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Trey
scooted back a couple of inches to give Ethan access to her back, while Ethan
moved away to give Trey access to her front. Still lying on his side, Trey used
his dominant left hand to massage her collarbone, chest, and breast. He was
sure her nipple was very tense, so he spent extra time massaging that. Ethan’s
big hand started at the nape of her neck and slowly moved lower to knead her
shoulder and her upper back, but then his arm got caught up with Trey’s because
Trey wanted to make sure Reagan’s nipple was thoroughly relaxed. Of course, the
more he rubbed, the less relaxed it—and she—became. Ethan cocked an eyebrow at
him, sending him a silent signal to continue his journey down Reagan’s front,
but when Trey merely smirked at him, Ethan leaned forward and kissed him,
squashing Reagan between them. She didn’t protest, but lifted her leg to rest
on Ethan’s hip.

“Trey,
you’re driving me crazy,” she said, twisting slightly so her nipple was no
longer beneath the persistent attention of his fingertips. He pulled his mouth
free of Ethan’s and pressed his forehead to Reagan’s shoulder.

“Fine,”
he said, moving his hand to her ribs, which he massaged lightly, and then to her
belly, which made her squirm.

Ethan
continued massaging her back, moving slowly lower. The muscles on her left side
were probably well relaxed. They’d have to flip her on her other side to finish
their task. But as Trey’s hand moved lower, over her hip and the top of her
thigh, he couldn’t stop himself from centering his hand between her legs to
massage her clit. He was sure there was plenty of tension coiled in the swollen
little nub, and he wasn’t going to let up until it had all been released.

Ethan
scooted down Reagan’s body and looped her leg over his shoulder. Trey didn’t
have to wonder what Ethan was doing. He felt Ethan’s tongue glide against his
fingertips as he licked Reagan where Trey was touching her. Trey hoped it
wasn’t too greedy of him to want a piece of that action. He squirmed down the
bed and moved his hips until his cock was nestled in Reagan’s hot, wet seam. It
didn’t take Ethan more than a second to figure out what Trey wanted. His tongue
brushed the head of Trey’s cock, and Trey shuddered. Trey shifted into a more
accessible position, pressed firmly against Reagan’s back. Ethan’s hand pressed
Trey’s cockhead up against Reagan’s clit, and then Ethan took them both into
his mouth, sucking, licking, and massaging their most sensitive flesh with his
lush lips. It took a truly talented man to give his boyfriend and his
girlfriend head at the same time.

“Jesus,”
Reagan gasped, her hands tangling in Ethan’s hair. “That’s amazing. Sexy.”

“And
I thought I was gifted,” Trey said, rocking his hips slightly to increase his
pleasure.

Ethan’s
hand shifted, and he pressed Trey’s cock into Reagan’s opening. She moaned,
encouraging Trey to alter his position so he could thrust up into her. He took
her slowly to make it easier for Ethan to keep his mouth on her clit.

“Who
would ever give this up once they had it?” she said.

“Not
me,” Trey said.

Ethan
grunted his agreement.

Reagan
shuddered as she found her peak.

“Who
made you come, Reagan?” Trey asked, remembering the bet he had with Ethan.

“You
b-both . . .” she sputtered. “Both are responsible. And don’t
stop. I want more.”

She
always wanted more. And he loved that about her. It meant he got more as well.

“Fill
me,” she said breathlessly. “Both of you.”

“How
do you want us?” Trey asked. She was in command tonight. Both of their dicks
were gladly at her disposal.

“You
fuck my ass while I ride him.”

“Can
do.” It was one of his favorite positions since he got the added benefit of
rubbing his balls against Ethan’s and watching his face when he came. E made
the sexiest fucking face when he let go.

Trey
pulled out to go in search of lube while Ethan shifted onto his back. He
dragged Reagan along with him, holding her pussy to his face as he continued to
suck at her clit. The sound of his mouth working her over had Trey’s balls
throbbing with need.

“Oh
God, hurry, Trey,” she said.

He
dug through their bag and found the tube he was looking for. Reagan’s ass was
really in for a treat tonight. He then crawled up between Ethan’s splayed legs
and got into position. Catching Reagan by the hips, he pulled her off Ethan’s
face. Ethan took a deep breath and then pushed up into a partial sitting
position so he could watch Trey claim Reagan’s ass. Trey made sure they were
all lined up properly before he began. It was easy to break something—most
likely one of their dicks—if they had their angles wrong.

Reagan
bounced her butt against his cock, eager to take him. He usually filled her
slowly, allowing her body to become accustomed to his thickness first before he
gradually introduced his length, but her impatience was infectious. A
breathless moan tore from her throat as he entered her. He grasped a breast in
one hand, her pussy in the other.

