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Trey
was pretty sure Ethan was a tad misty eyed as he watched his mother offer her
sincere blessing. Rosa patted Trey forcefully on the back and then drew away.
“Tell me all about you,” she said, taking Trey’s hand and leading him to the
sofa. He obeyed without question. He was sure Rosa was used to getting her way.
A woman didn’t survive raising seven sons if she didn’t have a solid backbone.

“
All
about me?” If he did that, he was sure she’d revoke her blessing and lock her
son away.

“Yes,
everything. Ethan, Reagan, sit,” she said, patting the seat beside her.

Ethan
sat and drew Reagan onto his lap. She relaxed against him, and he buried his
face in her neck, inhaling what Trey knew to be her comforting yet exciting
scent. He wished he could join their quiet reunion, but he had Ethan’s mom to
win over.

“I
was born in Southern California,” Trey began. “My father is Plastic Surgeon to
the Stars, my mother is a folk artist who believes the world is her canvas, and
my older brother is one of the most famous guitarists in the world. It’s a
wonder I don’t have an inferiority complex.”

“Ethan
tells me you are famous guitarist also,” Rosa said. “Like Reagan.”

“Maybe
like Reagan,” Trey said, “but not like Dare.”

“We’re
not even close to Dare’s level of fame,” Reagan said. “Thank God,” she
whispered under her breath.

“What
else?” Rosa asked, leaning toward him eagerly. He supposed what was ordinary to
him was exotic and exciting to some people. For the most part, he led a charmed
life, and he didn’t apologize for his good fortune.

With
little encouragement, Trey told Rosa all about himself. He did leave out the
X-rated stuff, so his life story didn’t really take all that long to tell.

Ethan
breathed a sigh of relief when his mother decided she was tired and wanted to rest
in her hotel room until dinner time. As much as he adored the woman and was
happy to watch her affection for Trey grow by the minute, he very much wanted
to be alone with his lovers. Well, as alone as three people could be together.

“I’m
a little jealous,” Reagan said as they crossed the hallway to their suite.

“Of
what?” Trey asked, sliding his key into the lock.

“She
barely spoke to me the entire time. You’re her new favorite.”

“She
just wanted to know more about me,” Trey said. “I’m sure her fascination is
temporary.”

“Like
mine’s been?” Reagan squeaked when Trey poked her in the ribs before following her
into the room.

“You’re
her only daughter,” Ethan reminded her as he stuck the Do Not Disturb sign in
the key slot and closed the door. “She has to put up with
eight
sons now.
You’ll be back on top before—”

His
words were silenced by Trey’s unexpected kiss. “Missed you,” Trey murmured
against his lips.

The
man had a way of getting Ethan worked up instantly.

“Jeez,
Trey,” Reagan teased, pulling the heavy duffle bag from Ethan’s hand and
dropping it on the floor with a loud huff. “You could at least let him get into
the room before you start throwing yourself at him.”

Now
that Ethan’s hands were empty, he filled them with Trey’s ass, pulling his
groin against his, breath catching when he felt how hard Trey was for him.

“You
did miss me,” Ethan said against Trey’s lips.

“All
of you,” Trey said, fumbling with Ethan’s fly. “Not just your cock.”

Ethan
groaned when Trey’s hand slid into his pants and gently stroked him, massaging
his cockhead with his thumb.

“But
I need fucked, E. Been needing it for days.”

“It’s
true,” Reagan said, slipping her shirt off over her head and tossing it aside.
“I tried to satisfy him.” She lifted her palms and shrugged.

Ethan
wrapped his hand around Trey’s throat, and Trey groaned. Ethan knew what Trey
craved—to be utterly dominated and fucked into submission—but Ethan didn’t want
Reagan to be hurt because of those needs. Trey could have them fulfilled
without making her feel insecure in her position. “Did you make Reagan feel
like she’s not enough for you again?”

“If
I did, I didn’t mean to,” Trey said, turning his head to look at Reagan. “Did I
hurt your feelings?”

“Does
it hurt your feelings that I don’t feel completely satisfied unless both of
your cocks are inside me?”

Trey
shook his head, and Ethan relaxed his hand, kissing the red marks his fingers
had left behind. Even though Trey liked him to be rough at times, Ethan didn’t
want to leave bruises. The man was precious to him.

