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His hands skimmed down her sides, drawing her tank top down to her waist. She got lost in a sea of sensation, unable to keep track of where his hands were, his lips, his tongue. She’d never been this excited in her life. Cool air bathed her crotch and she wondered when he’d managed to unfasten her pants. She lost track of that thought when his tongue flicked against her swollen clit. Her hips buckled and she cried out. He rubbed the flat of his tongue against her several times and then lifted his head. He reached for his cherry slush and took a drink. Reagan almost had time to collect her scattered thoughts before he lowered his head and dribbled a trail of frigid ice over her hot and achy flesh. She groaned when he lowered his head to warm her with the friction of his tongue and lips.

Within seconds her womb tightened and the first ripples of orgasm gripped her aching center. “Trey, Trey, Trey!” she chanted as she came, wishing he was inside her as her core clenched with hard spasms of pure bliss.

“You’re gushing,” he said as if in awe and started lapping at her freely flowing juices. “You taste so good,” he murmured, “Reagan mixed with cherry.”

Still trembling with aftershocks of release, she chuckled. The guy had a thing for cherry. He continued to lick and suckle her while he removed her pants. Her panties, which she had taken off back at Dare’s house, were still in her pocket. With nothing on but her tank top around her waist, she found herself mostly naked while Trey was still fully clothed. Didn’t seem quite fair. She wanted to see him. Touch him. Kiss him. Taste him, too.

She sat up in the seat and reached for his shirt, tugging impatiently at the fabric along his back. He caught her hands and locked fingers with her, his tongue still dancing over the heated flesh between her thighs.

“Trey,” she whispered desperately. “I want to touch you.”

“I couldn’t stand it,” he said. “After I come, you can touch me as much as you want. I’m much too excited right now though.”

His tongue plunged into her body. Twirled inside her. Withdrew. Plunged inside again. Twirled. Withdrew. She writhed against his face, unable to control the motion of her hips. Oh dear God, if he kept that up much longer she’d come again. He released one of her hands and softly, gently stroked her quivering belly. Her hand moved to his hair and tangled in the long silky strands. She tried to tug him upward, to direct him to her throbbing clit, but he resisted, still teasing her pussy with that talented tongue of his. She felt her tank top go taut against her waist. He grabbed her hand, did some fancy twist, and the next thing she knew her wrist was trapped at her side, imprisoned by her own shirt.

He lifted his head and said, “Don’t interfere,” before nipping her clit. Her entire body jerked. He flicked the sensitive nub with his tongue, sucked on it until she was writhing against his face again, and then switched to suckling her swollen lips.

“You’re killing me, Trey,” she said breathlessly. “Will you just fuck me already?”

He lifted his head and chuckled. “I thought you’d never ask.”

He wanted her to ask? If she’d known that, she would have asked ten minutes ago. He shifted back to kneel on the floor between her wide open legs. The cold air that bathed her slick heat reminded her how much she needed him inside her. She struggled to free her wrist from her twisted tank top and, once free, she sat up and reached for Trey’s belt. He was checking the pockets of his jeans frantically.

Reagan unfastened his belt and worked at the buttons of his fly. Trey had his wallet out and was digging around inside. When Reagan got his pants open, she reached inside and carefully pulled his cock out of his pants.

He shuddered. “W-wait,” he breathed.

His cock was magnificent—long and hard, tipped with a large, thick head that she wanted to suck almost as much as she wanted it inside her.

“Hurry,” she whispered. “God, I want you.”


“Yeah, fuck. That’s what I had in mind.”

He grimaced when she rubbed her thumbs over his cock head in wide circles.

“You wouldn’t happen to have a condom on you, would you?”

“Not on me, no. You’re supposed to put it on you and put it
me.” She chuckled.

“I don’t have one with me.”

She groaned. “Please tell me you’re joking.”

He bit his lip and shook his head. “I probably lost them one of the times I hit the deck at the skate park. Or when I bought our drinks. Or at Dare’s house. Or at the hospi—”

She released a frustrated breath. “Maybe there’s a drugstore nearby. We’ll send the driver in.” She peeked out the window and found they were in a familiar parking lot. “Oh, I’m home. I do have condoms upstairs.”

