“I thought I might ask my girlfriend to dance, but after seeing the company she keeps, I’m not sure I’m famous enough.”Reagan wrapped both arms around Trey and squeezed. He couldn’t reciprocate; his hands were full. “Dare told me what you did.”He stiffened slightly. “What did I do?”“You saved his life.”“Oh that. I didn’t really have a say in the matter. I couldn’t even string an entire sentence together then. Trey, do you want to donate some bone marrow? Ba-ba da-da yeah-yeah. They assumed that meant yes.”She snuggled her face into his neck. “I still think it’s heroic.”“Did he tell you he almost died last year?” Dare asked, helping himself to one of the beers in Trey’s waistband.Reagan drew away to look up at Trey. “No, he did not. What happened?”Trey took her hand and directed it to the side of his head. She fingered the narrow scar that arched over his ear.“Got hit in the head with a ball bat,” he said. “Some bleeding on the brain. A couple of grand mal seizures. No big dea
“I understand,” he said. “This is enough.”But it wasn’t and Reagan knew that. “I should have been more discrete with Trey too. If I can’t be open about both of you, I shouldn’t be open about either of you.”“We can publicly pretend to break up, if you want,” Trey said.“Don’t be stupid,” Ethan said. “It’s fine. I said I understand. I just hope we’re alone as often as possible.”“We’re alone right now,” Reagan said. She looked up at Ethan and he cupped her face in both hands before kissing her. Trey moved up against her back and wrapped them both in his arms. Ethan released her lips so he could kiss Trey. Pressed between her two loves, she didn’t care if the rest of the world disappeared forever. She had everything she could ever want or need right here.*******They’d arrived in San Francisco earlier that morning for the second show of the new tour. While Reagan worked through a full dress rehearsal with Exodus End, Trey sat on the edge of his bunk and watched Brian sleep. Reagan was
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 f**k 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.
The double meaning wasn’t lost on Ethan. He rested his weight on one elbow and used his free hand to stroke Trey’s cock. Trey’s eyelids fluttered as he lost himself to pleasure, but he didn’t look away. Even when he let go in Ethan’s hand, he continued to stare into Ethan’s eyes. Ethan shuddered as he followed Trey to bliss, equally lost in the connection between them as he was in the release offered to his body.He kissed Trey’s lips briefly. “That felt good,” he said.“Of course it did.”“I mean to finally tell you I love you. I’ve known since our first time together. Now that you know, are you going to make me leave?”Trey shook his head and touched Ethan’s face. He searched his eyes for a moment. “It’s gone,” he said.“What’s gone?”“The emptiness. Reagan filled much of it, but there was a part of me I thought only Brian would ever touch. I don’t need him to feel loved anymore. I think… I think I need you for that, Ethan.”Ethan smiled, his heart thudding with joy. “Do you mean th
Trey held her on his lap and stroked her hair as he spoke to her. She seemed groggy but coherent. “We’re going for a ride in an ambulance. Doesn’t that sound fun?” Trey asked her.“I’d rather ride in the limo.” She groaned. “Damn, my head hurts.”“How’s your neck?”“I don’t know. I feel sort of numb. And tired. And nauseous.” She turned her head and stared at the guy who had Ethan’s knee in his back and his arms pulled up behind him at a sharp angle. He wasn’t going anywhere. Reagan shook her head and laughed. “I can’t believe I’ve been afraid of Pyre this whole time. In a fair fight, I could take him down myself.”“I’ve got him pinned, if you want to take a cheap shot at him,” Ethan said.“Maybe later,” she murmured.“Are you okay, Reagan?” Sed asked, looking from her to Pyre as if he couldn’t decide if he’d rather comfort her or kick the shit out of Pyre.“I’ll be fine. I’m just tired.” Her eyelids fluttered and Trey gave her a harsh shake.“Try to stay awake. Okay?” he said. “I’m p
“We’re all set?” Reagan asked.“All set.” He crawled up on the bed beside her and took her hand. He kissed her knuckles as he stared into her eyes. “In a way, this will be like me losing my virginity.”“In a very loose interpretation of the definition kind of way,” Reagan teased.Ethan appeared in the doorway. “I figured she’d be halfway to her third orgasm by now. Were you waiting for me?”“Trey was calling the clinic to find out our test results.”Ethan’s eyebrows shot up and he swiveled his head in Trey’s direction. “And?”“I don’t have to worry about being caught without a condom ever again. We’re all clean.”“That’s good,” Ethan said, “because we have a lot of unprotected o**l s*x.”Trey laughed. “That’s true.”“Get in here and close the door,” Reagan demanded. “Take off your clothes. Take off my clothes. Ravish my body.”Reagan opened her arms wide in invitation. Trey worked on removing her shirt and bra, while Ethan removed her jeans, panties, and sandals. When they had her nak
Myrna shook her head at him. “What Malcolm needs is his father. And I need my husband. This will be our home, Brian. Just because it moves doesn’t mean it’s not a stable environment for him. When we’re parked, I can write.”“And I can sew,” Aggie said.“And Malcolm can play and grow up knowing his father,” Myrna said.“What about when we tour Europe?” Brian asked.“I’ve been looking into real estate in France. I already ordered my passport. We can follow you there too.”“And South America? Australia? Asia?”“We’ll figure out a way to be together as much as possible. If I didn’t know better, I’d think you didn’t want us here, Brian,” Myrna said.“It just seems too good to be true.”“I think it’s a perfect solution,” Trey said. “Myrna, you’re brilliant.”“Thank you, Trey.” Myrna gave his arm a squeeze and really looked at him for the first time. She smiled. “You look happy, sweetie. Did you just eat a cherry pie?”“He’s in love,” Brian said and rolled his eyes.“Reagan?” Myrna asked, he
Mary knelt down on the floor and bowed her head in her evening prayer. Her hand slipped to the small wooden cross hanging from a bit of leather around her neck, and her thumb rubbed a familiar path over the now smooth surface.For several long minutes, she whispered the words she’d recited since she was a child, and then she ended it as she always did. Please, God. Don’t let them find me.She pushed herself from the floor, her knees scraping the uneven stones. The plain, brown garb she wore signaled her place along the other novices. Though she’d been here far longer than the others, she’d never taken the vows that would complete her spiritual journey. It was never her intention.She went to the basin in the corner and poured from the pitcher of water. She smiled as she dampened her cloth, and Mother Serenity’s words came floating to mind. Cleanliness is next to Godliness.She wiped her face and started to remove her gown to extend her wash when she heard a terrible crash. Startled, s