Sinners On Tour 05 Double Time (36 page)

“Doc says if you start vomiting uncontrollably you need to come to the hospital.”

Reagan made a face of disgust. “I don’t think that’s going to happen. My nausea is all gone now.”

“Then you’re free to go. Just make sure someone is around to keep an eye on you.”

“Will do,” Trey said. He hopped off the back end of the ambulance and lifted Reagan into his arms. “Where to?”

“Take me to bed.”

“On the tour bus?”

“I don’t think there was enough room on that dressing room sofa for three.”

Ethan smiled. Seeing the two of them together warmed his heart almost as much as being with the two of them did. “I’ll be right there,” Ethan said. “I need to go talk to someone for a second.”

“We’ll be sure to start without you,” Trey said. He nodded a farewell at his brother and headed for the tour bus.

Ethan walked over to Brian Sinclair, who was watching the last police cruiser pull away with a remorseful Pyre in the backseat. Ethan could totally see how Trey could have loved the guy for almost thirteen years. The man was exquisite. He started when he noticed Ethan standing beside him.

“I wanted to thank you for getting Reagan away from that guy,” Ethan said. “I wasn’t sure how to get him to release her without causing her harm. I was too far away.”

Brian smiled. “No problem. I didn’t want to see her get hurt either. She means a lot to Trey.” His face twisted when he said his name.

“And he means a lot to you.”

Brian looked away. “Yeah. He always has.”

“And you told him otherwise, why?”

Brian scowled. “How do you know what I told him?”

“He told me. You could have let him down a little easier. Why did you have to hurt him so bad?”

“So he could move on. I should have done it years ago. Having someone like Trey in love with you is hard to give up, you know? He’s so…” Brian stared at the darkening sky overhead as he searched for the right word. “…passionate.”

“Yeah,” Ethan agreed. “So if you cared about him, why not try to make something of it?” Not that he wanted Brian to be with Trey. If Ethan had been in Brian’s position, he never could have pushed Trey away.

“Too complicated. And besides, I have Myrna now. She’s more than enough for me.” He glanced over his shoulder and grinned at Trey’s attempts to carry Reagan up the steep bus steps without dropping her or whacking her head on the door. “I just hope Reagan’s enough for him.”

“She’s not, but she knows that and she’s okay with it now.” Ethan wanted to shout it from the rooftops.
You fucking fool. You gave Trey up and now he’s mine—ours—and worth every complication anyone can throw at us.

Brian shifted his gaze to Ethan’s. His expression was a mix of surprise and confusion. “What do you mean?”

Ethan smiled. “You’ll figure it out.” He slapped Brian on the back and followed his two lovers, his two
loves
, to the bedroom.

Reagan held onto Trey’s neck as he staggered up the bus steps. Maybe she should be upset about Pyre’s attempt to kidnap her and strangle her with a guitar string, but she was just so happy that it was over with, she felt like celebrating. And knowing that Trey and Ethan were in love with each other was another reason to celebrate. Trey carried her to the bedroom and dumped her on the bed. “I have a phone call to make,” he said.

“A phone call?” At a time like this?

“Yep.” He retrieved his cell phone from his pocket and searched for whatever number he needed in his encyclopedic list of contacts. “Hello, this is Trey Mills. I was supposed to call you today about some test results. Yeah, I’ll hold.”

Reagan grinned. She was willing to wait for him to make this phone call. Sex without condoms. Oh please, oh please, oh please.

“All right, good,” he said, giving her a thumbs-up. “And my two partners?” He chuckled. “Yes, two partners.” His smile broadened. “Great. Can you hold on for a second?” He covered the phone with his hand. “Do you want her to repeat the results for you, or do you believe me when I say it’s time to go all out raw?”

Reagan laughed and threw a pillow at him. “I believe you.”

He spoke into his phone again. “That’s all then, thanks.” He chuckled. “Yes, two partners. And just between you and me, they’re both super hot.” He laughed again and disconnected.

“We’re all set?” Reagan asked.

“All set.” He crawled up on the bed beside her and took her hand. He kissed her knuckles as he stared into her eyes. “In a way, this will be like me losing my virginity.”

