“Definitely,” Trey’s deep voice sounded behind him. “Reagan’s bed is much more comfortable than the bunks on the tour bus. And she’s a fantastic cuddler.”
Ethan scowled into his cup of coffee. So it wasn’t the light of his life emerging from her bedroom, but that dipshit she’d brought home the night before. Ethan glanced over his shoulder and found the guy dressed in a T-shirt with a towel wrapped around his hips. Trey looked even sexier in the morning with his hair all astray and a shadow of beard growth on his jaw—the bastard. At least he didn’t have a lollipop in his mouth this morning.
“Your jeans are in the oven,” Ethan told him and turned his attention back to his coffee.
Trey chuckled and Ethan wished he didn’t have to hate him.
“There’s a place they haven’t been before,” Trey said. “And they have been in a lot of unusual places.”
“They were still wet.” And the faster they dried, the faster Ethan could shove him out the door. Then Ethan could console Reagan when she became upset that her new boyfriend had already taken off on her. She needn’t know that Ethan had bodily removed Trey from the apartment, right?
“The smell of coffee woke me.” Trey glanced hopefully in the direction of the coffeepot.
“I didn’t take you for a morning person.”
“Went to sleep earlier than usual,” he said with a devilish grin. “Reagan wore me out.”
Ethan’s heart skipped a beat. The man was utterly, devastatingly gorgeous when he smiled. Maybe instead of kicking him out of the apartment he could catch his attention in another way. He’d love to take a go at him. The only thing that kept Ethan perched on his stool instead of reaching for the half-naked man in his kitchen was the memory of Reagan’s face when she’d caught him with Joseph. She’d been devastated. If Ethan made a move on Trey, she’d probably never forgive him. He couldn’t take that chance.
“Help yourself,” Ethan said, waving a hand at the coffeepot.
Trey glanced around the kitchen and peeked in a cabinet looking for a mug.
“That one,” Ethan said, pointing at the cabinet next to the stove.
Trey opened the cabinet indicated and retrieved a mug. And dropped his towel. Ethan stifled a moan. The man had a perfect ass. Well, except for the ridiculous tattoo on one cheek. “What in the…”
Trey glanced over his shoulder at Ethan and followed his line of sight to his ass. “Lost a bet.” He ran a hand over his flank. “People keep telling me to get it removed, but it’s a great conversation starter.” He grinned as if to prove his point.
Ethan chuckled. “You dropped your towel on purpose, didn’t you?”
Trey shook his head. “Why would I do that?”
“Hell if I know. Put your jeans on.”
“Do you find my tattoo offensive?” he said, opening the now-cold oven and pulling out his jeans, which were so stiff they could probably stand on their own.
“No, I find your ass distracting. If you don’t want me to come over there and…” Ethan pressed his lips together so he didn’t continue that thought. “Put your jeans on.”
“Two days ago, I would have told you to make me.” He shook his jeans out and hopped from one foot to the other as he put them on. Ethan forced himself not to stare at Trey’s c**k as he pulled his jeans up and tucked it into his pants. “But things have changed.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Ethan asked as he watched Trey pour a cup of coffee.
“Reagan,” he said, as if saying her name explained everything. And in actuality, it did. They were on exactly the same wavelength, and it only made Ethan want him more. And not because he thought it would get rid of him. On the contrary, he wanted him to stick around indefinitely.
“I hope you have better luck with it than I did,” Ethan said. He took a sip of his coffee and watched Trey put the carafe back in the coffeemaker.
“Sugar?” Trey asked.
Ethan pushed the sugar bowl in his direction. Trey circled the counter and took a seat next to Ethan before shoveling spoonful after spoonful of sugar into his cup.
“So how was work?” Trey asked, stirring his coffee with the sugar spoon. When he licked it, Ethan’s entire body tensed.
“It sucked.”
“What do you do exactly?” Trey glanced at him and Ethan got lost in his emerald green eyes for a long moment.
“Depends on the day,” Ethan said. “Last night I guarded big slabs of beef.”
Trey paused. “I like my beef big. The bigger the better.” He tossed the spoon on the counter and massaged his forehead with one hand. “Sorry. It’s a habit. I need to watch what I say.”
Ethan chuckled. “What’s the longest you’ve ever gone without a man?”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” He averted his sexy green eyes as he took a sip of his coffee. He reached for the spoon and added more sugar.
It was only a matter of time before Trey messed things up with Reagan. Ethan just had to be patient. And not be the one who Trey strayed with. After Trey and Reagan inevitably broke up, then maybe Ethan would have his chance with Trey. Ethan watched him wrap both hands around his coffee mug. The man had phenomenal hands. Long, strong fingers. Thick wrists. Sinewy forearms. Ethan tore his gaze away and stared into his empty coffee mug with a scowl. It was hard to be good when temptation sat on the stool next to you. Close enough that with each breath, Ethan caught Trey’s scent mingled with Reagan’s. The combination blew his mind. Ethan decided he should head for bed. He could think about having sex with Trey and jack off. No one got hurt that way.
“So do you always guard big slabs of beef?” Trey asked. “Any experience dealing with heavy metal fans?”
Ethan turned his head to look at him. “I’ve done security at a lot of concerts.”
“Metal concerts?”
Was he questioning Ethan’s ability to guard Reagan? “A few.”
“She’s going to be a superstar. Are you ready for that?”
Abandoning his plan to head for bed, Ethan climbed from his stool to get more coffee. “Is she ready for that?”
Trey chuckled. “It definitely f**ks with your mind. If you aren’t careful, you start to believe the things people say, both good and bad. You’re a god. A talentless hack. A sellout. The best thing that ever happened to the planet. A menace to society. It’s enough to drive a person nuts.”