Maybe he could pretend he wasn't home.
A set of knuckles rapped on the door.
"Trey?" Ethan called from the hallway.
Trey's dad was a plastic surgeon. He'd do a good job of fixing Trey's face if Ethan was pissed enough to hit him. Trey took a deep steadying breath and then went to open the door.
Ethan gazed at Trey with that feral hunger that made Trey's balls throb. Damn him. Is that why he'd come? For sex? Ethan didn't look mad. Or even annoyed. He looked horny.
Ethan let himself into the apartment, rubbing up against Trey as he passed. Trey closed his eyes and tried not to be too obvious about inhaling Ethan's heady, masculine scent. Turning down Mark over the phone had been easy. Ethan in the flesh was a different story. Focus on keeping Reagan. You haven't strayed yet. You can fix things with her. Be strong.
Trey closed the door. Ethan reached over and turned the deadbolt. He was so close, and he smelled so good, and he felt so hard. Fuck, it had been too long since Trey had been with a man. He couldn't deny his needs. Wasn't sure why he'd ever thought he could.
Ethan's hands moved to Trey's ass. "You're mine now," he said in a low growl.
"Ethan, why did you come here?" Trey asked even though he could probably guess.
Ethan moved one hand to grip Trey's chin between his thumb and forefinger and forced his head back.
"I'm here to fuck you," Ethan said.
Trey pulled away from him. "This is what you planned all along, isn't it? To get me to break up with Reagan so you could seduce me?"
Ethan shook his head. "Don't flatter yourself. She sent me over here to seduce you. She thinks she can allow you to have a male lover as long as it's me."
Trey laughed. "That's the biggest bullshit story I've ever heard. Reagan would never say that. Just look how freaked out she was when you cheated on her with a man."
"But you didn't cheat on her. Where I snuck around behind her back to find sexual gratification, you were frank and honest with her. She's willing to try this to keep you in her life. I'd say that makes you one lucky son of a bitch."
"So I'm allowed to have sex with a man, but only if it's you," Trey said. "Do I get a say in this?"
Ethan gaped at him. Apparently, that was not what he had been expecting Trey to say. He'd probably thought he'd be naked and lubed up by now. "You don't want to?"
Trey grinned crookedly. "I don't think Reagan knows what she's getting herself into. Actually, I'm half-convinced that you're making this story up and are here because you want to be here. I don't think it has anything to do with Reagan. I think you're using her as an excuse to get laid. Or making sure you finish the deal so there is no way she'll ever let me close to her again."
"Reagan did send me, but if I didn't want to be here, I wouldn't be. You know I want you, Trey. I don't know what you're objecting to. Won't this arrangement make everything work out for everyone?"
"I don't like to be told who I'm supposed to sleep with." Though honestly, he'd wanted to sleep with Ethan the first time he'd laid eyes on him and ever since.
Ethan's cell phone rang and he started. He shifted his attention from Trey to his phone. "Yeah," he answered. "It's Reagan," he mouthed at Trey. "Yeah, I told him." He paused. "I'm not sure. He doesn't seem to believe me."
Trey was tense as Ethan spoke to Reagan. If this was happening, she was offering him the best of both worlds. A wonderful woman to love. A hot buck to fuck. But Trey still felt manipulated. He wasn't sure why. Maybe because he was the only one who hadn't had a say in the matter. Reagan and Ethan had decided this without him.
"Reagan wants to talk to you," Ethan said and handed the phone to Trey. He almost dropped it.
"Reagan," he said breathlessly.
"Hi, baby. I figured you wouldn't believe Ethan if I didn't back up his story. Are you okay with this arrangement?"
Trey's heart thudded in his chest. "I think you're going to wind up getting hurt. I've been thinking. I don't know. Maybe I could make these needs more tolerable with a dildo or … " He forced himself not to look at the temptation that was Ethan standing next to his front door. He knew a dildo was no substitute for that hot piece of flesh, but if it helped Trey keep Reagan, he could try to get by with less. Much, much, much less.
"That won't be enough and you know it," Reagan said. "Don't feel like I'm testing you, Trey. This was my idea."
"But thinking it. Saying it. Living it. All different things."