteries for, and I nearly choked on my own spit.”

  “Sorry.”

  At the sound of buzzing, he opened his eyes to see she’d righted the screen and was holding up a purple-colored beast to the camera.

  “Shit. The fuck are you gonna do with that?”

  “I’m gonna close my eyes and pretend Dean is here.”

  Gary swallowed hard and watched her lower the mechanical device. “You think that’ll work?”

  “Will the orgasm be as good? No.” She bit down on her bottom lip and straightened her spine.

  Gary craned his head around to look at Dean. “Is she…”

  “Yep.”

  “Why?” Gary whimpered. His hips started thrusting in time to Lo’s squirms, an utterly unsatisfying endeavor.

  “Don’t even need lube,” Lo said. “I get so wet thinking about Dean, and you have a very pretty cock, Gary.”

  “What?”

  “Don’t you hurt when you’re hard like that?”

  “You’d better believe it,” he said through clenched teeth. The ache in his cock was starting to radiate through his core and down to his thighs. He needed some relief, and, pinned by Dean as he was, taking matters into his own hands was somewhat out of the question.

  “Do you think you can wait until Thursday to come?” Lo asked.

  She had her head back, arms squeezed together in front of her, and was making slight up-and-down motions with them. He couldn’t see what her hands were doing, but he could guess.

  “Fuck.” Gary curled his toes into the carpet only for Dean to push his foot between Gary’s.

  He kicked Gary’s legs farther apart.

  “You’ve got Dean right there,” Lo said breathily. “Thursday night, I’m gonna ride him again and again until he gets bored and decides to turn me over and fuck me hard.”

  “I’m dying here.”

  “Are you dripping?” she asked.

  Gary didn’t have to look down to confirm that. “Probably drooling a little, too,” he muttered.

  “What do you want?”

  “I want to come. Fuck.”

  “Maybe if you asked Dean nicely, he’ll help you.”

  Gary sucked in some air and curled his toes into the carpet again. “I really am dying, here.”

  “A death of your own making. Mmm.” She shouted some expletives and slumped, shuddering in her chair. “You know what to do.”

  She signed off.

  Gary stood there, hard as granite, blinking at the dark screen.

  “The fuck?” he whispered.

  Lo may have been gone, but Dean hadn’t loosened his grip any, nor had the protrusion in his jeans subsided.

  Lo had said that Gary knew what to do. If left up to his own devices with a lady, Gary would have known exactly what to do. He could probably charm the panties off a nun if he tried, but he was dealing with Dean, and Gary was afraid of messing things up.

  Dean breathed against Gary’s ear, and dragged his free hand down Gary’s front. “You want some help?”

  “Uh.” Gary swallowed hard and looked down at the mesmerizing swirling of Dean’s rough fingertips around Gary’s navel—looked down at his cock’s seeming stretch toward Dean’s hand like a plant turning toward the sun.

  Fuck.

  “If…you’re okay with it,” Gary said. “I don’t think I’ll take long.”

  “Like this?” Dean stroked the length of Gary from head to base, and then in the opposite direction. “You’ve got to tell me what to do. I’ve never done this before.”

  At Dean’s experimental tug of Gary’s head, Gary clenched his teeth and splayed his toes.

  Squeezus Christ.

  “You seem to be doing just fine on your own,” Gary whimpered.

  “You’ve still got to tell me. What I’d do to myself might not be what you want.”

  “I’m pretty easy, to be honest.”

  Gary couldn’t both watch and feel. If he watched what Dean was doing, he was going to come just from anticipation alone, and anxious as he was at what was transpiring, he wanted to last a little longer than some teenaged kid getting his dick wet for the first time.

  “Have you been with as many men as women?” Dean whispered.

  “Nope.”

  “Like women more?”

  “No. I just have a particular type. There’s a very small population pool.”

  “What’s your type?” Dean cupped Gary’s balls and tenderly fondled the tops.

  Gary wasn’t finding that sort of touch any less stimulating than if Dean had been tugging on his cock, but he couldn’t stop watching.

  So gentle, so curious with his body. Dean didn’t need to be
so gentle, but Gary appreciated that he was.

  “Tell me,” Dean whispered.

  “I don’t know if I can describe what I like. I just…know when I find it.”

  “That’s how I felt about Lo.”

  “Yeah?”