“Well,
there you go,” Reagan said. “When you’re not here, Ethan, we both feel like
something is missing. So don’t leave us again.”

Ethan
smiled. How wonderful was it to feel wanted? Loved? Needed? Pretty fucking
spectacular.

“I’m
glad he went,” Trey said.

Ethan
winced at the sudden pang in his chest. Trey was glad they’d been apart? How
could he say that? It had been the longest four days of Ethan’s life.

“I
know that much of the guilt and uncertainty weighing you down is gone,” Trey
said, staring into his eyes. “Now you can completely put your head and your
heart into our time together. It won’t be just about our bodies.”

“It
was never just about our bodies.” Ethan scowled. “Okay, at first it was just
about our bodies, but my heart has been in it for a while now.”

“As
much of it as you were willing to give,” Trey said. “Now you can give me your
all.”

That
sounded decidedly terrifying.

“The
way you’ve always given your all to Reagan.”

“You
two are making me cry,” Reagan said, pressing the back of her wrist to one eye.

“I’d
rather make you moan,” Trey said, reaching out to pull her into their embrace.

Ethan
kissed the tears off her cheek. “Why are you crying?”

“Because
I’m happy,” she whispered. “Couldn’t be any happier.”

“Give
us an hour,” Ethan murmured in her ear, “and we’ll see if that still holds
true.”

Reagan
giggled as Ethan attempted to pick up one perfect lover in each arm and carry
them to bed. He managed to get their toes off the ground—sort of—and take a
rushed step. “I think I need to work out more,” he said as they stumbled toward
the bed.

“Maybe
if you weren’t encumbered by the pants around your knees,” Trey said, tugging
at his pants leg with his toes.

“And
this shirt is definitely holding you back,” Reagan said, lifting the hem and
sliding her hand up his belly.

“I
do feel stronger when I’m naked,” Ethan said with a laugh. He completely
understood why Reagan had been shedding happy tears. Their reunion was
emotional bliss. The physical bliss to come—and they would all be coming
shortly—was just a bonus.

The
pair made short work of his clothes and the strength in his legs as they knelt
at his feet and delighted his cock with their mouths—two sets of lips, two
tongues, two breaths. Together they kissed and licked, suckled and blew his
overly excited flesh until he had to stop them. His body was accustomed to
multiple sexual encounters a day, so going almost a week without had him ready
to explode all over their faces. As they remained kneeling at his feet but kissing
each other instead of performing amazing magic on his cock, Ethan couldn’t stop
the involuntary rocking of his hips.

Trey’s
eyes lifted to meet his, and he grinned that heart-stealing impish grin against
Reagan’s lips just before grabbing Ethan’s ass and urging him forward. Ethan’s
heart stuttered over several beats and then raced as they let him in. He thrust
gently into their combined mouths, groaning at the feel of their caressing
tongues as they kissed each other around him.

Ethan’s
belly tightened as he fought release. He wished he could go on gently fucking
their kiss, but the urge to pound himself into receptive flesh completely
overwhelmed him, unleashing the sexual beast that both of his lovers
appreciated—only not when he was in their mouths.

He
reached for Reagan, hauling her to her feet and pulling her toward the bed. He
heard Trey’s sigh of disappointment. “I can’t fuck you both at the same time,”
Ethan said as he wrestled with Reagan’s remaining clothes and prayed that she
was hot and wet. “So you’re just going to have to fuck me this time, Trey.”

“Yesss,”
he heard Trey say from the floor behind him.

After
tipping a now naked Reagan onto the edge of the bed, he spread her legs wide
and knelt between them. He devoured her pussy—sucking and licking and tonguing
her center—until she’d gone from delightfully damp to dripping wet. She begged
him to take her, so he did, mindful to enter her with ever deepening thrusts
until his balls rested against her. When he ground into her, he was rewarded
with her breathless moan of satisfaction.

Trey
kissed his shoulder tenderly, and Ethan held his breath as lubed fingers slid
against his ass.

“Relax,”
Trey murmured.

