Double Time, Page 51

Page 51

  Author: Olivia Cunning

  Trey glared at him. “Get out of my face or I’m going to fucking punch you. ”

  “So punch me then. ”

  Trey shook his head and lowered his gaze. Brian was right. They needed to get this all out in the open so Trey could find a way to move on. “Did you really not know that I’m in love with you? I thought it was pretty obvious. ”

  “I know that you’re attracted to me, but I didn’t think you loved me. I didn’t think you loved anyone. ”

  “I’ve loved you since that first time you made love to me. ”

  Brian’s body tensed and he took a step backwards. Trey made the mistake of looking at him. Pissed? Why was he pissed?

  Jaw set, Brian rubbed a hand over his face. “God, I’m never going to live that down. Look, Trey, I’m sorry about that. I honestly don’t know what got into me that night. I was a little drunk and so horny I probably would’ve fucked just about anyone. ”

  “It didn’t mean anything to you?”

  Brian tossed his head back as if surprised that Trey was stupid enough to ask such a ridiculous question. “Of course it didn’t mean anything. I fucked you, Trey. That’s all it was. You should know what sex for the sake of sex means more than anyone. ”

  Trey knew all about meaningless sex, but losing his virginity to Brian had meant everything to him. They’d connected on an emotional level. At least, he’d thought they had. Apparently he couldn’t have been more wrong. He’d never meant anything romantic to Brian. Nothing.

  Trey stared at him for a long moment, no longer hurt, just kind of numb. “Yeah. ”

  “I’m sorry, Trey. I didn’t know you felt that way. If I had, I would have set you straight. ”

  “No reason to be sorry. I’m never sorry for the idiots who fall in love with me just because I fuck them. ” And if he’d made them all feel this worthless and used, he was the one who was sorry. He’d never meant to hurt anyone. But this… this hurt.

  “You should have told me sooner,” Brian said.

  Why? So Trey could’ve had his heart shredded before he’d found Reagan? No thanks. He had a powerful need to see her now. Surely, she was almost done rehearsing. He needed her love to fill the gaping hole inside him. “Can I go now? Or would you like to twist the knife in my chest a few more times?”

  “This isn’t going to affect our music, is it?”

  “Give me some credit, Brian. Has it been an issue before? Forget I said anything. Okay?”

  This time when Trey forced his body out of the corner and headed for the exit, Brian let him go. Not that he’d ever wanted to keep him in the first place.

  Chapter 33

  Ethan automatically reached for his holster when Trey appeared beside him. Ethan didn’t carry a gun, but old habits were hard to break and he was on his guard for anyone who looked remotely threatening to Reagan. He hadn’t let her out of his sight all day. He even stood outside the door whenever she used the bathroom. Despite his continual questioning of everyone, no one had seen anyone put the flowers in her room and no one had any idea who might want to harm her. Trey wasn’t interested in Ethan. He watched Reagan, who was playing through the set again, this time with only Dare. Ethan couldn’t read Trey’s expression, but something was obviously bothering him and he seemed to think Reagan was required to make things right.

  “You okay?” Ethan asked.

  “Is she almost done?”

  “They just started up again after a little break. She’s working so hard to get this right. ”

  “She’s already perfect. ”

  Ethan chuckled. “I think so too. ” Ethan glanced around to make sure no one was watching and then placed a gentle hand in the center of Trey’s back. Trey was shaking like a leaf. “What happened?”

  “I told Brian,” he whispered.

  He didn’t have to say what he told Brian. The night before, Reagan had pestered Trey about telling Brian his feelings and Ethan had tried to stay out of it. “How did he react?”

  Trey leaned against Ethan’s side and he knew Reagan didn’t want anyone to know that the three of them had something more than friendship together, but Ethan wanted to comfort Trey. He wanted to let his love for him show. Fuck the world and its limited views on acceptable relationships. Why couldn’t he love a man? He did. Ethan’s arm tightened around Trey’s body and drew him closer. He brushed his lips against Trey’s ear as he whispered. “You can tell me. I’m here for you too. ”

  Several members of the crew had noticed them and were gawking. Trey glanced up at him but didn’t pull away. He didn’t seem to care that people knew about them either. If only Reagan were equally unconcerned. Ethan looked up at the stage. Trey followed his line of sight to Reagan. He sighed and pulled away, putting several inches between them.

  “I’m going to go wait for Reagan in her dressing room,” Trey said.

  Ethan nodded. He supposed he shouldn’t be surprised that she was the one who Trey would turn to. Trey loved her, after all, and Ethan knew Trey just thought of him as a fuck buddy.

  “Will you come with me?” Trey whispered.

  Ethan almost didn’t hear him over the wail of two guitars. “Alone?”

  Trey gave him one of his transform-Ethan-into-a-steaming-kettle-of-lust crooked grins and Ethan knew he would have followed him over a cliff.

  “Please,” Trey added.

  Ethan glanced back at the stage. Surely Reagan was safe here surrounded by the crew and rehearsing on stage with Dare. He’d already alerted everyone to be on the lookout for suspicious characters. Everyone in the stadium had her back. She’d be okay if he let her out of his sight for a few minutes as long as there were a lot of people around. She’d likely be up on stage for another hour and wouldn’t even miss him. “Okay. ” He followed Trey to the corridor behind the stage where there were several dressing rooms. Again, Reagan had a private dressing room. There were perks to being the only female on an all-male tour.

