"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.
Chapter 37
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."