“Drew, there’s nothing more I can do.” I’d never heard Bryce sound so defeated. Good. At least that showed that he wasn’t unaffected by the fact that his boss had no problem completely fucking a bunch of guys who had nowhere else to turn. Guys who’d been softened by a rich fuck with too much money to throw around and would now have to fend for themselves again. They’d have been better off if that asshole had just left them to their own devices. “Pot of Gold needs money. A lot of it. And I’m not sure if you know this or not, but working for a non-profit isn’t something you do to get rich.”

I opened my mouth to say something I’d likely regret, but Eric interrupted me before I could start spewing more shit. “Tell us what we can do to help,” Eric requested.

“Like I said, there’s not much that can be done,” Bryce repeated. “Right now, the main concern is going to be finding the guys a place to go so they’re not trying to live on the streets or waiting in line for a bed at the shelter every night.”

“Cody’s coming to stay with us,” I blurted. Eric gaped at me but didn’t argue. Given our earlier conversation, I thought that’s what Eric would want as well, but I wasn’t so sure. “So how many others does that leave?”

If I had to, I’d call everyone I knew to find those guys warm beds to sleep in. Hell, if any of them were up for it, I’d ask my parents to come and pick them up. They could work on the farm when they weren’t in school. It was hard, back breaking work, but I knew firsthand that it was also invaluable experience. And since none of them spoke to their families any longer, it’d be good for them to have a doting mother who’d never gotten used to her empty nest.

“Seven,” Bryce responded. “And before you mention it, no, you can’t take them all home. I know you want to help, Drew, but it’s not a realistic option.”

“Well, I sure as fuck can’t do nothing,” I grumbled. “If it comes down to them sleeping on the streets or in our basement, I’ll fight for it.”

“Drew, slow the fuck down,” Eric warned me. “No one’s going to be living on the streets. I still agree that Cody should come with us, but the rest of the guys won’t have to worry. Bryce, are they all aware of what’s going on?”

“I honestly don’t know,” Bryce responded. “After Borgwardt and I had our argument, I stormed out of there. Probably not my finest moment, if I’m being honest.”

Eric laughed. “No, probably not, but it’s understandable. Look, I’m going to sit down with my accountant this afternoon. Whatever it takes to keep the center open, consider it done.”

Bryce huffed out a ragged sigh. “That’s great, but he made it abundantly clear he’s not interested in funding. He wants out.”

“That doesn’t change the fact that I’m willing to put money into the center to keep it open,” Eric responded.

“You don’t get how much it’s going to take, do you?” I stared, open-mouthed, at the speaker. I couldn’t fucking believe Bryce was trying to talk Eric out of this.

“Whatever it takes, I’ll write the fucking check. We’d already talked about me coming down to work for the center so I wouldn’t be bored off my ass. I made that offer because I saw how much good you were doing there,” Eric told Bryce. He then looked at me intently so I’d know he included me in that statement. “I’ve been drawing one hell of a salary for years. My agent has made some investments which will likely help dig us out of the hole the founder created. Plus, I have the inheritance from my grandfather just sitting there waiting for me to do something with it. I think he’d be pleased to know his money will go to helping kids.”

“Great, so you have the money to throw at the problem,” Bryce scoffed. I wanted to reach through the phone and slap the shit out of him. He wasn’t the pessimist in this little trio, that was my job. “That doesn’t change the fact that it’s not as easy as writing a check. There’s paperwork to be filed, background checks to be run, and a whole bunch of shit I’m not thinking of right now because I’m so pissed off.”

“Then get your ass home so we can do it,” Eric suggested. “Between my money and your experience, we can do this, Bryce. I’ll keep saying it until you believe me, but I’m willing to do whatever it takes.”

If not for the fact that Eric was driving, I’d have climbed on his lap and kissed him senseless. He wasn’t going to let this go. He wasn’t going to give up on the guys at the center. He was determined to make sure that anyone who didn’t feel safe at home had a place to go. For the first time since he’d mentioned quitting baseball, I understood why. Life was more than a game. As much as I still loved that game, I was a bit jealous that he’d have something more in his life while I crisscrossed around the country all summer. They would have something they shared, and I’d be on the outside.

“There are loose ends I’d have to tie up here,” Bryce protested weakly. I smiled, knowing Eric was stubborn enough that he wouldn’t give up until Bryce walked back into our home and our lives, this time for good.

“Then start doing whatever you need to do. Just get it done and get your ass home. There’s work to be done.”

“Look at you, getting all bossy,” Bryce teased. Since we’d gotten past the issues with Pot of Gold in record time, the mood had lightened significantly. “I like it.”

“Yeah, well someone has to take the lead and it can’t always be you,” Eric retorted.

“Hey, when’s it my turn?” I asked, pretending to be offended when they both laughed. “What? I think it’s only fair that we all have a chance.”

“Drew, there are many reasons for us to love you, but your ability to think under pressure isn’t one of them,” Bryce quipped.

“Oh, so I’m just a pretty face to you?” I sulked. Yeah, it stung a bit to know that neither of them thought of me as a decision-maker. To me, the feeling mirrored some sort of personality flaw.

Eric ran his hand along the inside of my thigh. I shifted in my seat because the higher his hand climbed, the tighter my pants felt. “Babe, we love you for a hell of a lot more than your good looks, although those are a nice bonus. What Bryce is saying is that you’re much more content to have someone tell you what to do and then you go do it. You’re not a planner, you’re a doer. And you do very well.”

“Not helping,” I grumbled. Eric cupped my dick, trying to take my mind off everything but him.

“Eric, are you jerking him off right now?” Bryce asked. Eric laughed. “Stop that. When you get home, fuck his brains out, but I’m not comfortable with the thought of you fooling around when you should be paying attention to your driving.”

“Was that a suggestion or a demand?” Eric teased. I wasn’t sure I’d ever get used to the way he could easily slip from doing what he wanted to following whatever Bryce demanded. It was hot as fuck.

“How long until you’re back at the house?” Bryce’s breathing was stilted and I closed my eyes, picturing him sitting in his car along the side of the road, stroking his cock as he thought about what we were doing.

“Fifteen minutes if we skip lunch.”

“Skype me,” Bryce insisted. And no, it wasn’t a request. “Our plans the other night fell through, but I still want to watch you fuck him.”

“We could wait until you get home,” Eric offered. I slapped his upper arm because that was the worst idea I’d ever heard. It wouldn’t be quite the same with Bryce only watching over the computer, but there was no way in hell I could live through blue balls for however long he was gone.

“No,” Bryce demanded. “We’ll celebrate my homecoming when the time comes, but today, you’re going to set up the computer on a chair in the bedroom. I need to see the two of you almost as much as Drew needs to get off.”

I furrowed my brow, confused because I didn’t think I’d been that obvious about my need. Perhaps it was just another reminder of how well Bryce knew me. We said our goodbyes and Bryce disconnected the call. My stomach growled in protest but I ignored it. There’d be time for eating later. Right now, I wanted Eric to break the land speed record so we could be naked in bed.