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“You
two should adopt,” Myrna declared as she took her son in her arms and snuggled
him close, kissing his neck until he giggled.

“Babies
are easy,” Dare said. “When Malcolm’s two, Trey will have to watch him on his
own. I don’t deal with tantrums.”

“You
deal with Trey’s tantrums all the time,” Myrna said, elbowing Trey to show she
was teasing.

“I
can only handle one toddler at a time,” Dare said.

Letting
Dare’s barb pass, Trey turned to Brian. “Did you finally get her out of your
system?” Brian had been complaining about his limited sex life for days and had
jumped on the idea of Trey babysitting for a few hours.

“She’ll
never be out of my system,” Brian said. “But I do feel loads better. What do I
owe you?”

In
the past, Trey would have teased him about owing him sexual favors, but they’d
moved beyond that. Trey had let him go. Mostly. He refused to flirt with Brian,
no matter how natural it felt to do so.

“You
don’t owe me anything,” Trey said. “Malcolm’s a good baby. I don’t mind
watching him.”

“I
figured Reagan would help you babysit,” Myrna said.

“Last
I heard, she’s with Toni, trying to convince her to wear a corset to an after-party.”

Dare
laughed. “Logan will shit a brick if any of her considerable cleavage is
showing. I guess I’ll have to make his life miserable tonight by flirting with
her.”

“You’re
deliciously evil,” Myrna said, her face flushed as she looked Dare over from
head to foot. So even women recently fucked by Brian “Master” Sinclair were not
impervious to his big brother’s charm.

“It’s
a gift.” Dare slapped Trey on the shoulder in farewell. “See you backstage
later?”

“I’ll
be around.”

The
suite emptied of visitors all at once, and Trey found himself alone. He settled
on the sofa in front of the TV with a beer and lasted all of five minutes
before he retrieved his phone and called Ethan.

“They
baby’s gone,” he said when Ethan answered. “It’s safe to come home now.”

“Is
Reagan back?”

“Not
yet.”

“I’ll
be there in a while. I still have a few things I need to take care of.”

“Are
you avoiding me?” Trey asked, trying not to feel hurt. Failing at that.

“Of
course not.”

“It
feels like you’re avoiding me.”

“I’m
not. I just need to think things through, and when I’m with you, I can’t keep
my head on straight.”

“My
brother said I need to try to understand why you’re struggling with our
relationship. Make me understand, Ethan.”

“You
talked to your brother about us?”

Trey
shrugged even though Ethan couldn’t see the gesture. “Yeah. Why wouldn’t I?”
Ethan was quiet for so long, Trey started to think the call had disconnected.
“Ethan?”

“I’ll
see you later.”

The
call ended, and Trey dropped his phone on the sofa cushion beside him. He
tilted his head back and rubbed his face with both hands to scrub the hurt from
his expression. Maybe Reagan could get through to Ethan. She’d known him a lot
longer than Trey had. He wondered if she’d be pissed if he interrupted her good
time with her gal pals. He supposed he could let the situation rest, but he
didn’t want miscommunication to tear them apart. And if any one of them was unhappy
in the relationship, none of them could be happy in the relationship.

“Are
you still babysitting?” Reagan asked when she answered his call.

“I
figured that’s why you left again as soon as you got back from shopping. Malcolm
is perfect. How could you not want to hold him?”

“It’s
not Malcolm, it’s me. I’ve never been around a baby before. I don’t understand
how you figure out what they want. All they do is cry.”

“The
best way to figure out what they want is to be around a baby. You just go down
their comfort checklist, fixing potential problems until they stop crying. It’s
not that hard. It’s just troubleshooting.”

“It’s
not a skill I need or want to learn,” Reagan said.

Trey
sighed. He was sure Reagan would love Malcolm as much as he did if she’d just
stick around when he was in the room. “His parents came to pick him up a few
minutes ago.”

“In
that case, I hope both you and Ethan are hard and ready. I’ve been thinking
about being the saucy meat in your manwich all afternoon.”

Lust
stirred low in Trey’s belly. He’d very much like to be a part of that manwich,
but without Ethan, he and Reagan would be an open-faced sandwich at best.