Trey breathed a sigh of relief. “Awesome. I’m dying to bury myself inside you.”

Chapter 7

When Ethan heard Reagan fumbling with her key in the lock of the front door, he glanced up from the boxing match he was watching on TV. Wide smile on his face, he climbed to his feet and prepared for her excited launch into his waiting arms. He probably shouldn’t love it when she was excited about something, but Lord he missed the feel of her body against his. As far as Ethan was concerned, any excuse to embrace Reagan Elliot was a good excuse.

The door swung open and she stumbled into the room, pulling some laughing guy into the apartment by his T-shirt. Barefoot, she tossed her boots on the floor near the entryway, which freed her hand to grab onto the guy with both hands. So she could pull his mouth against hers and kiss him hungrily.

Ethan’s smile faded. She’d brought home another dipshit who was in no way good enough for her. Ethan straightened his spine, prepared to use all six feet two inches of his muscular frame to its full, intimidating advantage.

Said dipshit wrapped both arms around Reagan’s narrow back to deepen their kiss and kicked the door closed behind him. “Where’s the bedroom?” he said against her lips. His hands moved to squeeze her luscious ass. Ethan stifled an angry growl.

Reagan drew away, took the guy by the hand, and took two steps in the direction of her bedroom when she noticed Ethan standing there. At least she had the decency to flush.

“Oh, Ethan,” she said. “This is… This is Trey. My, um, new…
?” She glanced at this Trey fellow and he smiled at her like the dipshit he was.

When in the hell had that happened? Ethan would have known if she’d so much as gone on a date with anyone. She still confided everything to him. The dipshit,
, stepped forward, his hand extended in greeting. Ethan got his first good look at the guy and his gut clenched with a powerful longing. Wow. The man was sex incarnate. This guy was straight? Ethan had a hard time buying that. Ethan’s lust was never wrong. He could pick out a piece of hot tail from a mile away, and this guy was the hottest tail he’d ever laid eyes on.

“Hey,” Ethan said and accepted Trey’s hand. He could smell Reagan’s sex all over the guy, so either Trey was very confused or in denial. Or, in a perfect world, bisexual. “Nice to meet you.”

“Likewise,” Trey said, his gaze raking down Ethan’s body. Yeah, this hunk of hotness was not everything Reagan thought he was. She hadn’t been able to accept Ethan’s sexuality. She wouldn’t be able to accept this new guy’s either.

“How come you haven’t mentioned Trey before?” Ethan asked Reagan.

Her cheeks went pink again. The woman cursed like a sailor, but talking about her love interests made her blush. “Well, I just met him today.”

“Moving a little fast, aren’t you?”

Reagan scowled at him and then smacked him in the arm. “Shut up. If you try to mess this up for me I’ll shave your head in your sleep and superglue the hair to your balls.”

Ethan knew she’d do it, too.

Trey’s sexy green eyes began to roam the apartment. He draped an arm around Reagan’s narrow waist and rested his hand on her hip as if getting comfortable to stand there for a while. Apparently he realized that Ethan was on a mission to keep Reagan out of her bedroom for as long as possible.

“So tell me about the audition,” Ethan said to Reagan, trying not to stare at Trey’s mouth. The man had a beautiful mouth. A beautiful mouth that would look phenomenal wrapped around Ethan’s hard, thick…

Reagan’s eyes widened and she went animated. The way she reacted when she was really excited about something. Ethan loved to get her excited. “Oh my God, can you believe it? They liked my playing so much they didn’t even finish listening to all the contestants. I’m going out on tour with Exodus End in three weeks.”

“And Sinners,” Trey added absently. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a red lollipop. He unwrapped it and stuck it in that beautiful mouth of his. Ethan’s belly clenched and his cock stirred to life.

Reagan looked up at Trey in question. “Sinners?”

“Yeah, we’re co-headlining with Exodus End this tour.”

“You mean we’re going to be on tour together?” she said, the pitch of her voice rising with each word.

“Dare didn’t mention that?”

“No,” she squealed and bounced up and down on the balls of her feet.

Ethan chuckled. She was so adorable when she was excited.

