Sinners On Tour 05 Double Time (27 page)

“I like that idea,” Trey said as he kissed his way down her neck and collarbone. When he caught her nipple in his mouth, she cried out. She was so turned on, she was certain he could make her come just by suckling her breast.

Ethan touched her jaw, encouraging her to look at him. “Can I kiss you?” he asked.

Reagan met his eyes and time froze. Those feelings for him she’d squashed the moment she’d caught him in the shower with that other man began to rise inside her again. She didn’t answer him, just closed the distance between their lips and kissed him.

Ethan moaned in her mouth and his hand slid around her waist to draw her body closer to his. Reagan clung to Trey at her breast with one hand, Ethan with the other, and let herself feel all the pleasure, all the love that these two men brought to her life. Ethan tugged away from her sucking kiss to look into her eyes. She saw the raw emotion in his expression and she tried desperately to comprehend its meaning. Did he still have feelings for her? After all this time? But he was gay. She’d given him up because of it. He’d only dated men since they’d broken up. Not a single woman had been in his bed since then. She knew that for a fact. But maybe he did like women, too. He just hadn’t found one to replace her yet.

Maybe Ethan was bisexual. Like Trey. He’d even tried to tell her that—multiple times—but she hadn’t believed it. Maybe she hadn’t wanted to believe it, because how could she love a man who was bisexual? And now, she realized with sudden and shocking clarity, that she didn’t love a bisexual man. She loved two of them. What in the hell was she going to do about this? This wasn’t how it worked. One man. One woman. That’s how this was supposed to work. This love thing. She couldn’t love two men. It wasn’t possible.

It was inevitable.

She wasn’t sure how to deal with this situation. Didn’t want to think about it. Not when she had the two of them in bed with her. She’d sort out the complications later. For now, she’d just let herself feel it all and not worry about the fallout. And she knew there would be a fallout. Nothing this amazing could last for long.

“Suck my other breast,” she said to Ethan, who had gone catatonic on her as he stared into her eyes. “It’s lonely.”

He grinned and slid down her body to claim her nipple with his mouth. She looked down at them. Trey flicking that maddening stud in his tongue over her nipple. Ethan attacking her breast as if it were a delectable feast he needed to devour.

She did. She loved them both, but she could never tell them. This was supposed to be a sexual relationship, not an emotional one. She closed her eyes and concentrated on sensation. The tug on her breasts pulled at her womb, her pussy. Trey’s hand slid down her belly. Ethan’s followed an instant later. Each hand reached one of her thighs and tugged her legs open. She tensed. The feel of being with two men was still foreign. The pleasure in her breasts as they waited for her to relax eventually squelched her trepidation. Her body relaxed, legs falling open in surrender.

Both men caressed the slickened flesh between her thighs. She lost track of whose fingers were rubbing her clit, stroking her labia, tracing the entrance of her vagina. She couldn’t comprehend who was sucking one of her nipples hard, who was nibbling the other, who was garbling her name against her flesh. Every sense was in tune pleasure. Two fingers massaged her clit from opposite directions.

“Oh,” she gasped, unable to stop her hips from writhing against their hands.

Reagan cried out as all that pleasure culminated at her center and burst in vigorous waves of release. Two fingers slid inside her as she came, working against each other as her pair of lovers prolonged her orgasm together.

Trey and Ethan released her breasts and kissed trails down her belly, their fingers still sliding in and out of her clenching pussy. When they reached her hipbones they paused. Reagan looked down at them and almost came again when they started to kiss each other. When they separated, they pulled their fingers from her body. Ethan moved his hand to Trey’s mouth. Staring deeply into Ethan’s eyes, Trey sucked Reagan’s juices from Ethan’s thick fingers. When Trey’s slick fingers slipped into Ethan’s mouth, Reagan shuddered. The two of them were so in tune with each other and with sharing her. Ethan gazed at Trey the same way he had looked at Reagan a moment ago. Did he have feelings for Trey? Trey just looked hungry. The love she saw in Trey’s eyes when he looked at her was missing as he stared at Ethan. A little pang of sadness gripped her heart. She was sad for Ethan, because while Ethan now knew how wonderful Trey’s sensuality was, he hadn’t gotten to experience his love.