“What
do you want, Reagan?” His voice was low, words spoken close to her ear. She
shuddered and shifted her hips forward and back to drive him in and out of her
tight ass.

She
whimpered when his finger traced her empty hole.

“What
do you want, Reagan?” he repeated, his gaze trained on Ethan, who was watching
with his mouth agape and his muscles tense.

“E-ethan.”

“You
want Ethan?” Trey asked, matching her motions to drive himself deeper into her
ass.

“Yes.”

Trey
shifted his fingertips to her clit, rubbing it with alternate fingers as if he were
playing his favorite instrument. He kind of was. “So you want me to stop?”

“N-no.”

“You
want both of us?”

“Yes!”
she hissed.

“You
need two cocks to satisfy you, one isn’t enough?” He wasn’t sure why he needed
her to admit that tonight. Maybe because he was starting to worry that she’d
decide she could be satisfied with only one of them in her bed. Only one of
them in her heart.

She
reached down, grabbed Ethan’s cock, and angled it into her pussy. Ethan winced
and grabbed her ass to slide her forward. Trey squirmed closer, not willing to
lose his place inside her.

Reagan
found a position—her chest nearly touching Ethan’s—that allowed her to ride his
cock while Trey pounded into her ass from behind. Ethan had completely
surrendered to the pleasure—his eyes closed, head thrown back, hands knotted in
the covers. Every muscle in his body was taut and twitching. Trey knew he was
fighting orgasm for all he was worth. Reagan was moaning, her forehead pressed
firmly into Ethan’s shoulder as she simultaneously fucked him and opened
herself to being fucked. Once Trey found their rhythm, which was always easy
with Reagan, he allowed his hand to explore her body. He stroked the silky skin
of her back, now slick with sweat, plucked at her nipples, rubbed her belly—loving
the way her muscles clenched each time she shifted backward—and eventually
found his true goal between her legs. He rubbed her clit, making her cry out as
she came, but she didn’t slow her motions to enjoy it. She fucked Ethan even harder,
faster, encouraging Trey to match her tempo.

Only
when he was certain both of his lovers were experiencing as much pleasure as he
could give them did Trey let himself truly feel what his body was enjoying: the
maddening friction of Reagan’s ass and the knowledge that the hard ridge he was
rubbing against with each thrust was Ethan’s cock inside her pussy. Both
sensations felt amazing, but the combination of the two was too intense for him
to keep up for much longer. He tried shifting his focus away from his own
pleasure to ensuring Reagan’s, but his hand was doing a fine job rubbing her
clit on its own.

The
need for release built inside him so quickly, it stole his breath and made his
balls ache.

“Sorry . . . I
can’t . . . I’m gonna come,” Trey said, knowing he was too
far gone to stop.

Trey’s
admission sent Ethan over the edge. He grabbed Reagan’s hips and held her still
while he trembled and shook through his own orgasm. Ethan’s expression of pure
abandonment as he let go pulled Trey straight into climax. He pressed his face
into Reagan’s back and held on tight as bursts of sensation shattered deep
inside him. His arms gave out, and he landed on Reagan, pressing her body into
Ethan. Ethan labored for breath beneath their combined weight, but he didn’t
push them away. He wrapped his arms around Trey’s back and hugged them both
closer. They lay there for a long moment, gathering their wits—if any of them
had had any to begin with.

“I
really am the luckiest woman alive,” Reagan murmured, her voice slurred as if
she were drunk.

“And
don’t you forget it,” Trey mumbled.

He’d
do everything in his power to remind her that she was a lucky woman, because
he’d never be able to let either of them go.

Reagan
refused to leave the hotel room the next day until right before the show. She’d
missed a band interview—she always felt like an unwanted accessory during those
anyway—and she still wasn’t prepared to face the public or more precisely, the
press. From her suite window, she could see the gaggle of reporters loitering around
the hotel’s entrance. They’d been there over an hour. She knew they were
waiting for her to leave so they could make a mockery out of her. Trey didn’t
have to face them today; Sinners’ show had been canceled because Sed was making
funeral arrangements for his father. And she’d told Ethan that she’d actually
feel safer without her bodyguard at her side. He was still brooding over that
claim.

She
didn’t know what to do about any of this. Her stomach was tied into so many
knots, she couldn’t eat. Her head was full of so many troubling thoughts, she
couldn’t sleep. So when a knock came at the door, she jumped as if a firing
squad had just pulled their triggers.

Butch’s
smile of greeting was laced with worry. “How are you holding up, kiddo?”

“Not
so good. Is there another way out of here?”