“Such a fucktard,” Trey commented and tugged the sucker out of his mouth.

Ethan practically felt the tug of Trey’s suction on the head of his cock. Mercy, the man was sensual. And judging by the sidelong glance he offered Ethan, he knew it.

Reagan hugged Trey, her entire body trembling with excitement. “And just when I thought my day couldn’t get any better.”

“Your night’s going to get a whole lot better,” he murmured into her ear. “If we ever make it to the bedroom.” He lifted his gaze just enough to catch Ethan staring at him. He grinned crookedly and then sucked that lollipop back into his mouth.

Ethan stifled a groan. “So you’re in a band too?” Ethan asked.

Reagan spun around to gape at him. “This is Trey,” she said, shaking her head at Ethan. “Trey
. Ethan, get your brain out of cold storage. I talk about the guitarists of Sinners constantly. How talented they are. Do you ever listen to a word I say?”

Ethan racked his brain for a name he’d heard amongst Reagan’s ceaseless prattling about guitarists and could only come up with, “Brian Saint Claire?”

clair,” Reagan said and rolled her eyes at him. “Brian’s the lead guitarist for Sinners. Trey is rhythm.”

Rhythm? Ethan bet the man knew quite a few things about rhythm, and if not, Ethan would be more than happy to show him.

Trey winked at Ethan, a knowing grin on his face. He pulled the sucker out of his mouth and gave it a few flicks with his tongue before sliding it back into his mouth through his tightened lips. In. Out. In. Out. The fucker was tormenting Ethan on purpose. Trey moved to stand behind Reagan and wrapped both arms around her waist. She leaned back against him and Ethan gritted his teeth. Ethan didn’t know why he didn’t just move on. Things would be a lot more tolerable if he didn’t still love Reagan or if he wasn’t attracted to men, but he had both problems and wasn’t sure what to do about it. Well,
getting rid of these guys she brought home as quickly as possible. Funny, he didn’t think his usual intimidation tactics would work with Trey. Trey was probably well aware of Ethan’s instant attraction to him. Ethan wondered if Trey was attracted to him as well or if he really was just fucking with him because he found giving men blue balls amusing.

“You said something about finding me a job, too,” Ethan said to keep Reagan talking and out of the bedroom. He’d been doing piecework since he’d left the force. Some high-profile bodyguard work for celebrities and low-profile security at events, but nothing long-term. A more steady flow of income would be a welcome change. Especially since it meant he got to keep an eye on Reagan. He worried about her constantly. She was too reckless for her own good. Exhibit A was standing right in front of him giving that lollipop one hell of a blow job.

“The band thinks I’ll need a personal bodyguard. I think they’re—”

“Absolutely right,” Trey said. “Fans don’t usually intend to harm anyone, but they can get carried away. No one wants to see you hurt.” Trey pulled the sucker from his mouth and placed a series of gentle sucking kisses on the sensitive spot just below Reagan’s earlobe. Her eyelids fluttered, and she clung to Trey’s thighs with both hands. “He’ll probably spend most of his time trying to protect you from me,” Trey murmured in a sexy growl.

“Then he’s fired,” Reagan said.

Ethan cleared his throat. Trey stared him in the eye as he drew his tongue up along the side of Reagan’s neck. Ethan’s balls clenched. What a fucking bastard. He had to know that would turn Ethan on. Why was he torturing him?

“So what exactly will my duties be?” Ethan asked, trying to ignore the way Reagan was rubbing her sweet ass against Trey’s crotch. Ethan still remembered how well that ass fit his palms while she rode him. How hot and slick and tight her pussy felt as it slid up and down his length.

Trey paused and looked up at Ethan. “You talk too much.” He lifted his hand and stuck his half-eaten sucker in Ethan’s mouth. “Where’s your bedroom, Reagan? Or I could just bend you over that sofa there and finish what we started in the limo.”


“This way,” Reagan said and grabbed a handful of Trey’s T-shirt. She tugged him into her bedroom and shut the door before Ethan could come up with another stall tactic.

Where were his sound-blocking headphones? There was no way he’d be able to survive listening to those sexy sounds Reagan made when she was getting it good. And Ethan had no doubt that Trey Mills was going to give it to her good.

