Chapter 17
Zac
Iwake to the feeling of someone bouncing on the bed and crack an eye open. Leland is standing on the bed with his legs on either side of me, shaking me awake. He grins when he sees me wake up.
“Let’s go for a run.”
I turn my head slightly to look at the alarm clock by the bed and groan. “Pretty boy, it’s five-thirty in the morning.”
“I woke up when Daddy did and I want to go on a run.”
“Why the hell is Vince up so early?”
Leland shrugs and continues to bounce. “He said he wanted to get an early start on the case you guys are working on. Get.” Bounce. “Your.” Bounce. “Sexy.” Bounce. “Ass.” Bounce. “Up.”
On his next bounce, I roll so it knocks his feet out from under him but I catch him before he falls. Before he can blink, he’s pinned under me with me between his thighs. “I have a better idea on how to get all that energy out.” I grind against him, making him moan.
“As much as I want that thick dick stretching my ass, I need to run.” I pick up instantly on the fact that he said need and not want.
I groan good naturedly. “Fine. Give me ten minutes.”
“Thank you.” Leland pecks my lips and slides out from under me.
I drag my ass out of bed, brush my teeth, take a piss and get dressed.
Leland is lacing up his shoes when I get into the living room.
He has one of those infamous compression shirts on that I love so much.
I love how they mold to his body. I get my shoes on, Leland pulls a hoodie over his shirt and we leave the apartment.
We stretch on the sidewalk and take the right that will take us to the park that Leland loves.
I feel my body start to relax the further we go and thank whoever listens that I found someone who likes to run with me.
Vince will, but it isn’t his favorite workout. He’d much rather work out in the gym.
“We should go get breakfast for Daddy when we get back,” Leland says, barely out of breath.
“We certainly can. I’m sure he’ll appreciate it.”
“I had a really good time with your parents.” Our parents fully accepted Leland by the time they left last night.
He even exchanged numbers with our moms for future lunch dates and shopping trips.
They were over the moon when Leland said he likes to shop, because that’s not mine or Vince’s thing unless it’s shopping for Leland.
Leland’s quiet for a minute so I know he’s trying to work something out in his head. “I wish mine were like that.”
“I’m sorry, pretty boy. But now you have four that will give you anything you could ever want.”
“I think shitty parents are why I was always so close to Oliver and Payton, Oliver’s sister. And Aiden.”
I know all about Aiden’s dad from the past. He’s a completely different man now. He’s fully there for his son and dotes on Oliver constantly. “Oliver talk to his folks?”
“No. His mom died when he was young. He hasn’t even tried to reach out to his dad. Payton still checks to make sure he’s alive, but that’s it.” Leland stops at our halfway point into the park and stretches his arms over his head. “I think I want to talk to my parents.”
“Why?”
“For closure. That’s a chapter in my life that I need to close. My dad has already proven that he hasn’t changed. He’ll never accept me for who I am.”
“If that’s something that you want to do, you know we’ll support you.”
Leland chews on his bottom lip and then takes a big breath. “I want to start therapy again too. I feel like I’m in a different place in my life now that I’m with you guys. I need to work through all the lingering bullshit and get my medication straight.”
“I’m proud of you, pretty boy.” I pull him into my arms and kiss the top of his head. “I can give you the number to mine. She’s amazing and will never share any information about either of us.”
“Sometimes I don’t feel like I deserve you guys. All I did was play hard to get, freak out after getting a handjob, and was mean as fuck after you gave me one of the best nights of my life.”
I pull him back so he can see my eyes and see how serious I am.
“Leland, we would have chased you for as long as it took. We knew you were meant for us. We just needed you to see that. The freak out and how things went after the fantasy, we’re not upset about.
You were still dealing with coming to terms about your sexual identity because of some really fucked up shit.
You deserve the goddamn world, pretty princess, and we’ll give you that. ”
Leland snuggles into my chest, and squeezes me so tight that I almost can’t breathe, but I don’t care.
I rub his back and let him get his thoughts back together.
Everything I told him was true. Vince and I had already agreed that we wouldn’t give up no matter what it took.
When you know you know, and we knew instantly about Leland.
Love like this doesn’t come around often.
“Let’s finish our run, go get breakfast, and go see Daddy.”
I chuckle, kiss his head one last time, and step back. “I love hearing you call him that.”
We start running again and Leland shrugs. “It was hot as fuck the first time he told me to call him that, and I know he meant to call him Daddy during sexy times, but it just feels…right. I just wonder sometimes if it isn’t my daddy issues talking.”
“Maybe in a way, but I don’t think that’s the only reason.
A Daddy in this sense is someone who takes care of you.
Making sure you’re getting everything that you need whether it’s sexually, mentally, or emotionally.
Vince’s job as your Daddy is to be in tune with you as much as you are with yourself. ”
“You do those things for me too.”
“I do,” I agree. “But it’s different with us. I might get demanding on you and take care of you, but I can never be a Daddy. Vince was born for that job. I’m your soft place to land. That’s why it works so well between the three of us.”
“How did you guys enter your dynamic?”
I laugh, remembering all the failed attempts to figure ourselves out.
It couldn’t have been with anyone but Vince though.
