Double Time (Sinners on Tour #5)(68)

Trey had spent the hours Reagan had been learning about guitar technicians contacting his usual Topeka entourage and telling them not to come backstage. He'd even taken their names off the guest list. He wasn't sure how Xavier had managed to get past security.

"Can't do this tonight, Xavier," Trey said.

Xavier pouted. "What are you talking about? We do this every time you come to town."

"I'm in a relationship right now. Put your clothes on." Trey stared at the floor, not wanting to look at Xavier's lean body or admit that it turned him on.

"A relationship? What kind of a relationship?" Xavier asked.

Trey forced himself to look into Xavier's dark eyes. "A serious one."

Xavier chuckled. "You don't do serious relationships, Trey. If you did, I wouldn't be satisfied having you only a few nights a year."

"Don't make this harder than it has to be. Get dressed and leave so I don't have to call security."

"Now you're threatening to call security? You don't have to make up stories to get me to leave. If you're no longer attracted to me, just say so."

The problem was Trey was still attracted to him and knowing that he couldn't have him made Trey want him even more. The man had the most luscious and sensual lips on the planet. Trey could almost feel them against the back of his shoulder and at his nape. And Xavier's hands. His firm grip always stroked Trey to orgasm within minutes. Trey tried looking anywhere but at Xavier's proud, rigid cock, but his eyes seemed to have a mind of their own. Trey wanted to be possessed by this man, not in the spiritual way that Reagan possessed him, but the physical way that she couldn't.

Xavier approached slowly. He moved like a cat, his graceful limbs drawing him across the room in long, fluid strides. A long-distance runner, Xavier had a lean, athletic build that made Trey's belly quiver. "Why do you lie to me, Trey Mills? I see the way you look at me. I know you want me."

Trey shook his head. "I am in a relationship," he said. "Reagan is …  Reagan is …  Reagan … " Xavier was standing so close that Trey could feel his body heat, smell the mix of aftershave, cocoa butter, and arousal on him. His dark skin looked so warm and smooth and inviting, especially the hard cock situated inches from prodding Trey in the belly.

"A woman?" Xavier laughed. "And you are monogamous with her? This woman?"

Trey nodded.

"How long have you been together with her?"

Trey almost didn't want to admit the truth. He'd only been with Reagan a short while and he was already craving some man-on-man action. It didn't help that Xavier was one of his favorite lovers, and he usually looked forward to their times together. "Three days."

Xavier cupped Trey's face and ran his thumb over his cheek. "So new. How sweet. I will wait for you to return to me next time. I am a patient man, but also logical. A man who likes cock as much as you do will never survive a monogamous relationship with a woman."

"I really care about her," Trey said. He did. Xavier was wrong. Trey would make it work with Reagan. He just needed someone to keep the naked men out of his dressing room and things would go much better. Out of sight, out of dirty mind.

"She's a lucky woman. You should tell her I said that."

Not in ten million years.

Trey slid around Xavier's tall body and headed for the connecting bathroom. "I expect you to be gone by the time I'm done showering."



       
         
       
        

Xavier groaned. "You test a man to his limits, Trey. That might be why I'm so in love with you."

Trey picked up Xavier's discarded shirt and tossed it at him. "Now who's making up bullshit stories?"

"Believe what you must."

Trey entered the bathroom and locked the door. He wasn't sure if he'd locked it to keep Xavier out or to keep himself from inviting him in. Trey had to take a shower though or Reagan would know he was keeping things from her. He wanted to be completely honest with her about everything. Well, except for his past attraction to men. She didn't need to know about that, but everything else …  completely honest. He was still trying to convince himself that he was being honest with Reagan when he finished his shower and found, with a strange mix of relief and disappointment, that Xavier had done what he'd asked and left.

He wasn't prepared to find Reagan waiting for him outside the dressing room door. Had she seen Xavier leave? That was bound to bring up all sorts of questions he wasn't prepared to answer.

"Feel better?" she asked in a clipped tone.