“Ethan
isn’t here. He left right after his shower. I called him, but I can’t convince
him to return. Does he have something against babies too?”

“He
loves babies,” Reagan said.

“Maybe
you can talk to him. Find out what’s eating at him and let me know so I can fix
it.”

“Ethan
gets that way sometimes,” she said, not sounding the least bit concerned. “He
needs alone time to sort things out.”

Trey
had a hard time wrapping his head around that tendency. He supposed not every
guy had an older brother as caring and understanding as Dare, but without
someone to talk to, how in the hell did you get out of your own head long
enough to see the real issue? Wouldn’t that drive a person crazy?

“Does
that work for him?” Trey asked.

Reagan
chuckled. “No, not really, but that’s just the way he is. You might as well
accept it.”

Perhaps
Trey had to accept that quality in his lover, but he wouldn’t accept the
possibility of losing Ethan because he kept whatever was bothering him locked
inside.

“Maybe
he’ll come home if
you
call him,” Trey said.

“I’ll
try, but you might be making me fly solo, so you’d better put in your tongue
stud.”

At
least he had one partner who told him exactly what she wanted.

“I’m
on it,” he said.

“Love
you,” she said.

“Love
you too.”

“And
Ethan loves you.”

Trey
would rather hear it from the man himself, but her assertion made him feel a
little better. “I’ll try to remember that.”

Ten
minutes later, Trey was lounging naked in bed and using his teeth to play with
the stud in his tongue—he loved the way bar felt inside his piercing when he
tugged at it. The suite door crashed open, and he heard sounds that made his
cock throb with excitement—desperate kissing, ragged breathing, the rustle of
clothing being shed, a thud against a wall, a gasp of surprise, Reagan’s moan
of pleasure, Ethan’s answering groan, and the rhythmic pounding of flesh in
flesh. What the fuck?

Trey
leaped from the bed and stopped in the doorway to stare. He wasn’t sure if
watching the pair fuck like animals against the foyer wall should turn him on,
but the feelings suddenly churning through his chest and gut had little to do
with arousal. Shock? Betrayal? Jealousy? He wasn’t sure what he was
experiencing.

Reagan’s
eyes flicked open, and her gaze met his. “Trey,” she said breathlessly.

“Does
he want some of this too?” Ethan said, his voice harsh.

Well,
he
had
, but now he wasn’t so sure.

“Oh,
right there, Ethan,” Reagan moaned. “Fuck me harder.” Her fingernails dug into
his shoulders and her back arched, banging her head against the wall. She cried
out as she came, her eyes rolled back and her face contorted in a familiar
expression of bliss. Ethan kissed her harshly and then pulled out, letting her
slide down the wall to kneel at his feet. He fisted his hand in her hair, and
she lifted her head, still breathing hard.

“Suck
it.”

Her
motions were desperate as her hand circled his cock and she directed the head
between her parted lips. She drew him deep, sucking hard, her gaze cast upward
as if she were asking for Ethan’s approval.

Trey’s
own cock was now so hard, it began to throb. He did want that. Wanted to be
coerced. Fucked. Completely dominated. He loved a strong man at his back,
holding him down, taking what he wanted.

Ethan
turned his head and pinned Trey with a heated stare. Trey’s feet rooted to the
floor as Ethan pulled free of Reagan’s mouth and stepped back. Ethan never took
his eyes off Trey as he kicked off his shoes and removed his jeans. The
predatory look on Ethan’s face made Trey’s pulse race. Something inside Trey
wanted to run, but the rest of him wanted to be caught and devoured. As Ethan
stalked him, coming ever closer, Trey’s heart thudded faster and faster, his
ass ached, wanting to be filled, and his soul cried out for the man who made
him feel this way.

“Ethan,”
he whispered just as Ethan’s hand tangled in his hair and jerked his head back.

The
hungry, punishing kiss seared Trey’s lips and stole his breath. He wanted to
wrap his arms around Ethan, tug his hard body against his own, but his muscles
wouldn’t cooperate. Trey was being taken, and he had no power to resist. He
could feel himself moving backward toward the bed, but it was as if he were a puppet
whose strings were controlled by another.

