"We both care about you and we like each other enough to commit three ways."
"Three ways?" She could feel the heat rise up her throat.
"At least in the bedroom."
Trey tumbled her onto his lap. "You can say no, Reagan. You can put up any limits you want. I want you to be comfortable with everything we do. If you don't want Ethan to be a fixture in our lives, that's fine. We'll tell him that now. I won't sleep with him again, but I honestly don't know how much deprivation I can tolerate. I lasted about two weeks last time."
She stared up at him. Last night when she'd received those pictures of Trey with Ethan, she hadn't been jealous or hurt or confused. She'd been aroused. On fire. The jealousy hadn't spawned until that morning when she'd awoken alone and knew the two of them were cuddled up together in bed without her. "Ethan wants this?" Reagan asked.
Trey nodded. "He's emotionally invested in you, sweetheart. He wants a commitment too."
"I thought … I thought." She didn't know what she thought. She knew she loved Trey. She wanted him happy. She trusted Ethan. Then why was she so mixed up? She wrapped her arms around Trey's neck to draw him closer. God, she'd missed him lying beside her last night. She'd become entirely accustomed to him being a part of her life.
"What?" Trey asked, his hand lightly stroking her bare thigh.
"I thought we could decide this stuff afterwards. I want to make sure I like being part of your attraction to men. If it's half as sexy live as it is in pictures, I'm sold." She giggled.
"Mmmm," Trey said, his lips skimming her collarbone. "I do love you, woman."
"Did Ethan satisfy you last night?" she asked.
"Do you really have to ask?"
"He's good in bed, isn't he?"
"You would know." Trey's lips moved up her throat to her jaw. "Are we finished talking now?"
She chuckled. "Did you have something you'd rather do?"
"Ethan and I talked about all the things we wanted to do to you on the drive over. It got me all worked up."
Reagan's towel dropped to her waist as Trey's hands started to wander.
"What kinds of things?"
"We'll show you. Are you sure you're okay with this now? We can take it slower if you need to."
She smiled. "I'm ready." She smoothed his silky hair with her fingertips. "Now."
Trey tipped her onto her feet and stood. He took her towel and dropped it on the floor. "You won't need it." Trey opened the bathroom door, scooped Reagan into his arms, and practically sprinted to the bedroom.
She laughed and held onto his neck. "Eager?"
"Oh yeah."
"Me too."
"Have you ever been with two men before?" he asked her.
She shook her head and turned it abruptly when she noticed Ethan standing beside her bed, removing things from a sack and lining them up in a neat row on her nightstand.
"If you don't like it, we don't have to do it again," Trey told her. "I can keep the two halves of my sexuality separate, if necessary, but I'd much rather share everything I am with you. And so would Ethan."
She tore her eyes away from the set of red silk scarves Ethan had laid out on the bed. In that moment she realized how blessed she was to have Trey in her life. She wanted to be a part of everything he was, because she loved him. "I want that too." And how could he think she wouldn't like it? She supposed it was possible, but not very probable. "Thank you for being so patient with me, Trey. For talking with me about this. It helps with the nervousness I'm feeling."
"You don't have to be nervous. It just me. And Ethan. You trust both of us, don't you?"
"Yes."
"And if you're uncomfortable with anything we do, just let us know." He grinned. "We'll adjust our tactics."
Trey carried her over to the bed and set her down on the edge of the mattress. Ethan glanced at Trey and offered him a wink. Reagan swallowed. She wondered what the two of them had in store for her.
Trey moved to stand behind Ethan. He ran his hands over Ethan's flat belly. "I think Ethan looks better naked," he said. "What do you think, Reagan?"
"I think you should take his clothes off," she said.
Trey pulled the hem of Ethan's tight T-shirt out of the waistband of his jeans. Reagan's mouth went dry as she watched Trey's hands slowly slide up Ethan's abdomen, bumping over each ripped muscle as he drew the fabric upward one agonizing inch at a time. Damn, the man was lickable.