"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.