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“I
don’t think we have time for you to fuck me,” Trey said.

“Do
we have time for you to fuck me?” Ethan asked.

Trey
jerked out of his mouth and rolled off the sofa onto the floor. He held up his
pants with one hand and grabbed Ethan’s arm with the other. “We’ll make time.”

Ethan
chuckled as he hurried after him.

Had
Ethan been in charge, he would have already been pounding his cock into Trey’s
ass. Fuck, the man turned him on and drove him to become an insatiable beast.
But Trey was a different kind of top. Tender. Meticulous. Generous with his
touch. Thorough with his tongue. And the brat didn’t force Ethan’s face into
the mattress and fuck him from behind like an animal. Oh no. He had to make
Ethan feel as vulnerable as he felt loved. Trey took him face to face, staring
deep into his eyes, sliding into him with perfect, painless, deep strokes.
Filling him with his body but at the same time stuffing his heart so full of
tenderness that Ethan could hardly stand it. Trey paused every now and then to kiss
him, but the hand he had wrapped around Ethan’s cock never stopped moving. Even
though Trey’s thrusts were slow and careful, his hand tugged and stroked
relentlessly—faster and faster—drawing Ethan ever closer to his peak. Ethan
figured only a musician could play a man’s body so perfectly—maintaining two
separate and intensely pleasurable rhythms simultaneously. And fuck it all,
Ethan was in love with
two
musicians. How blessed was he?

The
speed of Trey’s hand finally hit Ethan’s sweet spot, and he couldn’t fight
orgasm no matter how much he wanted the pleasure to continue. Deep pulsations
of bliss drew a groan from his throat. His entire body went taut, and he
erupted with a hard shudder. As soon as Ethan started spurting, Trey’s thrusts
changed from gentle and deep to hard and shallow.

Dear
God, he couldn’t stop coming. He lifted his head and forced his eyes open,
stunned that gallons of cum weren’t shooting from his dick. His belly was
covered with his own sticky mess, so his body shouldn’t still be shuddering
with orgasm. What the fuck was happening to him?

Ethan
closed his eyes and stopped trying to fight the pleasure ripping through him.
He decided the reason he was coming so hard was because Trey was bumping into
his prostate with each perfectly angled thrust. If Ethan survived this, he’d
have to try the same technique on Trey in the future.

“Now
are you sorry you never let me top?” Trey asked as his tugging hand and driving
cock kept Ethan suspended in a euphoric state far beyond his usual point of
bliss. “Or are you afraid of coming this long and this hard?”

Afraid?
Not exactly. But he couldn’t take any more, and he feared the only way to get
Trey to stop was to make him come. Finding strength in his sated body, he
flipped Trey onto his back, stripped the condom from Trey’s cock, and sucked
him into his mouth.

“Oh
fuck,” Trey groaned, clinging to Ethan’s head with both hands. Within seconds
he filled Ethan’s mouth with thick, salty cum. Ethan swallowed and sucked
harder, making sure Trey had given him every drop, before he dropped onto the
bed beside him and lay gasping, not sure he’d ever be able to catch his breath
again.

“You
give the best head,” Trey said with a breathless laugh. “I love that you
swallow.”

“And
I hate that you don’t,” Ethan countered.

“Someday,”
Trey said, shifting his attention to the far wall. “Maybe.”

“And
someday maybe you need to show me how to get that perfect angle when I fuck
you.”

“That’s
a secret I’ll never share,” he said.

“Then
I’ll go to the source. Who taught you how to do that?”

The
teasing smile on Trey’s face vanished, and he sat up, searching the room until
he spotted his discarded T-shirt and grabbed it. “We should probably get
going.” The bus had stopped moving a while ago, but no one had knocked on the
bedroom door to bother them.

Ethan
tackled Trey to the bed and peered into his troubled green eyes. “Who taught
you that? Was it an exotic prince? A world-class athlete? A well-traveled truck
driver? Tell me. I won’t be jealous.”

“Yeah,
you will. You’re totally the jealous type.”

“I’m
not.”

“It
was Brian.”

Ethan’s
jaw hardened. Okay, so now he was a liar. He was totally fucking jealous.

“He
did that to me when he took my virginity. I’ve never been the same since.”

The
strength went out of Ethan’s arms, and Trey easily slipped from his grasp. He
rolled to his feet and found his clothes.