  “I wasn’t looking for any particular thing, but she was it.”

  “She’s amazing.”

  “Yep. And so flexible.”

  “When you say flexible, do you mean—”

  Dean closed his fist around Gary’s cock head and gave it a twist.

  “Shit.”

  “Yeah. Flexible that way, too. There’s one video we did where she has—”

  “No, don’t tell me.”

  “She’s got one leg hooked around my neck and the other around my back.”

  Gary hung his head and choked back a sob of admiration.

  “She likes deep penetration.” Dean started working his hand up and down Gary’s shaft using Gary’s shameful overabundance of precum as lubrication.

  “I want to see that video,” Gary whispered. He could only whisper. His voice was gone, as was any will of his lungs to expend air.

  “I’ll show you where to find them. Hard for me to watch, though. Hate seeing that flab jiggling over my hips.”

  Gary rolled his eyes and thrust into Dean’s hand.

  Dean was in better shape than half the team without even trying.

  “Are they high-definition?” Gary whispered, and swore yet again when Dean’s warm lips touched the side of his neck.

  Oh my God.

  He stopped thrusting and stood very still, his body a spring coiled and ready to pop, and his brain having dissolved into mush.

  “Mm-hmm.” Dean dropped his arm from around Gary’s body, likely convinced that he’d stay still, and Dean would have been right.

  Gary didn’t move an inch. He didn’t move anything on his body except his eyelids, and even those moved infrequently—only when his eyes became too dry and gritty for him to keep them open.

  Dean kept pumping his hand up and down Gary’s dick and used his other hand to pull Gary’s head to the side.

  He kissed, licked, bit Gary’s neck, and Gary didn’t even care if he’d left marks. If anyone asked where they’d come from, he’d make up some excuse. There’d always been plenty of guy-on-guy action happening in the Roosters roster, but Dean was supposed to have been safe. He was supposed to have been babysitting Gary, not getting him off.

  “Want to see what having my cock in you feels like,” Dean said.

  “Do it.” Fuck, just do it.

  “Not without Lo. She should be here.” Dean’s tongue on Gary’s neck seemed to have found some nerve that connected directly to Gary’s groin. Every lick made his nuts tighten. Every bite made precum surge.

  “Maybe she’ll suck our cocks first,” Dean said. “One after the other, or at the same time. On her knees between the two of us. Getting me all wet for your ass and you primed for a fuck. Would you like that?”

  “You shouldn’t even have to fucking ask.” Gary couldn’t take the buildup anymore.

  If a man inexperienced in pleasuring another man could get him so hot and bothered, Gary didn’t really want to think about what the man would have been like once he’d had some practice.

  “Sorry,” Gary whispered as he thrust his hips forward once more and released his load in Dean’s hand.

  “You said it wouldn’t take much.” Dean slowed his pumping and then dragged his thumb across the top of Gary’s leaking head.

  “Why’d you do that to me?”

  “You needed me to.”

  “I would have been all right taking care of myself.”

  “You seem to be doing a pretty awful job taking care of yourself in all areas of your life. You needed me to touch you.” Dean turned him around and slid his arm around Gary’s waist. He cupped his ass and groped what little bit of flesh was there. “Didn’t you?”

  “You’re the one who got me so hard in the first place. Putting Lo on the screen in front of me like that.”

  “Her idea.”

  Gary watched the tip of Dean’s tongue pass over his lips, and suddenly wanted to taste it. He hadn’t kissed him yet.

  Why haven’t I?

  He gulped. “Yeah?”

  “I thought you were supposed to be seeing if I’d respond to you and not the other way around.”

  “I guess I can’t keep any secrets around you two.”

  “Nope.” Dean leaned in and gave Gary that taste of his mouth. “And you shouldn’t try.”

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  Lo was surprised to see Dean standing in the doorway of Gary’s motel room at two o’clock on Thursday, but there he was—leaning against the frame and smiling at her.

  “What are you doing here?” The only reason she wasn’t taking running leap at him was because she was holding a hot coffee, and she’d paid four bucks for the little cup at one of those questionably legal roadside coffee shacks. “You said you’d leave the door open.”

  He pushed away from the door, took her overnight bag from her, and bent down for a kiss.

  “Ugh, I missed your smell,” she said.

  “You did?”

