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Still
mostly asleep, Trey nuzzled his face into the warm neck before him, inhaling
the familiar scent of his lover. His cock twitched with sudden interest, and
his hand slid slowly up a silky-smooth belly until he found the small pert
breast he sought. He gently stroked the attentive tip until it pebbled. He
dropped a soft kiss on Reagan’s bare shoulder, hoping she was up for a bit of
loving on their wedding morning. He was craving pussy and already imagining
sinking into the slick warmth between her thighs. Unfortunately, she hadn’t
stirred yet. He knew why she was still unconscious. They had rolled into bed
rather late. Or was four a.m. considered early? He was already up regardless.
His cock had always been an early riser.

A
hard chest pressed up against Trey’s back, and a strong hand, slightly larger
than his own, covered the back of his hand and pressed his palm more firmly
into Reagan’s breast, forcing Trey’s gently coaxing touch into a deep and
sensual massage. Ethan was always so rough and impatient, just how Trey liked
him. Trey smiled in perfect contentment and melted into the hard body behind
him. The rigid cock prodding him in the ass now had Trey’s attention. Ethan was
also an early riser.

“Good
morning,” his deep voice murmured in his ear.

Trey
shuddered in anticipation. On second thought, maybe he was craving cock this
morning. And if luck was on his side, he’d have both before he got out of bed.

That
afternoon Trey would legally wed the woman before him, and afterward, in a
private exchange of rings, he’d emotionally marry the man at his back. In this
knowledge, Trey experienced a contentment he’d never known possible. Their
relationship was far from ordinary, but it worked for all of them. He didn’t
even care that the world might never know how committed they were to each
other. He knew it and they knew it and that was the most important element.

“Reagan?”
Ethan lifted his head over Trey to whisper in Reagan’s ear. “You want in on
this?”

“Sleeping,”
she murmured.

Ethan’s
hand moved from holding Trey’s against Reagan’s breast to slip between Trey’s
belly and her back. He tugged Trey more securely against his chest and nestled
his hard, hot dick against Trey’s ass before sliding his hand down. Down.
Trey’s belly quivered with anticipation. Ethan knew exactly how to get him off,
and he didn’t waste any time in getting down to business. Ethan encircled
Trey’s cock in a loose fist and stroked his length, prodding Reagan in the hip
with each tug.

“Reagan,”
he whispered loudly. “Trey thinks you need to wake up and ride his cock.”

“Sleeping!”
she insisted. She launched a spare pillow into Ethan’s face.

Trey
chuckled. “Looks like it’s just me and you this morning.” He glanced over his
shoulder at the gorgeous man massaging his cockhead in a most delightful way.
If Ethan kept touching him like that, Trey would lose himself to bliss far too
soon.

“She’ll
wake up if we rock the bed hard enough,” Ethan said, a devilish gleam in his
dark eyes.

Ethan
released Trey’s cock, and Trey rolled over in his arms to face him. There’d
been a time when he’d thought there would ever be only one man he could love.
He now knew just how wrong he’d been about that. He stared into Ethan’s brown
eyes, stroking the rough stubble on his strong jaw. Ethan smiled, his
expression softening.

“If
you keep looking at me like that,” Ethan said gruffly, “I might have to go easy
on you instead of fucking you until you scream my name.”

Trey
leaned in to kiss him, idly wondering if Reagan would treat either of them
differently once she married him that afternoon. He didn’t have any boundaries
when it came to his pair of soulmates; he loved both of them with all his
heart. There was no need to find balance when you gave everything you
were—inside and out—to the people you loved. Ethan was getting better at it
every day, but Trey knew he still struggled to figure out where he fit. Maybe
Reagan had agreed to marry the wrong man. Maybe she should marry Ethan instead,
because Ethan seemed to need the reassurance of forever more than he did. Trey
was secure enough in his position in their relationship to step aside. The only
problem was that he and Reagan were both in the public eye, so if Trey suddenly
disappeared and she married Ethan, there’d be a huge scandal. Not that they
hadn’t lived through more than one of those already.

“What
are you thinking about?” Ethan said.

Trey
must really be unresponsive if Ethan was asking him that.

“About
the wedding,” Trey said. “Maybe Reagan should marry you instead of me.”

“Actually,
she should marry both of us,” Ethan said, “but that’s never going to happen.
People just don’t get us.”

“As
long as we get each other, that doesn’t matter to me. Does it matter to you?”

Ethan
shook his head. “But I think it matters to her.”

Trey
turned his head to look at Reagan. His heart warmed at the sight of her
sleeping unaware of the concern her two lovers had over her continued
happiness. Two fingers pressed against his jaw, and Trey turned to meet Ethan’s
eyes again. “Just don’t forget about me when the two of you are legal,” he
said. “Promise.”

“The
two of us getting married won’t change the way either of us feels about you.
But if our getting married upsets you, hurts you, we should call it off. It’s
just a piece of paper, Ethan. What we have together means far more to me than
propriety, legality, or what anyone in the world thinks.”

Ethan
shook his head. “I want the press off her back. And we both know this is the
only way that’s ever going to happen, her marrying you in front of dozens of
witnesses. Maybe they’ll finally leave her in peace.”

Ethan
was letting Reagan marry Trey because he loved her, and knowing how important
her peace of mind was to Ethan made Trey love the man even more. Trey kissed
him gently, but as was always the case between the two of them, the physical
expression of their love soon became wildly heated and all either of them could
concentrate on. Ethan’s deep, seeking kisses soon had Trey out of his head with
lust. Trey rolled Ethan onto his back and stretched out an arm to collect the
large barbell stud from the nightstand. He could feel Ethan’s belly quiver
beneath his as he inserted the stud into his tongue.