“In a
very
loose interpretation of the definition kind of way,” Reagan teased.

Ethan appeared in the doorway. “I figured she’d be halfway to her third orgasm by now. Were you waiting for me?”

“Trey was calling the clinic to find out our test results.”

Ethan’s eyebrows shot up and he swiveled his head in Trey’s direction. “And?”

“I don’t have to worry about being caught without a condom ever again. We’re all clean.”

“That’s good,” Ethan said, “because we have a lot of unprotected oral sex.”

Trey laughed. “That’s true.”

“Get in here and close the door,” Reagan demanded. “Take off your clothes. Take off my clothes. Ravish my body.”

Reagan opened her arms wide in invitation. Trey worked on removing her shirt and bra, while Ethan removed her jeans, panties, and sandals. When they had her naked, Trey lowered his head to suckle one breast while he massaged the other. Ethan nibbled trails of fire along the insides of her thighs.

“Has Trey ever told you that he’s a virgin?” Reagan asked, stroking Ethan’s hair with one hand and Trey’s with the other.

Ethan lifted his head and snorted with laughter. “Is today opposite day?”

“He’s never had sex without a condom.”

Ethan gave Trey a pitying look. “You
are
a virgin. Let me get her ready for you.”

Trey smacked him on the back of the head as he lowered it to suck on the heated flesh between Reagan’s thighs. Her head was still swimming slightly, so she closed her eyes and concentrated on the sensation of Trey at her breasts, Ethan down lower. She rocked her hips against Ethan’s face as her excitement mounted. He lifted his head.

“Come here, Trey.” Ethan moved aside and wrapped an arm around Trey’s waist to position his hips between Reagan’s thighs. “I want to put you inside her. Can I?”

Reagan lifted her head and stared down her body to watch Ethan take Trey’s cock in his hand. She lost sight of it as Ethan directed it inside her body, but she felt it, felt Trey, inside of her.

“Oh,” Trey groaned as he sank deeper, his belly quivering against hers.

Ethan swatted his ass. “Take her, Trey.” He moved to lie next to Reagan on the bed and they both stared up at Trey as he possessed her with deep, rhythmic thrusts. His eyes were closed, mouth open as he gasped in excitement.

Reagan caressed his back with one hand, rocking her hips to meet his strokes. “Look at us, Trey.”

His eyes fluttered open and he stared down at Reagan with a look of rapture and love on his gorgeous face.

“How’s that feel?” she asked.

“So good. So good,” he whispered. “I’m glad I saved myself for you, Reagan.” He grinned and winked at her before lowering his head to claim her lips in a deep kiss. He drew away and stared down at her. She got lost in his body. His gaze. “I love you,” he said. He then shifted so he could kiss Ethan who was still lying beside Reagan with his head against her shoulder. “I love you,” he whispered against Ethan’s lips.

He tugged away so he could stare down at both of them. His steady strokes grew more rapid. Reagan’s back arched off the bed as her pleasure built to match his urgency.

“Can I come inside you, Reagan?”

“Yes.”

He held onto her shoulders as he buried himself deep and shuddered with release. His mouth dropped open, face twisted in bliss as his gaze shifted from Reagan to Ethan and back to Reagan. His body went slack and he buried his face in Reagan’s throat. “I want to do that again,” he said.

“Not until I get a turn,” Ethan said.

Trey pulled out and rolled over on Reagan’s opposite side and Ethan took his place between Reagan’s thighs. He plunged into her with one deep thrust.

“Damn, she wet,” Ethan said.

“Some of that’s mine,” Trey said with a teasing grin.

Ethan shuddered. “I can’t tell you how much that turns me on. Kiss me, Trey.” Trey kissed him. Ethan thrust into Reagan harder and faster. “Let me suck her cum off of you.”

“I think he likes this,” Trey said to Reagan.

“God, Reagan, you feel so good,” Ethan shouted. Trey shifted up the bed so Ethan could bend sideways and suck and lick Reagan’s juices from Trey’s flaccid cock. Ethan made content noises in the back of his throat. It wasn’t long before Trey was hard again.