Chapter 8

Trey was glad when Reagan shut her bedroom door and removed her very distracting roommate from sight. He hadn’t even made it through a day and he was already thinking about being utterly seduced by a man. Well, one man. The big, gorgeous alpha male in the living room. Trey knew Ethan would hold him down and fuck him good and hard when he needed it. It would be nice to let someone take charge for a change. His last few lovers had been total bottoms, which had its perks, but sometimes Trey wanted a man who took charge and… Wait. Wrong! What was he thinking? No more men. No submissive bottoms. No alpha tops. Not even a healthy switch. No men. Period.

Reagan turned on a lamp, opened the top drawer of her dresser, and rummaged around until she produced a small box of condoms. She blushed when she moved to stand before him. “Only two left. I hope that’s enough.”

“We could always borrow some extras from Ethan.”

Reagan’s eyes widened. “I couldn’t.”

Trey was starting to think there was still something between the roommates. Something more substantial than friendship. “Do you still care about the guy?”

“Well, I might if he wasn’t gay. Can we not talk about Ethan? I’d much rather concentrate on you.”

But would she still want to concentrate on him if she knew that Trey tended to be as attracted to the same sex as much as he was attracted to the opposite sex? Except he’d given up on men. Yeah. He only wanted women. And at the moment, he only wanted Reagan. He would not allow himself to imagine how unbelievable it would feel to have Ethan’s weight against his back as he filled him from behind. Trey seriously needed to get busy with Reagan so he could orient his thoughts back where they belonged. On his new
friend. Who was smoking hot, a lot of fun, interesting, and with whom he had more in common than any other person he’d ever met, with the exception of Brian.


Trey grabbed Reagan around the waist and pulled her up against his chest before lowering his head to kiss her breathless. He would not be thinking about Brian either. Just Reagan. She was everything Trey could ever possibly want in a woman, and he wasn’t going to mess this up by thinking about men.

Reagan tugged at Trey’s T-shirt impatiently and he released her long enough to pull it off over his head. She removed her tank top as well, freeing her small, perky breasts to his eager gaze.

“You’re beautiful,” he said, touching her face, her shoulder, her rosy nipple.

“Show me,” she whispered.

He smiled. “I’d be happy to.”

He took her hand and led her to the bed. He kissed her neck while he worked at the button of her cargo pants and released the zipper. Starting at her throat, he licked his way down the center of her body as he slowly lowered her pants to the floor. She kicked them aside and tugged him to his feet. “Let’s go take a shower.”


“I have sand all over my feet. And I smell like dog.”

“You smell like pussy,” he corrected, and it had his motor revving on high.

She chuckled. “That too.”

“That’s a good thing. Trust me.”

She stared down at her hands and pulled a face of disgust. Okay, he supposed he could survive showering with her if it would allow her to relax.

Trey glanced around the room, looking for a door to a connecting bathroom. There was a sliding closet door and the door they’d entered, but nothing that led to a bathroom. “Where’s your bathroom?”

“There’s only one in this apartment.”

He was surprised when she opened the bedroom door and walked out into the hall completely naked. Wasn’t Ethan out there? Trey kicked off his shoes and followed her. Ethan was indeed out there, and the way he looked at her told Trey what he’d expected all along. Ethan wasn’t homosexual; he was bi. For years, Trey had searched for a bisexual partner. They weren’t easy to find. Women, sure. He’d encountered plenty of bisexual women, but bisexual men willing to admit to it were more of a rarity. Of course Trey would discover the perfect lover the day he vowed to give up men forever. Murphy’s Law.

Ethan’s dark eyes flicked from completely-naked Reagan to half-naked Trey. Trey lifted an eyebrow at him in question. He couldn’t believe that Reagan hadn’t picked up on this guy’s vibes. Was she completely clueless or just seeing what she wanted to see? Ethan grabbed a pillow, hugged it to his abdomen, and turned his attention back to the boxing match he was watching. His enormous biceps strained beneath his skin as he clutched the helpless, blue sofa pillow. Trey expected it to rend in two at any moment.

“Trey?” Reagan called from the bathroom. “Did you get lost?”

