Outsider by Olivia Cunning

would love Malcolm as much as he did if she’d just
stick around when he was in the room. “His parents came to pick him up a few
minutes ago.”
    “In
that case, I hope both you and Ethan are hard and ready. I’ve been thinking
about being the saucy meat in your manwich all afternoon.”
    Lust
stirred low in Trey’s belly. He’d very much like to be a part of that manwich,
but without Ethan, he and Reagan would be an open-faced sandwich at best.
    “Ethan
isn’t here. He left right after his shower. I called him, but I can’t convince
him to return. Does he have something against babies too?”
    “He
loves babies,” Reagan said.
    “Maybe
you can talk to him. Find out what’s eating at him and let me know so I can fix
it.”
    “Ethan
gets that way sometimes,” she said, not sounding the least bit concerned. “He
needs alone time to sort things out.”
    Trey
had a hard time wrapping his head around that tendency. He supposed not every
guy had an older brother as caring and understanding as Dare, but without
someone to talk to, how in the hell did you get out of your own head long
enough to see the real issue? Wouldn’t that drive a person crazy?
    “Does
that work for him?” Trey asked.
    Reagan
chuckled. “No, not really, but that’s just the way he is. You might as well
accept it.”
    Perhaps
Trey had to accept that quality in his lover, but he wouldn’t accept the
possibility of losing Ethan because he kept whatever was bothering him locked
inside.
    “Maybe
he’ll come home if you call him,” Trey said.
    “I’ll
try, but you might be making me fly solo, so you’d better put in your tongue
stud.”
    At
least he had one partner who told him exactly what she wanted.
    “I’m
on it,” he said.
    “Love
you,” she said.
    “Love
you too.”
    “And
Ethan loves you.”
    Trey
would rather hear it from the man himself, but her assertion made him feel a
little better. “I’ll try to remember that.”
    Ten
minutes later, Trey was lounging naked in bed and using his teeth to play with
the stud in his tongue—he loved the way bar felt inside his piercing when he
tugged at it. The suite door crashed open, and he heard sounds that made his
cock throb with excitement—desperate kissing, ragged breathing, the rustle of
clothing being shed, a thud against a wall, a gasp of surprise, Reagan’s moan
of pleasure, Ethan’s answering groan, and the rhythmic pounding of flesh in
flesh. What the fuck?
    Trey
leaped from the bed and stopped in the doorway to stare. He wasn’t sure if
watching the pair fuck like animals against the foyer wall should turn him on,
but the feelings suddenly churning through his chest and gut had little to do
with arousal. Shock? Betrayal? Jealousy? He wasn’t sure what he was
experiencing.
    Reagan’s
eyes flicked open, and her gaze met his. “Trey,” she said breathlessly.
    “Does
he want some of this too?” Ethan said, his voice harsh.
    Well,
he had , but now he wasn’t so sure.
    “Oh,
right there, Ethan,” Reagan moaned. “Fuck me harder.” Her fingernails dug into
his shoulders and her back arched, banging her head against the wall. She cried
out as she came, her eyes rolled back and her face contorted in a familiar
expression of bliss. Ethan kissed her harshly and then pulled out, letting her
slide down the wall to kneel at his feet. He fisted his hand in her hair, and
she lifted her head, still breathing hard.
    “Suck
it.”
    Her
motions were desperate as her hand circled his cock and she directed the head
between her parted lips. She drew him deep, sucking hard, her gaze cast upward
as if she were asking for Ethan’s approval.
    Trey’s
own cock was now so hard, it began to throb. He did want that. Wanted to be
coerced. Fucked. Completely dominated. He loved a strong man at his back,
holding him down, taking what he wanted.
    Ethan
turned his head and pinned Trey with a heated stare. Trey’s feet rooted to the
floor as Ethan pulled free of Reagan’s mouth and stepped