Outsider by Olivia Cunning Page B

Reagan’s chest. But he hadn’t disobeyed
Ethan’s demand by much. Ethan’s cock popped free, and Trey shuddered at the
feel of Ethan’s cum bathing his asshole before Ethan pushed inside again and
filled him as he’d promised.
    Concerned
that Reagan hadn’t gotten her fair share, Trey slid two fingers into her soaked
pussy and flicked her clit with the stud in his tongue. Within seconds she was
screaming, her slick passage rhythmically squeezing his fingers as she found release.
    Trey
crawled up on the bed and collapsed next to Reagan, his face squashed into the
mattress. He smiled weakly when Ethan dropped beside him and pulled him solidly
against him, back to belly, and warmed Trey’s cheek with gasping breaths.
    “I’m
sorry I was so rough with you,” Ethan whispered after his breathing had calmed
and his heart was no longer trying to thud itself through his breastbone. “It’s
just . . . I don’t know.”
    “I
like it,” Trey admitted, “when you’re rough with me. It makes me feel utterly desired.”
    “You
are. I’m not sure I show my feelings to you the right way. You’re so good at it
and I . . . I don’t think you understand how much you mean
to me.”
    Trey
relaxed against him, all the hurt and confusion from earlier flowing free of
his body.
    “I
love you, Ethan,” Trey said. “Don’t ever doubt it.”
    “And
me?” Reagan said from somewhere near Trey’s feet. He chuckled softly. She was
always so afraid they’d forget about her. As if that was possible.
    “Come
here.” Trey held his arms out, and she crawled up the bed to settle in his
embrace. “I love you as well.” He kissed the back of her head.
    They
lay that way, wrapped in a cocoon of love and physical exhaustion until Sed
came pounding on their door an hour later.
    “It’s
time to go to the arena, Trey,” he yelled through the door. “Get your ass downstairs.”
    “I
hear you,” Trey shouted, but he didn’t move from his comfortable spot between
the loves of his life.
    “We
should go,” Ethan said, pressing his face and several kisses into the back of
Trey’s neck.
    “Yep,”
Reagan agreed, drawing Trey’s arms more securely around her waist.
    “In
a minute,” Trey murmured, his eyelids heavy as he fought sleep. It took Sed
trying to rattle the hinges off the door to get Trey out of bed.
    He
jerked open the door to Sed’s angry face. Sed blinked—squeezing his lids
tightly shut—when he took in Trey’s state of undress.
    “Can
I help you?” Trey asked.
    Sed
stared at the wall beside the open suite door. “We’re going to be late. Get
dressed and meet us downstairs.”
    “I’ll
be down in a minute. I need to shower. I have cum dripping out of my ass.”
    Trey
chuckled when Sed grimaced and shuddered.
    “Next
time I’ll send Brian after him,” Sed said under his breath as he turned and
walked away.

Four
    That
night, Ethan was once again deeply absorbed in watching Trey perform
onstage—mostly trying to figure out why it bothered him so fucking much that
Trey just had to touch Brian every time he came within reach—when Reagan
nudged him with her elbow to gain his attention.
    “Are
you feeling better now?” she yelled over the blaring music, a flash of red
lighting up her face before switching to blue and then brilliant white.
    He
knew why she was asking—she’d found him staring into a nearly empty glass of
whiskey in the hotel bar before she’d coaxed him upstairs for some sexual
healing—but he played dumb and shrugged. “Not sure why you thought I was
feeling poorly.”
    “Because
I know you. We’ve been together either as friends or lovers or roommates for
years. I can tell when something’s bothering you.”
    The
tail of her shouted words sounded extra loud because Sinners’ song ended
abruptly. Appreciative cheers from the audience filled the short gap of
silence.
    “I’m
not bothered.”
    “Maybe
you should be,” she said.
    She
gave him far more grief than Trey ever