Double Time
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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.
Chapter 26
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.”