Trey
flicked the metal ball against his teeth and grinned at Ethan crookedly.
“You’re trembling, E,” he said. “Do you think you’re about to get your cock
sucked or something?”

“Reagan
is still sleeping,” Ethan reminded him.

“That’s
her loss.” Trey kissed his way down Ethan’s muscular chest, being sure to
remind him that he had his tongue piercing in by flicking one small nipple repeatedly.

Ethan’s
belly tightened beneath Trey’s lips when he continued kissing toward his
target. When he reached it, he licked Ethan’s cock from base to tip and then
set to driving his lover mad by flicking his tongue and barbell against the
sensitive rim of Ethan’s cockhead, round and round until the first bead of
Ethan’s pre-cum glistened against his skin. Trey gently inserted the ball at
the tip of his tongue into the small hole at the tip of Ethan’s cock.

“Don’t,”
Ethan gasped brokenly, but as Trey carefully drew the smooth ball of metal in
and out of the tiny opening, Ethan’s big muscular body began to tremble
uncontrollably. “Stop,” he said through a harsh breath.

Well,
okay. If he didn’t like it, Trey wouldn’t force the issue. He lifted his head,
and Ethan groaned.

“
Don’t
stop
.”

Trey
grinned crookedly. Ah, he’d misunderstood. Trey took his time pleasing his
lover, doing things to Ethan’s sensitive head that he enjoyed himself.

Ethan
usually had Trey by the back of the head by this point and would be thrusting
into his mouth, but this morning he was stroking Trey’s hair and watching him
through heavy eyelids. Trey took Ethan’s uncharacteristic tenderness as a
challenge. He sucked him into his mouth, writhing his pierced tongue against the
ridge on the underside of Ethan’s cock as he bobbed his head rapidly. When he
lifted his head to take a deep breath, Ethan grabbed him by both arms and
tossed him onto his back on the mattress beside him.

“Enough,”
Ethan said in that deep sensual voice that made Trey’s balls tighten and his
ass quiver with anticipation. He knew he was about to get fucked and fucked
hard. God, yes.

Ethan
covered Trey’s body and kissed him while he fumbled with the side-table drawer.
Trey gasped in delight when a moment later a thick finger slick with lube
pressed inside him. Trey tried to roll onto his stomach, preferring to be held
face down when Ethan fucked him ruthlessly, but Ethan pressed one hand into his
chest to keep him lying on his back.

“Slow
down,” Ethan murmured as he leaned over to kiss him.

His
kiss was demanding but tender, and when he entered Trey’s receptive body, there
was none of the usual urgency. Ethan filled him completely, fully, and then
lifted his head to stare down at him. “I do love you, you know,” he said.

“I
know.”

“No
matter what happens today, I’ll always love you.”

Trey
blinked at the sudden emotion stinging his eyes. The words almost sounded like
a goodbye. “Ethan?”

“Shh.
Just let me love you.”

Ethan
trailed kisses over Trey’s jaw and throat, thrusting his hips gently. Trey
moaned when Ethan’s hand circled his cock and stroked it in time with his slow,
deep thrusts.

After
a few moments, Ethan shifted to his knees and sat back on his heels. Trey
lifted his hips to keep him inside, and Ethan stuffed a pillow under his lower
back. Trey watched Ethan worship his cock, first with slow strokes of his
fingers and then with his mouth when he rounded his back to kiss and suckle
Trey’s cockhead. The whole time, Ethan possessed his ass with those slow, deep
strokes that drove Trey insane with need and pleasure.

“Now
that is a beautiful sight to wake up to,” Reagan said from the far side of the
bed. “I never knew you were so flexible, Ethan.”

Ethan’s
hot breath stirred over Trey’s saliva-damp cockhead as he laughed. “Kirk has
been working with me on that, actually. I’m sure he never imagined how I’d use
those yoga poses he insisted on teaching me.”

“God,
he’s driving me insane,” Trey said breathlessly. Ethan could only suck him when
Trey’s hips were raised so far off his thick cock that he almost—but not
quite—fell free of him. Trey’s body couldn’t decide if it liked to be sucked or
fucked better, and Ethan alternating between the two forms of exquisite
pleasure had him out of his mind.

“Do
you have your tongue piercing in?” Reagan asked, sitting up on the bed beside
him.

“Yeah.
You said— You said— F-f-fuck, E, I can’t, I just can’t. You said you wanted to
sleep.” Trey finally managed to complete a thought. His eyelids fluttered as
Ethan completely shattered his concentration by licking and sucking at the very
tip of his throbbing cock again before angling his hips to drive himself deep
.
So deep. Yes, fuck my ass. Fuck it hard. Oh God. Don’t stop sucking. Yes, like
that. Oh please.

Ethan’s
thrusts were growing in strength and frequency, which Trey relished, but at the
same time, he didn’t want those strong lips to ever stop teasing his tip.

“I
did?” Reagan said. “I was obviously still delirious from last night. I’m awake
now.”

“Then
g-get over here,” Trey said.

She
hesitated for only a second before hurrying to straddle Trey’s face. She clung
to the headboard, her back arched as Trey did his best to lick her clit with
the ball in his tongue the way he knew she liked it. When Ethan’s hands began
to stroke his length, Trey lost all ability to think.

Reagan
shifted her hips so she could look down at him. “I’m late to the party. You’re
way past foreplay, aren’t you?” She grinned at him and tapped his nose with her
index finger.

His
only response was his eyes rolling back as Ethan shifted his angle of
penetration and found his sweet spot. “Oh God, E. Right there. Yes.”

“Don’t
make him come yet. I want him too.”