  As soon as they were inside her dressing room, away from prying eyes, Trey turned into Ethan’s chest and wrapped both arms around his waist. Ethan locked him in a firm embrace, one hand cradling the back of Trey’s head to press his face against his neck. Trey’s trembling intensified, but he didn’t cry. Ethan was glad because he didn’t think he could handle that.

  “Brian didn’t take it well, I assume,” Ethan said quietly.

  Trey shook his head. “He thought my feelings for him were friendship and simple attraction. Reagan was wrong. I shouldn’t have told him how I feel about him. Now things are going to be awkward between us. ”

  “Maybe he’s just covering up his feelings for you. Give him time to think about it. ” Ethan didn’t want Brian to have feelings for Trey, but he wanted Trey to be happy and he knew this had been eating him up inside for a long time. Long before Ethan had even met him.

  “He doesn’t love me. He never did. ” Trey’s arms tightened around Ethan’s waist. “The times we made love didn’t mean anything to him. All this time… all this time, I thought…”

  “He’s an idiot. He has no idea how blessed he is to have your heart. I’d do anything to win it. ” Ethan touched his cheek and Trey lifted his head to stare up into his eyes. “Anything,” Ethan whispered before lowering his head and claiming Trey’s mouth in a deep kiss.

  When he pulled away, Trey’s eyes were no longer sad. They were hungry. “Fuck me senseless,” he said.

  Can do. Ethan reached for Trey’s belt. He didn’t have to ask to know what Trey wanted from him. Ethan understood perfectly. Unfortunately, it was not the same thing that Ethan wanted and he wasn’t sure how to take this relationship to the next level. Trey leaning on him for emotional support was a start, but here they were back to fulfilling sexual needs. Perhaps Ethan should tell him no. Put some provisions on this relationship. Stop allowing this man to lead him around by the nose. Or the dick. And then Ethan’s shirt was off and Tr
ey’s mouth was on his throat and Trey’s cock was in Ethan’s hands and all Ethan could think about was losing himself inside the only man who’d ever touched his heart.

  Trey bit his collarbone and sucked a bit of his skin into his mouth, sucking hard enough to leave a mark. Claiming him. Physically.

  Fuck!

  Trey fumbled with Ethan’s fly and released his hard cock. Ethan took it in his hand and pressed his length against Trey’s. He stroked their combined cocks together in both hands until Trey moaned. He tugged his head back, releasing the suction on the skin along Ethan’s collarbone.

  “Take me. Don’t be gentle,” he said.

  Ethan had known that’s what Trey wanted, but he’d hoped for something a little more tender. Maybe next time. Trey was hurting emotionally and wanted something physically rough to offset that. This time would be just for Trey.

  Ethan kissed him, still stroking their cocks together. When Trey whimpered in his mouth, he decided tenderness would probably upset him more. Ethan pulled away and shoved Trey toward the sofa. He spotted Reagan’s purse on the table behind the sofa and knew everything he needed to prepare Trey for penetration would be inside. He adored that woman.

  “On your knees with your face in the sofa cushions and hold yourself open for me,” Ethan demanded.

  Trey smiled sadly. “Thank you for giving me what I need right now. ”

  Trey moved toward the sofa, leaving his pants around his knees. Not bothering to remove his shoes either, he knelt on the floor near one end of the sofa and buried his face in the cushions. Trey gripped both cheeks of his ass to spread them apart. Ethan found a condom and lube in Reagan’s purse. He worked quickly to prepare himself and then moved in position behind Trey. He didn’t warn him. Just plunged deep and started thrusting. Soon, Trey’s body began to move with him, rocking back to meet his thrusts, encouraging him to pound him harder.

  “Harder. Please. Drive him away,” Trey said, his voice muffled by the cushions.

  Ethan stopped moving and grabbed a fistful of Trey’s hair. “Are you thinking about him right now? Are you thinking about Brian while I fuck you?”

  Trey hesitated. “Not exactly. ”

  Not exactly? Ethan had had enough. He pulled out. “On your back, Mills,” he said gruffly.

  “Ethan?” Trey’s goddamned voice was trembling with emotion. How could Trey expect Ethan to fuck him under these circumstances? Ethan wanted more than a physical connection with Trey and he was going to take what he wanted.

  “You heard me, Trey. Lie on the sofa on your back. The floor is hard. It’s hurting my knees. ” Mostly a lie.

  Trey looked at him over his shoulder. Ethan somehow managed to keep his expression hard and commanding even though his heart was melting. When Trey climbed up on the sofa and settled down on his back, Ethan finished undressing. “Take off your clothes, Trey. ”

  “But…”

  “I can’t fuck you in that position with your pants on. Take them off. ”

  He complied.

  “Shirt too. ”

  “I don’t underst—”

  “Just do it, Trey. Why do you always question me after you ask me to take the upper hand?”

  He shook his head. “I don’t know. ”

  Trey removed his shirt and collapsed against the sofa. He avoided Ethan’s eyes and murmured, “Just hurry. Please, hurry. ” Trey always got what he wanted, but not this time. Ethan wasn’t in any hurry at all.

  Ethan removed the rest of his clothes and knelt beside the sofa. Gently cupping Trey’s balls, he extended his middle finger and rubbed it against Trey’s entrance. His other hand directed Trey’s cock into his mouth. He sucked hard and bobbed his head vigorously.