Trey released Ethan’s fingers from his mouth and shifted to lie between Reagan’s thighs. She jerked when he brushed her clit with the stud piercing in his tongue. She fucking loved that thing. He flicked her clit with the bit of metal and then rubbed her with the softer tip of his tongue before flicking it again. He plunged two fingers into her cunt and then lifted his head. She gazed down at him and watched him draw Ethan’s cock into his mouth.

Ethan groaned in pleasure. That piercing must’ve felt great against the underside of his cock as well. After he took Ethan deep into his throat several times, he pulled his fingers free of Reagan’s pussy and lowered his head to stimulate her clit again. He repeated this several times. His fingers inside her while he sucked Ethan. Her pussy empty while he pleased her clit. She was so wet, she could feel her juices dripping down the crack of her ass, hear them slurp each time Trey plunged his fingers into her body.

The fourth time Trey’s tongue shifted from Ethan’s seeping cock to Reagan’s clit, she cried out as a hard orgasm gripped her unexpectedly. He buried his fingers inside her and suckled her clit until her hips stopped bucking.

“Oh God,” she gasped, still trembling long after the waves of release subsided.

Trey rolled out from between her legs and Ethan took his place. “Fuck, she’s wet,” Ethan said as he lowered his head to feast on her pussy. While Trey’s every motion was carefully articulated, Ethan ate her out so vigorously that she couldn’t keep track of his motions or anticipate what came next. He nibbled her lips and then sucked them into his mouth. Plunged his tongue inside her. Sucked her clit. French-kissed her quivering hole until she thought she’d go mad.

Trey moved to sit on her abdomen. He slid his cock up her chest and pressed her breasts together to surround his rigid flesh. He rubbed her nipples with his thumbs in time with his strokes as he fucked her tits. She bent her neck so she could suck on the head of his cock whenever he thrust forward and it came within reach.

Ethan’s thick fingers were now pounding her pussy hard and fast. His mouth had latched on to her clit and she knew he wouldn’t relent until she came. Within seconds she was meeting his conditions. Her back arched as she let go for a third time. The pleasure was so intense that tears streamed from her eyes.

“I think she’s ready now,” Trey murmured.

Ready? For what? She tried to open her eyes to look at him, but her body wasn’t cooperating with her will.

Both men left her lying there, trembling in the aftermath of her last orgasm. She heard the crinkle of condom wrappers. Oh God, they were going to fuck her now. She didn’t know if she could take anymore pleasure, but she wanted them. She wanted them both. Inside her.

Ethan moved to cover her body first. His thick cock sought entrance to her body and she opened wide for him, wrapping her arms around his neck and holding on for dear life. When he plunged into her, she cried out in bliss. God, she needed cock. She needed it deep and she needed it hard. Ethan gave her exactly what she needed.

After only a few minutes, Ethan untangled her arms from his neck and pulled out.

She gasped in protest.

“Shh, sweetheart,” Trey murmured to her as he stuffed pillows under her hips to lift them off the bed. “We’re not finished. I want your cum inside me.”

She was too delirious to comprehend what he meant. Trey settled between her thighs and entered her slowly. Filling her with hard cock one delicious inch at a time. When he was buried balls-deep, he rotated his hips, separated his knees, and held still.

Reagan opened her eyes when Ethan moved into position behind Trey. She watched Trey’s face while Ethan entered him. And now Reagan understood what Trey had meant about having her cum inside him. Ethan was using her juices to ease his penetration of Trey.

“Oh God,” Trey groaned.

“You okay?” Ethan asked him.

Judging by the look of undisguised bliss on Trey’s gorgeous face, Reagan guessed that he was better than okay.

“Oh God,” Trey groaned again.

Ethan wrapped an arm around Trey’s waist, his big hand splayed over Trey’s quivering belly. Trey’s cock ground inside Reagan as Ethan rotated his hips.

“Can you move?” Ethan asked Trey.

Trey bit his lip and nodded slightly. They moved slowly at first, becoming accustomed to a new rhythm. Ethan pulled out of Trey slowly, Trey pulled out of Reagan. They thrust forward together.

“Ah fuck, this is amazing,” Trey gasped.

As the two men became more in tune with each other, their strokes became faster and harder.