Ethan
released his breath in a harsh gasp and concentrated on relaxing even while
every instinct was telling him to mercilessly pound the pussy he was buried
within. Ethan lowered himself over Reagan’s body, her hot belly and breasts
burning into his skin. He pressed his face into her throat and spread his legs
to ease Trey’s penetration. Heat flooded his body as his ass was filled slowly—oh
God, slowly, too fucking slowly. The uncomfortable pressure was soon chased
away by blinding pleasure. Ethan moaned and then sucked a breath through his
teeth as Trey grasped his hip and directed his motions. He let Trey have
complete control of his pleasure as he slowly pulled out of Reagan’s body and
Trey pulled out of his. In the final inch of withdrawal, Trey’s hand pushed at
Ethan’s hip, directing him slowly back inside the haven before him and popped
free of Ethan’s clenching ass. Ethan groaned, wanting Trey inside him, but Trey
merely pressed his cockhead against his opening, not breaching him again until Ethan
was buried completely inside Reagan once more.

“God,
yes,” he groaned as Trey entered him again.

Ethan
wasn’t sure how long the relentless pleasure continued. The care Trey showed at
pleasuring him tugged at Ethan’s heart while Reagan’s pussy tugged at his
balls. He was caught between the perfect rhythm of his two beloved musicians,
and as their tempo increased, so did his pleasure and excitement until he was
coming without knowing the exact instant his peak had been reached. His ass
tightened around Trey’s cock, and Trey began to thrust faster as he sought his
own release. Ethan reached between Reagan’s legs and frantically rubbed her clit
until her back arched and her pussy tightened around Ethan’s spent cock. Trey
and Reagan cried out in unison as they climaxed together. Ethan groaned in
relief—it would have been terribly greedy of him to take all the pleasure for
himself—and then collapsed against Reagan, snuggling into her neck and inhaling
the sweet vanilla fragrance of her skin mixed with the sharper scents of sweat
and sex. Trey relaxed against his back, and Ethan shifted onto his elbows, so he
and Trey didn’t completely crush Reagan, though she wrapped her arms around him
to pull him closer. She opened her eyes and smiled up at Ethan.

“I
love you,” she said. After a long moment when her smile widened even more, she
looked behind Ethan’s shoulders. “And you,” she said. “I love you.”

Ethan
could see his face and Trey’s reflected in her lovely blue eyes, and he knew
without a doubt that she did love them both and that they were blessed to share
her devotion.

Here,
wrapped in a cocoon of love and affection, mutual attraction and sexual gratification,
it was easy to forget that much of the outside world was against their extraordinary
love.

With
shaky arms, Trey pushed off Ethan’s back and disappeared into the bathroom.
Ethan tried to melt into Reagan’s limp body so he didn’t have to move. Not yet.
He’d missed them both terribly and wasn’t ready to return to being a separate
person.

“How
did your brothers take the news?” Reagan asked, her hands gently massaging his
back.

He
snorted softly. “Juan mostly wanted to know how we have sex.”

“Tell
him very well, thank you.” Reagan kissed his neck.

“And
Carlos refuses to speak to me.”

Her
gentle kisses stopped as she shifted her head to stare up at him. “I’m sorry. I
know you’re close.”

Ethan
shrugged. He figured Carlos would get over it or he wouldn’t. His negative
opinions about Ethan’s lifestyle wouldn’t change who Ethan was. “It doesn’t
matter.”

“Of
course it matters.” She touched his face, tracing its contours with her
fingertips. “I wish I’d been there to offer my support.”

“You
were there,” he said. He caught her hand, bringing her palm to his lips. “You’re
always with me.”

The
mattress sagged beside them as Trey returned and cuddled against Reagan’s side.
When he smiled his typical impish grin at Ethan, Ethan couldn’t resist shifting
enough to kiss him. These two were both so precious to him. Both of them.
Precious. He hoped they never again spent time apart.

“What
did I miss?” Trey asked.

“Reagan’s
guilt trip,” Ethan teased. He pulled out to lay on his side next to her.

“I
do feel guilty,” she said. “You’re both so good to me, and I’ve been so focused
on my little problems lately—”

“Reagan,
they aren’t little problems,” Ethan said, slipping an arm around her waist. Finding
Trey’s arm already there, he settled his hand on Trey’s elbow so they could
hold her together.

“Your
problems aren’t little either,” she said. “Coming out to your family couldn’t
have been easy, and I wasn’t there for you. I kinda just fluffed it off. But you’re
always there for me. Trey is always there for me. Whenever I need you, no
matter what the problem, you never let me falter. I haven’t thanked either of
you for being so wonderful. I’ve been taking your love and support for granted,
and I’m sorry I didn’t recognize what I’ve been doing.”