“Your turn, baby. See if you can make him come.”
So that’s what Trey was doing. She was game. Ethan moved over a few inches so she could straddle him more easily. Facing him, she took Ethan inside, ready for another orgasm already. Watching Trey with Ethan had gotten her excited all over again.
Trey stood behind her and massaged her br**sts while she rode Ethan. His hands moved down her ribs and belly. He stroked her clit with two fingers and then returned to massaging her br**sts.
“Do you think she’s ready?” Trey asked Ethan.
She’s ready? Weren’t they trying to make Ethan come?
Ethan shifted his hips to the very edge of the sofa and held her down, completely impaled on his thick cock. Trey moved between Ethan’s legs and settled against Reagan’s back. Slippery fingers rubbed against her ass and then slipped inside.
“Trey?” she gasped. “What are you…”
She lost her train of thought and ability to protest when his fingers began to move inside her.
“Oh,” she gasped.
“I can feel that,” Ethan murmured.
Trey pulled his fingers free.
“Wait,” Reagan protested. “I liked it.”
“Relax for me, Reagan,” Trey murmured.
She wasn’t sure what he meant, but she went limp against Ethan and the next thing she knew Trey’s c**k was buried in her ass.
She jerked upright, her body so full, she wasn’t sure how to respond.
“Easy,” Trey murmured. “Trust me. I won’t hurt you.”
It didn’t hurt, exactly. There was an unaccustomed pressure within, but not pain.
Trey withdrew slightly and thrust forward.
Ethan groaned and dropped his head back against the sofa. “I can feel you move against me, Trey. Inside of her.”
“That’s why this is my favorite position,” Trey said.
Reagan chuckled. Well, she never would have figured that out on her own.
“Lean forward a little,” Trey instructed.
Reagan complied. Now that she was filled with both of them, she’d lost her inhibitions about trying this. She wanted to experience all it had to offer.
“Ride him, Reagan. I’ll do the rest,” Trey said in her ear.
It took her several attempts to find her rhythm. Trey held still as she rose and fell over Ethan, drawing both cocks in and out of her body with maximum effort. She wouldn’t last long at this rate. Trey smacked Ethan on the shoulder. “Help her.”
He’d been sitting there shuddering with his eyes closed, but at Trey’s insistence, Ethan gripped Reagan’s ass in both hands and helped her rise and fall. Once they found a steady rhythm, Trey began to move in shallow fast strokes, which rubbed his c**k repeatedly against Ethan’s on each up and down stroke of Reagan’s body.
Ethan’s head fell back against the sofa, his mouth dropped open, and his eyes rolled into the back of his head.
“I’ll make him come,” Trey said. “He’ll never be able to hold out on us like this, Reagan.”
She meant to agree with him, but her mind was not functioning well enough to form coherent thoughts, much less words. She could feel their cocks working against each other inside of her. It was the most wonderful, weirdest sensation she’d ever experienced.
Ethan cursed under his breath. “Fuck, I’m gonna come. I can’t fight it.”
Trey’s fingers sought Reagan’s clit to help her join Ethan in bliss. Her hips buckled unexpectedly the instant he touched her there and she cried out at the same instant that Ethan shouted in triumph, and Trey shuddered behind her with his own release.
Fan-fucking-tastic. Oh yeah. She could totally get used to this threesome thing. Even if it meant she wouldn’t be able to walk for a couple days afterward. Fucking-A, Trey rocked her world. And Ethan made it spin.
Chapter 28
Trey watched Reagan’s frustration build at rehearsal the next day. All the guys of Exodus End were behind her one hundred percent and she was doing great for her first attempt at rehearsing an entire, major live show, but she had no tolerance for her little mistakes. And the more she made, the more stressed she became, which made her make more mistakes until she couldn’t seem to do anything right.
“Let’s take a break,” Max said and hooked his microphone in its stand.
Reagan rubbed her forehead while Max talked to her about letting her notes trail longer. Dare set his guitar in a stand and came over to sit next to Trey on an equipment case on the edge of the stage.
“She might do better without you watching,” Dare said.
“She’s doing great.”
“I’ve seen her do great, Trey. She’s stiff right now. Unnatural.”
Trey had picked up on that too. “I think she’s just nervous.”
“That’s to be expected, but she has to be able to fake it enough that the audience doesn’t pick up on it.”
“Maybe if your manager would stop trying to turn her into a sex symbol, she could find her music again. She’s not comfortable with that image.”
“He thinks that’s the way to go. The band’s split on that idea.” They both watched Max try to get Reagan to hold her guitar lower—at heavy metal level. She typically held it a bit higher—at country western level.
“As long as you’re on her side, I won’t have to kick your ass,” Trey said.
Dare flicked Trey’s ear. “I’ll do any required ass-kicking in this family.”
“You’re going to kick your own ass?”
“If necessary.”
They watched Steve tap his drumsticks on the body of Reagan’s guitar as he tried to get her to rock out to the beat. “You did it back in the studio that first day,” Steve said to her. “I know you can do it.”
“I think I should get her out of here for a few hours,” Trey said. “She looks pretty stressed out.”
“She has to get used to that too,” Dare said.
“So I’m supposed to sit back and watch her struggle?”
“Nope, you’re supposed to leave her to struggle on her own and let her vent to you about what ass**les we all are when she sees you tonight.”
Trey sighed. “All right. I’ll leave my one true love at the mercy of four badass metal heads, but I won’t like it.”
“She’s a tough chick. She’ll be fine. Don’t be her crutch. Be her champion.”
Trey internalized his brother’s words. The man could do no wrong. In Trey’s eyes, he knew everything. “Dare?”