“We’ll
leave through the parking garage. The hotel can keep the reporters off their
property—which includes the garage underneath—but they can’t keep them off the
sidewalk out front.”

Parking
garage? Perfect. Reagan took a steadying breath and stepped out of the room. A
bright flash lit up the corridor from the end of the hall.

“Get
out of here,” Butch roared, pulling Reagan behind his body.

Reagan
trembled behind him until she heard a commotion beyond Butch. Exodus End’s
security team—which was currently short one man—hauled the protesting
photographer into an elevator.

“I
swear they come out of the walls,” Butch said, stepping behind Reagan and
placing a steadying hand on her back to urge her into motion.

She
searched the corridor for additional spectators and finding no one but two
familiar faces of Exodus End’s security crew, she took a shaky step forward.

“A
word of advice,” Butch said as they headed toward the stairwell.

Reagan
had heard about all the advice she could handle already, but she nodded.

“Don’t
give them the satisfaction of knowing how much they upset you. Pretend like
they’re not there.”

“How
am I supposed to do that?” she asked.

“Focus
on whatever you’re doing. Be as uninteresting as possible.”

She
chuckled. “Well, that last part should be easy.”

“If
they do happen to catch you out and about, act like a Hollywood starlet. Like
you eat up the attention. Smile and be friendly no matter how much you want to
kick them all in the teeth.”

“That
sounds a bit more challenging.” Or impossible.

“You’ll
be fine. Just give it time. Someone more famous than you will fuck up and the
paparazzi’s focus will shift to them.”

She
nodded, wishing he had an exact date and time for the end of her limelight. The
man was a master of scheduling. Couldn’t he just add a couple of lines to the
band’s itinerary?

6:03
p.m. The press finds someone more interesting and less sensitive than Reagan
Elliot to hound

6:04
p.m. Reagan stops feeling like she’s going to hurl

When
Butch opened the stairwell door, a member of their security team was standing
on the landing waiting for them.

“All
clear?” Butch asked.

The
guy nodded. “We have someone on every floor.” His dark-eyed gaze shifted toward
Reagan, and she tensed, wondering what he was thinking. “Isn’t Ethan with you?”
he asked, and some of the tension drained from her spine.

Butch
answered for her. “We figured that since he’s part of the scandal, it’s best if
she isn’t seen with him until this all blows over.”

Reagan
missed Ethan’s steadying presence already, but she headed down the stairs,
Butch in front of her, the other guard bringing up the rear.

“I
feel like the First Lady or something,” Reagan said as she followed Butch, her
boots echoing on the steps.

He
didn’t speak to her until they had descended all fifteen flights and she was
ushered into a waiting SUV with dark-tinted windows. The first thing she
noticed was that other than Butch, who climbed in beside her, she was the
vehicle’s only passenger.

“Where
are the guys?” she asked as the SUV moved forward at a sedate pace. Likely so
it didn’t draw attention.

“They’ll
leave through the front door in a few minutes. They have a decoy with them—a
woman of your approximate size and coloring with her face hidden. The hope is
that the press will follow them as they take the long way to the arena and it
will give us time to sneak you inside unnoticed.”

Reagan
flung herself against Butch and squeezed him until her shoulders ached. “You
are the absolute best.”

Patting
her weakly, Butch turned to look out the window.

“Did
I embarrass you, old man?” she asked, grinning as she peered up at him through
her long bangs.

“You
won’t think I’m the best later tonight,” he said, returning her squeeze,
probably so she’d finally release him.

“What
did you do?” she asked, her heart thrumming. He didn’t set up some impromptu
press conference after the show, had he? She hoped he wouldn’t throw her to the
wolves and let her fend for herself.

“I
just think you should be prepared.”

Oh
God, he
had
set up a press conference. Reagan started eyeing the door,
wondering if she’d survive if she jumped out of a moving vehicle. “For what?”

“I’ve
been helping Logan make amends with Toni all day.”

“What?”
Why would he do such a thing after the hell Toni had put her through? Correction,
after the hell that she’d put all the musicians in Butch’s care through.

“He’s
going to patch things up with Toni after the show tonight. He had me arrange a
flight and everything.”

Reagan’s
fear and anxiety were instantly replaced by boiling rage. “You’ve got to be
fucking kidding me,” she yelled. “How could he take that back-stabbing little
bitch back?”

“Toni
wasn’t the one who leaked the information to the press.”

“Of
course she was. Who else had access to that information?”

“We
don’t know yet, but someone took the information from her personal belongings.”

“You
have proof of this?” Reagan’s outraged roar lowered at least half a decibel.
She’d actually be thrilled if it turned out her friend hadn’t betrayed her
trust, but she wasn’t going to buy into the idea unless she had inarguable
evidence that Toni wasn’t involved.