“You’re
mine,” Ethan said against his lips.

“Yes.”
Usually Trey would protest and remind Ethan that he was both his and Reagan’s,
but at that moment he’d have been a liar. He was Ethan’s, only Ethan’s. Just as
moments before, while she’d been fucked against the wall, Reagan had been only
Ethan’s. Perhaps this was the dynamic Ethan needed to feel complete. As Ethan’s
hard cock brushed against Trey’s, all Trey’s thoughts evaporated. All but one.

“Take
me,” he groaned against Ethan’s lips.

Ethan
turned him abruptly and planted a hand between Trey’s shoulders, pressing down
to bend him over the bed. Trey was vaguely aware of Ethan dipping his fingers
into the open tub of lube on the nightstand, and then with one hard thrust, he
was filled from behind. Trey pushed his hands against the mattress so he didn’t
collapse face first into the bed. He groaned at the pleasure and the beauty of Ethan’s
perfect domination. And then he gasped when Ethan’s strong hand wrapped around
his throat, palm pressing firmly against his windpipe, fingers digging into the
artery on his neck.

“Do
you still think of him when I fuck you?” Ethan asked, his deep voice a harsh
growl.

Already
light-headed, Trey had no idea who he was talking about. “What?” he croaked,
struggling to draw air.

Ethan’s
thrusts were harsh and rapid. Trey’s eyes rolled back as pre-cum dripped freely
from his cock. He shuddered when a warm tongue licked at his tip. He glanced
down to find Reagan had crawled up on the bed and settled onto her back. The
contrast of Reagan’s gentleness and Ethan’s cruelty had him out of his head
with excitement.

“Do
you still think of Brian when I
fuck
you?” Ethan asked.

Who
the hell was Brian?

“No.
Only you. Ethan.”

Ethan’s
hold on his throat loosened, and Trey took a deep breath. Though he was still
dizzy, his vision cleared and the beautiful sight of Reagan’s pussy came into
focus. She’d positioned herself for a little sixty-nine action, and who was he
to deny her? Bending over her, he drew the stud in his tongue over her swollen
clit. She moaned, her breath hot against the wet tip of his cock. His licks
became more fervent as Ethan’s pounding cock and Reagan’s gentle sucking drew
him closer and closer to orgasm. His groans must have tipped off Ethan to his
impending release, because Ethan reached between Trey’s legs and cupped his
balls, giving them a cruel but oddly delightful squeeze.

“Don’t
let go,” Ethan demanded. “Not until I fill your ass with my cum.”

Trey
swallowed a protest and tightened his ass to squeeze the cock thrusting into
him.

“My,
aren’t you bossy this evening?” Reagan said. Her arm shifted, and Ethan
suddenly went still. His breath hitched, and he let go of Trey’s balls. His
other hand slid lightly down Trey’s back until it gently grasped his hip.
Ethan’s harsh thrusts slowed, becoming the deep, churning penetrations that
made it impossible for Trey to hold back his orgasm. He exploded, cum erupting
from him in vigorous pulses, splattering over Reagan’s chest. But he hadn’t disobeyed
Ethan’s demand by much. Ethan’s cock popped free, and Trey shuddered at the
feel of Ethan’s cum bathing his asshole before Ethan pushed inside again and
filled him as he’d promised.

Concerned
that Reagan hadn’t gotten her fair share, Trey slid two fingers into her soaked
pussy and flicked her clit with the stud in his tongue. Within seconds she was
screaming, her slick passage rhythmically squeezing his fingers as she found release.

Trey
crawled up on the bed and collapsed next to Reagan, his face squashed into the
mattress. He smiled weakly when Ethan dropped beside him and pulled him solidly
against him, back to belly, and warmed Trey’s cheek with gasping breaths.

“I’m
sorry I was so rough with you,” Ethan whispered after his breathing had calmed
and his heart was no longer trying to thud itself through his breastbone. “It’s
just . . . I don’t know.”