Sweat poured from Trey’s body. Reagan watched him. He seemed locked in a plane of perpetual bliss as he made love to her and got drilled hard by Ethan at the same time. She’d never experienced anything this intensely sexual in her entire life. Couldn’t think of anything she wanted to share with this man more than the pleasure he was so obviously experiencing. Each time he entered her, Ethan pounded him deeper. She fought to keep her eyes open. She wanted to watch Trey’s face as he rode his bliss higher and higher.

Trey’s entire body went rigid when he came. He thrust deep inside Reagan and held onto her hips, rubbing his face against her shoulder and yelling his triumph against her heated flesh. Ethan pumped hard and fast into him while Trey let go.

“Ah God, Ethan. Fuck me,” Trey cried, his eyes squeezing tightly closed. “Don’t stop. I’m still coming.”

Reagan placed a hand on the back of Trey’s head, loving that he was getting off so hard, even though Ethan was mostly responsible for the added pleasure in his release. The bitterness she thought she might experience, knowing Trey needed more than her to be fully satisfied, was completely absent. She wanted him to have complete fulfillment no matter how he attained it. If he needed Ethan to find bliss, then he could have him with her blessing.

Soon Ethan followed Trey over the edge. His fingers dug into Trey’s belly as his body shuddered with release and he cried out. They collapsed together, burying Reagan beneath a heap of hot, sated male. She wrapped her arms around both of them, her heart so full of love for the pair that she thought it might burst.

After a moment, Trey said, “Ethan.” When he didn’t answer, Trey lifted his head. “Ethan?”

“Yeah?”

“We got so carried away that we forgot to make Reagan come again.”

Ethan lifted his head and smiled down at Reagan. “Well, we can’t leave that business unfinished.”

Was this seriously her life? Seriously? Holy hell, she was unquestionably the luckiest woman in the world.

“And I still haven’t showed her my favorite position,” Trey said.

Pulling his shirt on over his head, Trey entered the kitchen. He was greeted by Reagan’s drowsy smile and Ethan’s appreciative grin. Trey wrapped an arm around Reagan and kissed her. “How are you feeling?”

“Hungry.”

“Lunch will be ready soon,” Ethan said.

Ethan stirred the heavenly smelling concoction in the skillet on the stove. Trey moved to stand beside him. He rose up and offered him a deep kiss, while watching Reagan out of the corner of his eye for any signs of displeasure. She grinned. She really seemed okay with this. Actually, she seemed to relish the affection between himself and Ethan. Trey hadn’t been expecting that blessing. He’d thought it would bother her to witness him openly sharing affection with Ethan. He’d never expected her to enjoy it.

“What are you making?” Trey asked, looking down into the skillet of steak slices, onions, and various colored peppers. “Fajitas?”

“Ethan’s specialty. He got all of his recipes from his mother. She is a phenomenal cook.”

“She has her own restaurant,” Ethan said. “A mix of authentic Mexican and Tex-Mex. She was born in Mexico, but raised in Texas, so she makes the best of both.”

“Is her restaurant here in town?” Trey asked. “I love Mexican food.”

Ethan shook his head. “San Antonio. Maybe we can stop in when we pass through there on tour.”

“Yeah,” said Reagan, “that would be awesome. I haven’t seen your parents in ages.”

Trey offered Ethan a lopsided grin. “If you’re Mexican, how did you end up with a name like Ethan Conner?”

Ethan laughed. “My dad is as white as the Pillsbury dough boy. I got my height from his side of the family too. I tower over my mom’s side of the family and all of my half-brothers.”

“His mom is tiny,” Reagan said. “I doubt she’s even five feet tall.”

“Four foot eleven.”

Trey realized for the first time that Reagan and Ethan had quite a history together. He felt a little left out. “So you’ve met each other’s families?”

“Ethan’s never met my dad. You can’t take the Arkansas out of the man or take the man out of Arkansas, but Ethan always insists I go with him when he goes to Texas for a visit.”

“It makes Mama happy. She adores Reagan. Is expecting her to give her grandchildren any day.”

“She’s going to continue to be disappointed,” Reagan said.

“You didn’t tell her when you two broke up?”

“It would have broken her heart,” Ethan said and winked at Reagan.

“How many brothers do you have?” Trey asked.