“Logan’s
talked to her, and she mentioned something about her diary being lost or
stolen.”

Reagan
shook her head. “So she didn’t hand secrets that could ruin my life over to the
press. She just left them lying around in some diary so anyone could get their
hands on the information.”

“I’m
sure she’s crushed,” Butch said, and Reagan swore she saw the sparkle of a tear
in his eye. “Actually, I know for a fact she was devastated.”

“You
feel guilty,” Reagan said.

“I
shouldn’t have told you all about the tabloid the way I did. Everyone
overreacted and—”

“We
did
not
overreact, Butch.”

“I
had to literally carry her away from the bus, and I threatened to call the
police on her. Have you ever seen her cry?” Butch rubbed at his throat and bit
his lip.

“More
times than I can count.” Toni cried over freaking dog shelter commercials.
Reagan crossed her arms and jiggled her foot in annoyance. Just whose side was
Butch on?

“I’ve
been with this band since they were kids,” Butch said. “Every last one of them
is like a son to me.”

“I
know that, but Toni isn’t one of them.” And I’m not one of them either, Reagan
realized.

“Logan
loves her. Crazy, impulsive, never serious Logan Schmidt is in love with that
sweet, naïve woman.” Butch chuckled softly. “I figured he’d be the last one of
the boys to settle down, but Toni has changed him. Made him a better man. Don’t
get me wrong, he’s still the same fun, adventurous, foul-mouthed, ornery little
shit that he’s always been, but she makes him a better, more considerate,
happier version of himself. It didn’t feel right to take that away from him.”

“You
didn’t, Butch,” Reagan said. “She betrayed us. It’s her fault that she was
fired, not yours.”

Butch
took a deep breath. “But I honestly don’t think it
is
her fault. She
made a mistake, but it wasn’t malicious. She didn’t mean to hurt anyone,
especially not you. She really looks up to you.”

“She’s
only two years younger than me,” Reagan said. “You’re making me feel old.”

“Age
is just a number, Rea,” he said, cupping the back of her head and showing her a
bit of that fatherly affection he showed the rest of the band. “You’re wise
beyond your years, and she’s been completely sheltered.”

Reagan
snorted. “That’s a fact.”

“She
probably should have known better than to write personal details about her new
friends in a journal.”

“Damn
right she should have.”

“But
remember who we’re talking about here. Did she really know better? Or had that
journal been her only confidant for so long that she never considered the
possible consequences of what would happen if someone besides her read it?”

Reagan
groaned and poked him in the belly. “You suck,” she said, narrowing her eyes at
him.

“Why
do I suck?”

“Because
you’re making me feel sorry for her, and I really, really need someone to
direct my hatred toward right now.”

“Then
direct it toward whoever took her journal and sold the info to the tabloids.”

“I
would if I had any idea who it could have been.”

Butch
smiled and patted her knee. “You’re a good kid.”

Reagan
couldn’t help but smile back. Her own father thought she had been possessed by
a demon at puberty. She needed a fatherly-type man to tell her she was a good
kid every now and then.

“And
you're a good person,” Reagan said. “Exodus End would be lost without you.
I
would be lost without you.”

“Damn
straight,” he said, and his chest puffed out with pride.

The
SUV pulled up to the barrier fences behind the arena. Reagan flinched away from
the window when several people put their hands to the glass and tried to see
inside.

“That
guy right there is a total dick,” Butch said, pointing at one of their
spectators. “His favorite pastime is to follow celebrities whose relationships
are kind of rocky and get them arguing so he can take pictures of their fights.
Relationships between celebrities are challenging enough without some shithead
egging on arguments.”

Reagan
shrank into her seat. “So why is he here?”

“He’s
probably hoping to raise tensions between you and Trey.”

“Trey’s
back at the hotel.”

“Then
you have nothing to worry about,” Butch said. “Tonight. Just know what kind of crap
that guy is capable of. He’s very good at what he does. Half of the nasty shit
that was publicized when Steve was going through his divorce was his doing.”

Reagan
nodded, grateful that Butch was there to help her navigate the shark-infested
waters.

The
barrier gates were opened to allow the SUV through. The clutch of paparazzi was
much smaller here than it had been in front of the hotel. Reagan hoped that
meant the plan to divert them had been successful, but it would also mean that more
people eager to get into her business were headed in their direction.

“Now,
remember,” Butch said as the vehicle stopped feet from the back entrance.
“Pretend you don’t notice them. Smile. Preferably at me or someone else you’re
greeting. Don’t play the starlet right now, or they might use that as proof
that you’re proud of your scandalous love life.”