“Were
you thinking of him while you were fucking me, Trey?” He had to have been at
some level. And why was that always Ethan’s first thought? He was on a hopeless
loop of wondering just how magnificently Brian Sinclair must have fucked Trey
all those years ago to keep him hopelessly in love with him for so long.

“This
again?” Trey shook his head and jerked his boxers up his legs. “I wasn’t
thinking of him, but what difference would it make if I had been?”

Ethan
hated that he was jealous. He needed to vanquish the hateful green demon inside
him. He pressed the heels of his hands into his eyelids and took several
calming breaths.

“He
should have never let you go,” Ethan said.

“But
he did. He let me go a long time ago, E. And though I’ve finally let him go
too, we’ll always be friends. We’ll always joke around and we’ll always touch
when we play guitar solos together, so you might as well stop trying to glare
him dead when we’re performing.”

Ethan
snorted. “You noticed that, huh?”

“Yeah,
I noticed.” Trey slipped on a sock and rammed his foot into his shoe.

“I
don’t know why I’m so jealous of him. It drives me crazy when he’s anywhere
near you.”

Trey
stood next to the bed fully dressed and stared down at him. “You have cum all
over your belly.”

Ethan
slapped a hand in the sticky goo. “It’s all over my hand too.”

Trey
handed him a container of wet wipes and sat on the bed beside him, watching him
clean himself up.

“I
don’t know how to help you get past your jealousy,” Trey said.

Ethan
shook his head. “You don’t have to. It’s my issue, not yours.”

“I
have to be honest. If Brian ever left Myrna and decided he wanted another go at
my ass . . .”

Ethan’s
hand stopped mopping at his stomach. The one that suddenly housed a nest of
angry hornets.

“. . . I’d
tell him to dream on.” Trey grinned at him. “This ass belongs to Ethan Conner
and no one else.” He pointed to his backside and yelled in surprise when Ethan
yanked him into his arms and hugged him fiercely against his chest. Ethan
kissed his hair, wondering if it was possible to love someone as much as he
loved Trey. Yeah, it was totally possible. He loved Reagan just as much. Which
reminded him . . . 

“We
probably shouldn’t tell Reagan I let you top me tonight while she was stuck on
the bus with her band.”

“She’ll
just be sorry she missed it,” Trey said, his words muffled against Ethan’s
chest.

“She’ll
feel left out. And I promised her we’d center our attention on her tonight.”

“We
will,” Trey said. “I bet I can make her come harder than you can.”

“I’ll
take that bet. What prize goes to the victor?”

“Whoever
wins gets to be top the next time we’re alone together.”

Ethan
chuckled and gave him a tight squeeze before releasing him. “Then I might have
to lose this one,” he said.

Trey
lifted Reagan’s foot from the steaming bathtub water and gently kissed the instep
before reaching for the bar of soap. Somehow Ethan had gotten the superior duty
of washing her breasts, which didn’t seem quite fair. Boobs were way more fun
to play with than feet. But Reagan seemed to be enjoying their attention. She
no longer looked like she wanted to stab everyone around her.

“You’re
both so good to me,” she said, a fresh flood of tears pooling in her eyes. “How
did I get to be so lucky?”

Ethan
brushed a tear from her cheek and kissed the spot gently. “We’re the lucky ones.”

Trey
ducked his head to hide a grin. Their tough guy was excellent at coddling
Reagan when she needed it. Ethan could be tender when called upon or be the
rock they were more accustomed to.

Trey
wondered how often Reagan had relied on Ethan for support in the past. Trey
hadn’t forgotten that Ethan had been the one she’d gone to for help when that whacked-out
guitarist, Pyre Vamp, had been threatening her. Trey had been right there
beside her, but she’d still called on Ethan—no matter that he’d been hundreds
or thousands of miles away—whenever she’d been anxious or frightened. She was
starting to come to Trey for other problems, though—problems about her career
mostly—so he no longer felt left out. She worked hard at keeping their
relationship in balance, while Trey just let things happen. He wasn’t sure if
either method was advisable for keeping all three of them happy, but they were
making up the rules and adjusting them as they went along. Apparently, Ethan
claiming her top half while Trey was left with the bottom was one of those
unspoken rules. Of course, there were plenty of delightful body parts below
Reagan’s waist. Trey’s hands slid up her ankle and calf on their journey to
find more interesting prospects than feet. It was one fetish he’d never
understand.

“Trey
and I were talking while traveling here on Sinners’ bus,” Ethan said, his voice
deep and calming.

Trey
stifled a snort. They’d done far more than talk on that bus.