Ethan turned off the burner. “Six half-brothers. My biological father knocked up my mom and they got married because of it. He was in the army and stationed in El Paso at the time. They split up a few months after I was born. They never really loved each other, you know. He had no interest in being a father. He just thought marrying her was the right thing to do. We didn’t stay in touch, though I met him once when I was fifteen. I wasn’t missing much. My real dad, the one who raised me, is great. My mom married him a couple years after I was born and they had a bunch of kids together. Never a moment of peace in our house. Dad is Latino, like my mom, so my little brothers don’t really look like me.”

Reagan laughed. “They act like his brothers though.”

“Yep. They all drive me crazy. Do you have siblings?” Ethan asked Trey.

“One brother.”

“Is he as delicious as you are?” Ethan asked.

“He’s in my new band,” Reagan said. “You’ll get to meet him tomorrow. And yes. He’s delicious. Dare is straight though, isn’t he, Trey?”

“Yeah. One hundred percent straight.”

“Maybe I went after the wrong brother,” Reagan said, staring at the ceiling reflectively.

Trey and Ethan exchanged nervous glances.

Reagan laughed. “Never mind. I like this arrangement much better. The two of you are amazing separately and even more incredible together.”

“It’s ready.” Ethan rummaged around in the refrigerator to hand Trey a tub of sour cream and a container of homemade guacamole. Trey grabbed a bottle of hot sauce off the refrigerator door and carried the fixings to the breakfast bar.

“Good,” Reagan said. “I’m starving. We need to hurry and get ready for our appointment, Trey.”

“Oh yeah, our STD testing/birth control appointment,” Trey said. He glanced at Ethan. “You should join us.”

Ethan lifted an eyebrow at him. “Why?”

“Trey wants to stop using condoms,” Reagan said.

“I’m there,” Ethan blurted.

“And then we have our other appointment after that.”

“We do?” Trey asked.

“Don’t tell me you forgot.” She closed one eye and shook her head at him.

“I guess I forgot.”

“Bondage training with Aggie and Jace.”

How could he have forgotten that? “That’s tonight?”

“Yeah.”

“Bondage training?” Ethan said, deftly filling warm tortillas with meat and veggies at the stove. He set two on each plate and handed them off to Trey who set them on the breakfast bar.

“Do you want to come with us to that as well?” Trey asked Ethan. While learning how to tie Reagan properly for a night of pleasure was stimulating enough, the thought of restraining a big, tough guy like Ethan had Trey’s nerve endings humming like a beehive.

“Are you sure it’s okay?” Ethan asked.

“Do you really want Jace to know about your side-relationship with Ethan?” Reagan asked.

“Side-relationship?” Ethan murmured, his dark brows drawn together over his warm brown eyes.

“My band knows all about my sexual preferences. Even Jace. And we’re supposed to be in this relationship as equals, Reagan.”

“I didn’t mean that Ethan was a lesser partner. I meant…” She climbed from her perch on a breakfast bar stool and circled the counter to wrap her arms around Ethan. “Sorry. That didn’t come out right. I wasn’t sure if Trey wanted his bandmates to know he dated men.”

“I’m pretty sure you’re the only one who didn’t know, Reagan,” Trey said. He grabbed a plate of fajitas and smothered them in sour cream and guacamole. He sprinkled a bit of hot sauce on them and climbed on a stool with his plate. “Can we all make up after we eat?”

Ethan secured Reagan in a tight embrace and lowered his head to kiss her. Trey paused with his fajita halfway to his mouth. He’d known from the start that Ethan still had strong feelings for Reagan and as he watched them kiss, his suspicions about Reagan still being in love with Ethan were solidified. The two didn’t kiss like fuck buddies. They kissed like lovers. With all the swirling emotions and giddiness that came with being in love. Trey wondered if Reagan’s feelings for him were starting to lessen now that Ethan was back in the picture. That would suck. And not in the good way.

Reagan released Ethan and smiled up at him. “Do you want to go to our appointment with us?”

He whispered something into her ear and she grinned deviously, before shifting her gaze to Trey and worrying her lower lip with her teeth. “That sounds like a plan.”

“Plan?” Trey questioned. “What plan?”

“That’s for us to know and you to find out,” Reagan said.