Soon Ethan followed Trey over the edge. His fingers dug into Trey's belly as his body shuddered with release and he cried out. They collapsed together, burying Reagan beneath a heap of hot, sated male. She wrapped her arms around both of them, her heart so full of love for the pair that she thought it might burst.
After a moment, Trey said, "Ethan." When he didn't answer, Trey lifted his head. "Ethan?"
"Yeah?"
"We got so carried away that we forgot to make Reagan come again."
Ethan lifted his head and smiled down at Reagan. "Well, we can't leave that business unfinished."
Was this seriously her life? Seriously? Holy hell, she was unquestionably the luckiest woman in the world.
"And I still haven't showed her my favorite position," Trey said.
Chapter 26
Pulling his shirt on over his head, Trey entered the kitchen. He was greeted by Reagan's drowsy smile and Ethan's appreciative grin. Trey wrapped an arm around Reagan and kissed her. "How are you feeling?"
"Hungry."
"Lunch will be ready soon," Ethan said.
Ethan stirred the heavenly smelling concoction in the skillet on the stove. Trey moved to stand beside him. He rose up and offered him a deep kiss, while watching Reagan out of the corner of his eye for any signs of displeasure. She grinned. She really seemed okay with this. Actually, she seemed to relish the affection between himself and Ethan. Trey hadn't been expecting that blessing. He'd thought it would bother her to witness him openly sharing affection with Ethan. He'd never expected her to enjoy it.
"What are you making?" Trey asked, looking down into the skillet of steak slices, onions, and various colored peppers. "Fajitas?"
"Ethan's specialty. He got all of his recipes from his mother. She is a phenomenal cook."
"She has her own restaurant," Ethan said. "A mix of authentic Mexican and Tex-Mex. She was born in Mexico, but raised in Texas, so she makes the best of both."
"Is her restaurant here in town?" Trey asked. "I love Mexican food."
Ethan shook his head. "San Antonio. Maybe we can stop in when we pass through there on tour."
"Yeah," said Reagan, "that would be awesome. I haven't seen your parents in ages."
Trey offered Ethan a lopsided grin. "If you're Mexican, how did you end up with a name like Ethan Conner?"
Ethan laughed. "My dad is as white as the Pillsbury dough boy. I got my height from his side of the family too. I tower over my mom's side of the family and all of my half-brothers."
"His mom is tiny," Reagan said. "I doubt she's even five feet tall."
"Four foot eleven."
Trey realized for the first time that Reagan and Ethan had quite a history together. He felt a little left out. "So you've met each other's families?"
"Ethan's never met my dad. You can't take the Arkansas out of the man or take the man out of Arkansas, but Ethan always insists I go with him when he goes to Texas for a visit."
"It makes Mama happy. She adores Reagan. Is expecting her to give her grandchildren any day."
"She's going to continue to be disappointed," Reagan said.
"You didn't tell her when you two broke up?"
"It would have broken her heart," Ethan said and winked at Reagan.
"How many brothers do you have?" Trey asked.
Ethan turned off the burner. "Six half-brothers. My biological father knocked up my mom and they got married because of it. He was in the army and stationed in El Paso at the time. They split up a few months after I was born. They never really loved each other, you know. He had no interest in being a father. He just thought marrying her was the right thing to do. We didn't stay in touch, though I met him once when I was fifteen. I wasn't missing much. My real dad, the one who raised me, is great. My mom married him a couple years after I was born and they had a bunch of kids together. Never a moment of peace in our house. Dad is Latino, like my mom, so my little brothers don't really look like me."
Reagan laughed. "They act like his brothers though."
"Yep. They all drive me crazy. Do you have siblings?" Ethan asked Trey.
"One brother."
"Is he as delicious as you are?" Ethan asked.
"He's in my new band," Reagan said. "You'll get to meet him tomorrow. And yes. He's delicious. Dare is straight though, isn't he, Trey?"
"Yeah. One hundred percent straight."
"Maybe I went after the wrong brother," Reagan said, staring at the ceiling reflectively.