“I’m coming,” he said.

“Not without me, you aren’t.”

He chuckled. The woman made his heart sing. It was stupid of him to even entertain thoughts of anyone but her. When he entered the bathroom, she was bent over the tub adjusting the temperature of the water. All that slick, rosy flesh between her legs instantly grabbed his complete attention. Considering his sexual ADD, that was saying something. Reagan tugged the lever, sending a steady gush of water out of the showerhead, and then stepped into the tub facing the spray. Trey followed her without hesitation.

She turned to look at him standing behind her in the shower and laughed. “You forgot to take off your jeans.”

“You have stolen my ability to think coherently.”

She turned and wrapped her wet arms around Trey’s neck. Her smoky blue eyes were full of mischief when she said, “Is that so?”

His hands slid over the slick skin of her back to her hand-filling rump. He loved a woman with a succulent ass. It gave him something to hold on to. Trey jerked her against him and rubbed her mound against the hard length of his cock through his pants. “Do you feel what you do to me?”

“I haven’t even started with you yet, Trey Mills.”

He grinned. “Is that so?”

“Yeah. There’s something about you that makes me want to do very naughty things.” Her tongue flicked out and she bent her neck to toy with the piercing in his nipple.

“I feel the same way,” he said. “That’s why I’m still wearing my jeans.”

“But I want you naked.” She leaned back, her mound pressing more firmly against his cock, and unbuttoned the topmost button of his jeans. “Can I take these off?” She looked up at him coyly. Her short blond hair clung to her damp cheeks, framing her lovely face to perfection. He was surprised his wet jeans didn’t start steaming.

“Help yourself,” he murmured, pulling away just enough for her to release his fly and ease his pants down his thighs. She squatted down in front of him as she lowered his pants to his ankles and teased the head of his cock with her tongue when it came within reach.

He gasped at the slight contact. He didn’t usually spend all day seducing a woman before he earned his prize, so his body was not used to this level of denial. He hoped he could hold back long enough to give her the pleasure she deserved. Her hand moved to cup his balls and he almost leapt out of his skin.

“Easy,” he whispered.

She shook her head. “Let me help you with this.” She removed his sopping jeans and used them to cushion her knees as she lowered herself to kneel before him.

He’d wanted to pleasure her for hours before he let himself have his release, but she was right. He needed this. He could give her those hours of pleasure after. It wasn’t as if he planned on leaving right after he came. Another rarity for him.

“Just relax,” she murmured and sucked his cock into her mouth.

He watched her through half-lowered eyelids. Hot water struck his chest and poured down his belly and thighs. Her hands moved to his hips as she bobbed her head faster, sucked harder. She was pretty good at this… for a woman. He watched her, forcing his mind to focus on her. Only her. She didn’t deserve to be compared to anyone else. Man or woman. She was wonderful. Beautiful. Sexy. Talented. And oh God, he was going to come.

“Reagan,” he gasped as he found release.

She moved her head to the side, stroking him with both hands as he came so hard his fluids struck the wall behind her. She lifted his cock and licked his scrotum until he grabbed her hair in both fists to get her to stop. His knees felt wobbly enough as it was.

“Trey. My hair,” she complained.

He immediately released his handholds and smoothed the damp locks. “Sorry. I just really, really needed that. You’ve been driving me crazy all day.”

She climbed to her feet. “Now we can start from the beginning again.”

Now he could worship her body as she deserved. He retrieved a bar of soap and lathered a washcloth until it was dripping with frothy suds. He washed her skin slowly, making sure the rough, foamy cloth stroked every inch of her flesh. He especially enjoyed her reaction when he sank to the floor of the tub, lifted her foot, and washed between her toes. She held onto his head for balance and alternated between moaning and giggling. He washed her other foot and then slowly worked his way back up her body. Wishing soap was cherry flavored, he paused to lick the tattoo on her hip. It was way past lunchtime. Trey moved slowly up her body, the washcloth no longer soapy. When he stood before her, she wrapped both arms around his neck and plastered her wet body against his. He reached for the soap and then lowered his head to kiss her. He washed her back as he explored her delectable mouth with his tongue.

