Double Time
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“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 f**king 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 pu**y 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.”
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.
Shit. 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 f**k 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 g*y. 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 girlfriend. 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.
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 br**sts 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.”
“Shower?”
“I have sand all over my feet. And I smell like dog.”
“You smell like pu**y,” 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?”