Ethan rolled onto his side, dragging Reagan with him. “Get in here with me, Trey.”

“What?” Reagan said.

“She’s so wet. You’ll love this.”

Ethan pulled out and Trey moved in against her back. Trey thrust into her from behind several times before pulling out to let Ethan take his place. Reagan clung to Ethan’s shoulders as her body found release and she cried out. She couldn’t tell exactly what they were doing. Didn’t care as long as they kept doing it. Their hands were working one cock against another, before one plunged into her, thrust, pulled out, again, again, and then without warning, they were both inside her. Two cocks buried in her sopping wet pussy, working against each other. Together. Against each other. It was a tight fit at first, but her body quickly adjusted to the added girth.

“Fuck, that’s amazing,” Ethan growled.

“New favorite position,” Trey groaned.

Reagan cried out as she came again.

“Reagan, are you okay, honey?” Ethan asked. His hips pounded against her as he kept driving himself deep and rubbing his cock against Trey’s which was thrusting into her just as hard and deep.

“Oh yes,” she cried. “I’m better than okay. Don’t stop. Don’t stop.”

“I’m gonna come,” Ethan said.

“Me too. Me too,” Trey chanted breathlessly.

Reagan didn’t think she’d ever stopped coming. She felt like she was floating on the ceiling.

Ethan shouted in triumph as his body went rigid. “Keep rubbing against me, Trey. Don’t stop.”

Trey struggled to keep thrusting while Ethan held perfectly still. And then Trey went rigid. “I can feel you coming, Trey,” Ethan whispered, his head tilted back, eyes glazed over in bliss.

They lay in the aftermath for a long time, none of them willing to let go of the other. Reagan had never felt like such an important part of anything before. But she was a part of these two men she loved, just as they were a part of her. And a part of each other. None of them whole without the other two.

A couple of days later, Trey stood in the hallway of the tour bus and watched Brian apply his guyliner in the bathroom mirror. They hadn’t spoken since Brian had broken his heart in San Francisco. Trey felt he needed to say something to him. He wasn’t sure what. Things just felt unfinished between them. Uncomfortable. He’d never felt that way around Brian before and he needed it to go away. It was fucking with his perfect happiness. And he knew without a doubt that it would affect their music on stage that night. Their show in San Francisco had been terse. The flow of music between them had been off all night. He needed to fix that. Somehow.

“Take a picture; it will last longer,” Brian said, catching Trey’s gaze in the mirror and grinning at him.

Trey laughed. That had been Trey’s favorite saying in the fifth grade, when he’d first met Brian. Back before things had gotten complicated. Could they ever get that simple friendship back? Trey wasn’t sure, but he had to try.

“How’s Malcolm?” Trey asked. Small talk was a start. It would help him find the courage to press forward with more difficult words.

“I guess he’s good. I haven’t heard from Myrna all day.”

Trey scowled. That didn’t sound like Myrna. He hoped everything was okay. She wouldn’t hide a problem from Brian to keep him from worrying, would she? Of course she would. “Did you call her?”

“Yeah, she texted me and told me her day was entirely full and that she wouldn’t have time to talk until tonight.”

“So she’s okay?”

Brian smiled. “She’s fine. Jessica told me to give the woman a moment’s peace and sent me a picture of Malcolm in his car seat to assure me he was okay. I guess they’re running errands today.”

Trey laughed. “Oh. For a minute I thought you’d learned to relax.”

Brian met his eyes in the mirror again. “How long have you known me, Trey?”

“Eighteen years.” Trey closed his eyes, hoping it would help him find the courage to say what needed to be said. “I forgive you.”

“For knowing me?”

“No, for breaking my heart. I kind of needed it actually.”

Brian touched Trey’s shoulder and he opened his eyes. He stared into Brian’s deep, brown eyes and was surprised that the connection between them was still there. It felt different. The horrible aching longing he used to feel when he looked at Brian was gone, but the closeness that can only forge between two people who’d been through everything together was still there. Trey was so relieved his eyes prickled with tears. Brian’s fingers clinched in Trey’s shirt and he gave him a little shake.