  “Had to throw your pillows off the bed. The scent was driving me nuts. I kept waking up confused, thinking you were there.”

  “Well, here I am.”

  “Yes, there you are.”

  She stepped into the room, sipping her latte, and looked around for Gary. No sign of him.

  Dean shut the door and then deposited her bag atop the luggage rack.

  “You didn’t answer my question,” she said.

  “I’m off the hook as of today.”

  “What does that mean?”

  “Means Gary has a spot on the team and that he’ll have to lean on Charles and Marcus to keep Cameron away from him. I think they’ll do their best. They try hard to understand him. They’re not going to let anyone poke at him.”

  “Is that what it all came down to? That dick Cameron?”

  “No, I think Wallace finally figured out that a lot of the problems Gary has stem from interactions other players would probably be able to shrug off easier.”

  “But since Gary is Gary…”

  “Yeah.” Dean canted his head and waved her over to where he sat on the dresser’s edge. “Come here.”

  “Why?”

  “Just because.”

  “Oh. I see.” She set her coffee down and stepped into the gap between his feet. “I like just because.”

  “I…missed you, Lo.”

  “I’m glad you missed me. And I’m glad you told me.”

  “I figure if Gary can get away with some of the outlandish shit he says, I can tell you simple truths.”

  “Tell me some more simple truths.”

  “Well.” He pulled her closer and hooked his chin over her shoulder, rubbing her back—fortunately not in those small circles that always managed to turn her into a rocket ready to launch. “I love you more than anything. How about that one?”

  “Tell me some more.”

  “The way you laugh makes me smile. I love hearing you laugh. I hate that you stop sometimes because you think I don’t want to hear you.”

  “I’m loud.”

  “I like that you’re loud. When you’re not, I think something’s wrong.”

  “Okay,” she said quietly. She was going to do her best to accept his words. If Gary could trust her and Dean—in spite of all his issues—she could certainly trust her husband telling her what she needed to hear. “What else?”

  “When you get together with your friends and you’re all telling stories, I sit there waiting for you to talk again. I like hearing your cadences change and the words you pick to express yourself. I hate that you think that if I don’t talk back that my silence is because I’m not interested.”

  “That’s the way conversation works for most people.”

  “I just want to listen. Talking to Gary is easier for me.
I don’t have that self-consciousness about how he’ll respond. Maybe because I’ve never had another man tell me I’m boring.”

  “You’re not boring.” She gave his sternum a little pluck in a how-dare-you-say-that? sort of way. “You build things with your own two hands and are so adventurous with all those foods I put in front of you on the table. No boring man would willingly endure that much spice.”

  “My mother always told us that if we were going to complain, we could starve.”

  “But you actually like it.”

  “Because you do, and you cook for me. You don’t have to cook for me, but you do.”

  “Of course I have to. How else would you eat?”

  “I know all the takeout places near the house. After we got married, they called worried because they never saw me anymore. And then they saw you, and they understood better than I could tell them.”

  “Aw.” Lo put her forehead against his chest and slid her hands down the back of his shorts. She’d missed having the small pleasures of touching him where she wanted. Of having him touch her, too, and hold her. Nothing else mattered when he was holding her.

  “Gary should be back soon,” Dean said, rubbing her back some more. “They had a short practice scheduled for today so they’re not all tired out for tomorrow’s game.”

  “Mmm. Is he allowed to leave? For dinner or whatever? You must be sick of pizza.”

  “Yeah, pizza’s getting pretty high up there on the list of things I could do without for a while. We’ll find out the new curfew time Wallace set when Gary gets in.”

  “Okay.” She gave his ass one more yearning squeeze and then moved to the bathroom. “I’m going to freshen up.”

  ___

  No sooner had she closed the bathroom door did Gary step into the room with his cleats tied across his shoulders as always and a big smile on his face.

  Whatever he’d opened his mouth to say fell off as his attention floated toward the bright yellow leather bag perched atop the rack.

  Dean canted his head toward the bathroom door. “Lo.”

  Gary shut the outer door in a hurry and got rid of his cleats. “She all right? What was her mood like?”

  “Fine.”

  “You sure?”

  Dean shrugged. “What were you expecting?”

  “I don’t know. I’m not always so good at reading folks’ intentions. I think everything is fine one moment and the next, they’re yelling at me for something I did because I misread the situation.”