She tore her mouth from his. “Take me to bed,” she said, her eyes focused on his lips.

“You don’t want to try that slow, hard fuck against a wall?”

She chuckled. “You make me weak in the knees and it’s all slippery in here. I don’t think that’s a good idea at the moment.”

“Maybe later, then,” he said and claimed her mouth again.

He moved the soap to wash his arms as they surrounded her body. He rubbed the soap over her hips, then his, making the shower about both of them now. She took the soap from him and washed his back, his ass, the tops of his thighs. Her hands moved to his shoulders and she dropped the soap.

They weren’t really washing each other anymore anyway. They were getting to know each other’s bodies. As the warm water rinsed the suds from their entangled bodies, Trey filled his hands with her plump ass. She moaned in his mouth when he dug his fingers into the soft, yielding flesh and massaged the cheeks together before tugging them apart and massaging them together again.

“Trey,” she whispered into his mouth.


“I love the way that feels.”

“That’s good,” he murmured.

“But you know what would feel better?”


She moved her mouth near his ear. “If you did it while I rode you.”

Couldn’t argue with that logic. “Mmm hmm.”

“The bedroom is that way.” She nodded toward the door.

“I don’t want to let you go.” He loved the way her curves fit him. How perfect his cock felt nestled against her lower belly. How the hardened tips of her small breasts pressed into his chest. He didn’t think he could take his hands off her delicious booty if he tried.

There was a knock at the door. “The temp agency just called. I have to go fill in for a night shift,” Ethan said. “Are you two going to stay in there all night? I need to take a shower.”

“Roommates,” she murmured in annoyance.

Trey didn’t think Ethan was so bad. He kind of wished Reagan would let Ethan join them. She kissed Trey and then tugged out of his grasp so she could shut off the water. The fluffy blue towel she grabbed from the shelf above the toilet did a lot to hide her distracting curves and give Trey enough sense to step out of the tub. He didn’t even bother with a towel, just followed her out of the bathroom knowing the faster they reached her bedroom, the quicker he could get her back into his arms.

Ethan grunted in annoyance as they passed. When he closed the bathroom door behind him, Trey heard him say, “What in the fuck are these doing in the tub?”

“I think he found your jeans,” Reagan said with a laugh.

The smile she delivered over her shoulder pushed the last shred of control beyond Trey’s reach. He grabbed her around the waist, lifted her several inches off the ground, and carried her to the bed. The towel dropped to the floor as he tumbled her onto the mattress. He stared down at her in the lamplight, giving his eyes a moment to feast on her beauty. A woman’s body was a work of art. One to be explored and appreciated. Every curve, every valley, every freckle a treasure to discover. Every nerve ending a challenge to ignite with pleasure. Now, where to start? There wasn’t an inch of Reagan he didn’t want to get to know intimately.

She lifted both arms in his direction. “Come here.”

He grinned. “I’m still enjoying the view.”

“I think it’s time for my close-up.”

Trey climbed onto the bed with her, kneeling at her side. She scooted toward the center of the bed to give him more room. He caught her hand and drew her knuckles to his lips. That was where he’d start. The part of her that had first drawn his interest. Her talented hands. Trey massaged her palm with both hands as he nibbled and suckled her fingertips. He licked and blew. Kissed and caressed her hand as if there was nothing more desirable than her fingers, her knuckles, her palm, her wrist. He watched her reactions, taking note of the things she liked best. Sharp nips to the flesh at the base of her thumb made her suck in excited breaths. Flicks of his tongue to the center of her palm caused her to squirm. Suction at her fingertips made her back arc slightly off the mattress.

“Trey,” she whispered, her face flushed with desire. “Aren’t you going to make love to me?”

“I thought that’s what I was doing.”

“You know what I mean. I want you inside.”

“You’re not ready yet.”

“Yes,” she groaned. “Yes, I am. I’ve been ready all day.”

“You just think you are.” He lifted her hand and placed it on his belly. “Touch me. Show me what you like. Not to give me pleasure, but what part of me feels best beneath your hand.”

She slid her hand down his belly and reached for his cock. He’d known that’s what she’d go for first because she was impatient and hadn’t really internalized his instructions.

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