“If you start crying, I’m going to fucking pound you,” Brian said. “I just put on my eyeliner and I don’t want to have to redo it.”

Trey laughed. “I’m not going to cry. I’m just glad we can move forward. I thought maybe I’d ruined our friendship.”

Brian’s hand relaxed and he smoothed Trey’s sleeve. “Does she make you happy?”

“Reagan?” Trey smiled. “Yeah, I love her. And Ethan too.”

Brian nodded. “Then we’re good.” He shoved Trey in the shoulder and brushed past him. “I’m going for a walk.” His phone beeped and he paused to check his text message.

“Myrna?” Trey asked.

“Yeah. It says,
Honey, we’re home.
I guess that means they’re done with errands and I can call her now.”

Outside a loud horn sounded. Brian dialed his wife, while Trey looked outside through the large tinted window over the sofa to see what was going on in the parking lot. There was a large RV he’d never seen before parked next to the bus. When Trey recognized its driver, he grabbed Brian by the shirt and pulled him to the window.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Trey could hear Myrna’s voice coming through Brian’s phone. “I’ve got a surprise for you.”

“What are you doing in that RV?” Brian asked her.

“Well, I figured since you can’t come home, I’d bring home to you.”

“What?”

“Come over and see.”

Trey pulled Brian to the front of the bus just as Reagan and Ethan stumbled out of the bedroom at the end of the narrow hall. “What’s going on?” Reagan asked.

“Myrna’s here,” Trey said and hauled Brian down the steps.

Brian finally found the sense to move on his own. He met Myrna at the bottom of the RV’s steps and pulled her into his arms. She cupped face in both hands. “Are you surprised?”

“I don’t really understand what’s going on.”

“Come inside and I’ll show you.”

Myrna took Brian’s hand and directed him into the RV. Trey followed them, his curiosity getting the best of him. In one of the captain’s chairs sat an unoccupied car seat. In another sat Aggie with a loudly purring black tuxedo cat on her lap. She smiled and waved.

“Aggie is starting up a travelling merchandise shop for her corsets,” Myrna said. “Selling them in a merch stand outside of concerts.”

“Embedding myself into Jace’s life yet again,” Aggie said. “I can’t seem to stop doing that.”

“He’ll be ecstatic to have you on tour with us again,” Trey said. “Well as ecstatic as Jace can be.”

“Where’s Malcolm?” Brian asked.

“Jessica is changing his diaper in the nursery,” Myrna said.

“Jessica is here too?” Brian asked.

“She’s decided she wants to be Malcolm’s nanny until she has a baby of her own.” Myrna smiled. “In around eight and a half months.”

Brian’s eyes widened. “Does Sed know?”

“She just found out yesterday. She wants to tell him in person. So keep that to yourself.”

“He’s going to flip. So all three of you are going to follow us around on tour?” Brian asked, waving a hand in Aggie’s direction.

“Four of us. Don’t forget your son.”

“Myrna, I’m not sure if this is a good idea,” Brian said. “Malcolm needs stability in his life. There is no stability in a life on the road. I don’t want that for him.”

Myrna shook her head at him. “What Malcolm needs is his father. And I need my husband. This will be our home, Brian. Just because it moves doesn’t mean it’s not a stable environment for him. When we’re parked, I can write.”

“And I can sew,” Aggie said.

“And Malcolm can play and grow up knowing his father,” Myrna said.

“What about when we tour Europe?” Brian asked.

“I’ve been looking into real estate in France. I already ordered my passport. We can follow you there too.”

“And South America? Australia? Asia?”

“We’ll figure out a way to be together as much as possible. If I didn’t know better, I’d think you didn’t want us here, Brian,” Myrna said.

“It just seems too good to be true.”

“I think it’s a perfect solution,” Trey said. “Myrna, you’re brilliant.”

“Thank you, Trey.” Myrna gave his arm a squeeze and really looked at him for the first time. She smiled. “You look happy, sweetie. Did you just eat a cherry pie?”