“We fucked up figuring it out. A lot. I knew Vince was dominant, he never could hide that part of himself. I knew I wasn’t in certain situations.
It took us some time to figure out what worked for us but once we did, our relationship flourished.
Then we found Jackson and the club which helped us explore more safely.
Jackson was a mentor of sorts because he’s been in the life longer than we have.
Jackson helped Vince perfect his Dom skills and the rest is history. ”
“You like to be spanked. Is it the same for you as it is for me?”
“I like being spanked for sexual reasons. You need it sometimes for emotional release because you’ve been made to repress them for so long.”
“I never saw myself as submissive. Even after I saw how Oli is with his guys. But now that I am, it makes sense to me.”
“While you’re mostly submissive, you can also switch depending on the situation. I saw how you demanded Oli’s body. Speaking of, what were you whispering to him that night? He was in a different world.”
“I told him the truth. I told him how many times I thought about how it would feel to kiss him growing up and how bad I wanted to fuck him that night Vince jacked me off. I also told him that his ass is the best thing that I’ve ever felt around my cock, and I’m no saint.”
We make it back to the apartment and I open the door for him. We get in the elevator and I push the button for our floor. “Where do you see this going with Oliver and the guys?”
“I’d like to play with them more. Mine and Oliver’s relationship hasn’t changed except I can flirt with him more. He’s still my best friend. He’s just the best friend I want to fuck now.”
“And Oliver’s okay with all this?”
We step out of the elevator and I unlock the front door.
Stepping inside I realize that Vince is still locked in his office, so I pull Leland to our bathroom.
I turn the water on and we strip out of our clothes.
I push Leland under the spray and then grab the shampoo as I squirt some into my hand and start lathering his hair.
“Yeah. He was more worried that it would bother me. But after I assured him that I was fine, things were back to normal.”
“Good.” I tilt his head back to rinse out the shampoo and then grab the conditioner. “I know your relationship with him is important to you.”
“Oliver is all I had for a long time. He never gave up on me no matter what I was going through.” I scrub the conditioner from his hair and he spins around so I’m under the spray.
He does the same to me, and we each get some body wash on our hands.
“Now I have you guys and everything just feels complete.”
“You aren’t the only one that feels that way.”
Leland’s hands clean my shoulders, pecs, and abs. He wraps a soapy hand around my cock and starts stroking. I do the same with him and we lean our foreheads against each other, staring into each other’s eyes. No words are said, but I can read on his face what he’s feeling right now.
We stroke each other slowly until we’re both coming.
We finish our shower, and I help him get dressed to go get breakfast. The drive to our favorite breakfast spot is short, but we fill it with conversation on anything and everything.
When we get there, Leland waits for me to open his door and slips his hand into mine when I offer it.
We’re still talking while waiting in line when Leland’s hand gets sweaty, and all the color drains from his face.
“No, no, no,” he whispers and I follow his line of sight. His eyes are locked on a balding older gentleman and woman.
“Leland,” I say softly. “Who is that?”
The guy turns around at the sound of Leland’s name, and his eyes widen when he sees us. Leland jerks his hand from mine and runs from the cafe before I can stop him. I run out after him and he’s nowhere to be seen. I search everywhere while calling his phone over and over.
“Goddamnit.” After the twentieth time I get his voicemail, I call Vince.
“We have a problem,” I say when he answers.
I explain everything and start pacing. “I can’t find him anywhere, and he’s not answering his fucking phone.
I think it was that fucking Coach. I want to go in there and beat the shit out of him. ”
“As much as I want to let it happen, you can’t help Leland while you’re in jail. You keep looking and I’ll call Oliver to see if Leland called him or he knows where he might have gone.”
“Vince—”
“I know, love. We’ll find him.”
I end the call with Vince and walk around, looking in every alley, in stores and anywhere else I can think of but the city is so busy and too goddamn big.
I’m stepping back toward my car when that motherfucker comes out of the cafe.
My hands clench into fists and it takes everything in me not to rush him.
From the look in his eyes, he knows that I know what he did to Leland, and he also knows I’m seconds away from killing him.
He ushers his confused wife to his car and once she’s inside with the door shut, it snaps me into action.
I stalk up to him and he backs up two steps. “I should bash your face in.”
“I’m sorry. Who are you?”
“Don’t play dumb. It will just piss me off more. Does your wife know what you like to do to teenage boys?”
“I didn’t touch him. Leland is very troubled—”
“Don’t,” I warn. “He’s troubled because of you and his worthless father. Was he the only one?”
“I never—”
“Don’t fucking lie to me,” I growl, taking a step forward.
“Anthony,” a small feminine voice says from behind me. “Is everything okay?”
“It’s fine, honey.”
“Is he the only one?”
“Yes.” Fucking liar.
“You’ll burn for this.” I take a step back and look at his wife. “You need to check his phone and leave as fast as you can.”
My phone starts ringing and I jerk it from my pocket, hoping that it’s Leland. When I see Oliver’s name flash across my screen, I’m already walking back to my car. “Where is he?” I ask, getting in and slamming my door.
“The bluffs.”
I start my car, slam it in drive and roar onto the main road.
I’m coming for you, pretty boy.