“What
about?” Reagan asked.

“How
to get the press off your back.”

Her
face twisted in displeasure. “I don’t want to talk about it right now. Maybe by
tomorrow everyone will have forgotten.”

Trey
cleared his throat. If anything, the situation would snowball and the press
would hound Reagan even more. If the paparazzi followed her long enough, they’d
soon figure out that the true situation was far more scandalous and
juicy—tabloid gold—than what Toni had revealed. It seemed strange to him that a
reporter would hold back details. But she was pretty clueless about sex, so maybe
she didn’t fully understand what was going on between the three of them.

“Did
Toni know all three of us are involved?” Trey asked. “She made it clear that
you were involved with both of us, but there’s nothing about Ethan and me hooking
up.”

“Hooking
up?” Ethan grumbled.

“Being
passionately in love,” Trey corrected, sending him a love-sick look in apology.

“She
knows,” Reagan said. “She didn’t mention that at all?”

“Did
you read the article?” Trey asked.

“Most
of it,” Reagan said. “But it makes me so angry, I can’t seem to get all the way
to the end without ripping the pages.”

“It
says you are involved with both of us,” Ethan said. “And focuses on that.”

“Nice
way to put it,” Trey said. “Why would Toni leave out the stuff between Ethan
and I? She had no problem claiming that Steve is gay—and he’s not or I would
have tapped that fine ass long ago.”

Ethan
shoved him, obviously not appreciating his joke.

“But
there’s nothing in that article about
my
sexual orientation. I’m just
the dumb guy who’s too stupid to realize my girlfriend fucks her bodyguard.”

“Maybe
she’s saving it for a future article,” Reagan said, sitting up in the tub,
obviously no longer in the mood to be spoiled.

Ethan
shrugged. “Maybe she’s only interested in destroying Exodus End. You’re in a
different band, Trey.”

“If
that’s really what she’s trying to do, why would she leak the information now?”
Trey asked. “
Before
she was finished with her assignment? Wouldn’t it
make more sense for her to wait until it was over? She only had another week,
right? She might have dug up more scandals if she’d waited. She had to know
she’d be fired for releasing information and then she’d no longer have access
to all that dirt she was digging up. Her actions make no sense.”

“Nothing
she does makes sense,” Reagan said. “She’s an idiot. And cruel.”

Reagan
stood, water pouring from her succulent body, and pulled the plug. Ethan hopped
to his feet and wrapped her in a towel, scooping her into his arms and carrying
her out of the bathroom.

Was
Trey the only one who wanted to discuss this right now? He used the edge of the
tub to pull himself to his feet.

“Grab
another towel,” Ethan called to him.

“Yes,
master,” he grumbled and yanked a spare towel from the rack. He entered the
suite’s bedroom and tossed the towel at Ethan, who caught it against his chest.
Instead of going to the bed, Trey settled into a tub chair in the corner.

“What’s
your problem?” Ethan asked.

“Same
as yours. Same as Reagan’s. It’s not going to go away just because we wish it
would. And we can try to hide the truth—which I know will fail—or we can be
reactionary when we’re found out—which will be terrible—
or
we can figure
out what we’re going to do now, before more shit about us comes out.”

“Maybe
it won’t,” Reagan said. “Maybe this is the worst of it.”

“Tell
her your plan, Ethan,” Trey said.

“I
thought you didn’t like my plan.”

“I
don’t like it,” Trey said. “I fucking hate it, but I think it will work.”

“What
plan?” Reagan said, sitting on the edge of the bed and drawing her towel more
securely around her body. “You’ve been making plans without me?”

“We
discussed plans,” Ethan said. “We didn’t make any.”

“Let’s
hear it then.”

“Trey
needs to break up with you for cheating on him,” Ethan said. “Very publicly.”

Reagan
turned in Trey’s direction, her face twisting in anguish. “You’re going to
break up with me?”

Trey
slipped out of the chair and sat beside her on the bed, wrapping an arm around
her cool-to-the-touch shoulders. “Not for real. I love you. You know that.”

“Our
other option is that you fire me and send me packing,” Ethan said.

Trey
lifted his head to gape at him. They hadn’t discussed that plan. That plan
would separate them both publicly
and
in private.

“She’s
not doing that,” Trey said. “I’ll break up with her, and we’ll pretend to hate
each other when we happen to be in the same room together in public.”

“They’ll
still think I’m a whore,” Reagan said quietly.