“He’s in love,” Brian said and rolled his eyes.

“Reagan?” Myrna asked, her eyes and smile wide as she nodded enthusiastically.

“And some guy named Ethan,” Brian added. “You can ask him for an interview for your book later.” He took Myrna’s hand and directed her further into the RV. Trey followed. There were several rooms in the back. In addition to the small bathroom and the surprisingly large bedroom with a huge, king-sized bed that was sure to get broken in very soon, a small nursery was connected off to one side. With a crib and changing table, the room was a bit cramped, but not without charm. It had been decorated to look like a regular nursery with primary colors, pictures of musical instruments, mobiles, and stuffed animals. Jessica was blowing raspberries on Malcolm’s tummy and he was kicking his feet gleefully. Jessica looked up when she noticed the group of spectators standing in the doorway.

“There’s your daddy,” Jessica said and lifted Malcolm from the table. She handed him to Brian, who got that wondrous look on his face that he sported every time he held his son.

“Your mother is a genius,” Brian said to Malcolm. “The smartest thing I ever did was marry that woman.”

Malcolm cooed in agreement.

Someone stomped up the bus steps. Trey turned and caught the look of pure joy on Jace’s face, just before he hauled Aggie to her feet and into his arms. “How long are you staying?”

“Forever.”

Trey had never seen Jace smile so broadly in all the years he’d known him. Jace kissed Aggie as if he never planned to stop. The man never said many words, but somehow, he never needed to. Jace’s cat, Brownie, rubbed up against their legs, meowing for attention.

“Aggie was worried that Jace would think she was being too clingy,” Jessica whispered.

“I think he’s the one clinging at the moment,” Trey said.

Sed appeared in the front stairwell. The RV was spacious, but there wasn’t really room for seven adults, a baby, and a cat. Reagan and Ethan were behind Sed, and bringing up the rear were Eric and Rebekah. There definitely wasn’t room for four more. Trey started to inch toward the front door. This arrangement would make Brian happy, which was good because Trey knew he wasn’t the only one sick of Brian’s constant moping.

“You all have to be onstage in thirty minutes,” Rebekah announced. She spotted Malcolm and responsibility took the backseat. “Oh, isn’t he perfect?” She was down the hall before Eric could stop her. When she got close to Malcolm’s face and made a funny expression for him, the baby’s eyes lit up and he grabbed a fistful of Rebekah’s crimson red hair, ignoring the more boring platinum blond shades that made up the bulk of her hair color. “I think it’s time to find us one of these, Eric,” she said.

“When we get back from the world tour we’ll start looking into adopting,” he promised, and placed a protective hand on the base of Rebekah’s spine.

Sed had Jessica in his arms. “Wish we had more time to be alone together right now,” he said. “We’ll have to save our next round of baby-making attempts until later tonight.”

“That won’t be necessary,” Jessica said in a clipped tone.

Trey stifled a laugh. The two of them drove each other nuts on purpose. And they both loved every minute of it.

Sed’s face fell. “You haven’t already changed your mind, have you?”

She scowled at him. “I hope not. I happen to be pregnant.” She dropped her angry ruse, grinning as she waited for his reaction.

It took a moment for her words to register with Sed, because he was apparently expecting her to say something entirely different. When it finally sank in, his eyes lit up and Trey was sure Sed’s dimples would cause his face to implode.

“Do you mean it?” he said. “You’re pregnant?”

She tilted her head back to smile up at him. “You, Sedric Lionheart, are going to be a father. And I couldn’t be happier about it.”

“Fucking awesome!” Sed shouted and swung Jessica around in a circle.

When he stopped twirling, Eric smacked him in the head. “Watch your mouth around Malcolm.”

Trey squeezed between Reagan and Ethan, wrapping his arms around both of them. “I guess the band’s all here now.”

“One big, happy family,” Reagan murmured, kissing Trey’s smiling lips. Ethan’s lips brushed his temple. Ethan squeezed Trey and Reagan together, lifting them several inches off the floor in his powerful embrace.

Sinners had always been a family and it still was. Only now it was an extended family. With less beer. And more love.