“They’ll
think you made a mistake and had an affair with your irresistibly gorgeous
bodyguard. Who wouldn’t want to fuck him? I mean, look at the guy.”

Ethan
grinned at his compliment.

“And
then they’ll get over it,” Trey continued. “People love to trash celebrities,
but they also like to forgive them.”

Reagan
stared down at her hands twisting anxiously in her lap. “Even if it isn’t real,
if you break up with me again, it would destroy me. I couldn’t face it the
first time, and I’m far more into this now than I was then.”

Trey
touched her hair. He didn’t want to hurt her. He felt her pain in his own
chest. As far as he was concerned, there was only one viable solution to their
problem.

“There’s
a third possibility,” Trey said. “We come out—all three of us. We tell the
truth.”

“Absolutely
not,” Ethan said.

Wide-eyed,
Reagan shook her head. “That’s a terrible idea.”

Trey
knew it was their best option and that they’d survive the backlash together if
they were united. But he also knew he was put together a bit differently than
his two loves. Trey didn’t give a shart what people thought of him. He’d been
that way since birth. He’d been bullied relentlessly as a kid for his
weirdness
,
but if his spirit hadn’t been destroyed by close-minded bigotry in his
impressionable youth, a bunch of fucking paparazzi weren’t going to break him
now that he’d finally found everything he needed in life. No way. But Reagan
and Ethan did care how the world saw them, so to protect their feelings, he’d
try to bend his don’t-like-me-or-those-I-care-about-then-go-fuck-yourself
attitude.

“So
what do you suggest, Reagan?” Trey asked.

“Wait
it out. See if it blows over before we do anything rash.”

Trey
sighed. In other words, be reactive instead of proactive. Yeah, that never
worked, but he knew she was currently more affected than he or Ethan was, so
he’d let her have her way and keep scraping her off rock bottom until she
figured out how to deal with negative publicity. He hoped she was a fast
learner, because being caught up in a slur campaign sucked.

“All
right,” Trey said, shrugging. “We’ll try this your way, but think about our
options. They might seem more sensible after you’ve thought about them for a
while.”

Reagan
leaned into his side. “I’ll sleep on it.” She turned her head to kiss his neck.
“But right now, what I really need . . .”

“. . . is
to be held and told everything will be all right,” Ethan said.

Reagan
nodded, tears springing to her eyes again. Trey realized Ethan was loads better
at comforting her than he was. As Trey was supposedly the more sensitive man in
this relationship, he sure hadn’t seen that coming.

Ethan
tossed back the covers and climbed between them, tugging Reagan down with him.
He pulled her wet towel free and threw it to the floor before pressing her
entire body against his. She released a contented sigh and melted into him.

“I
don’t want to think about the outside world when we’re together,” she said.

Trey
watched the two of them finding comfort in each other and wondered if it really
would be best for them all if he broke up with Reagan. For real. He knew he
could be happy in this relationship, but he wasn’t so sure Reagan and Ethan
would ever truly relax and enjoy what they had.

Reagan
angled her head to peer up at him, a mischievous smile on her sexy lips.
“Well?” she said. “Are you going to join us? According to the paper, one man
just isn’t enough for me.”

“And
according to
you
?” Trey asked.

“They
got that right.” She winked at him.

“And
you’re okay with them knowing?” He was pushing. He needed to stop doing that.

Ethan
patted the mattress behind Reagan’s back. “Will you just get in here?”

Trey
shook his head and removed his boxers before settling in behind Reagan and
cuddling into her back. He pressed a kiss to her shoulder, breathing in her
familiar scent mingled with Ethan’s.

“I’m
sorry I’m overthinking this,” Trey murmured. “Maybe it is best to let things
happen as they will. We can deal with anything they throw our way as long as
we’re together.”

“Exactly,”
Reagan said, her hand grasping Trey’s hip as she squirmed her round ass into
his ever-responsive cock. “I don’t want to hear another word about it. I’d
rather our mouths be occupied with more enjoyable things.”

“Such
as my dick?” Ethan chuckled.

“Eventually,”
she said. “But I recall you promising me a massage after my bath. And then making
love to me until I couldn’t move.”

“I
did promise her that,” Ethan said.

“I
don’t remember having a vote in this decision,” Trey teased.

“Are
you refusing?” Reagan said, her fingertips digging into his hip. “Ethan could
probably handle both tasks on his own if you’re not up for it.”

Trey
shifted his hips so she could feel how up for it he already was. “Given the
opportunity, I would have voted yes.”