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“Suck it,” Trevor commanded, not in the mood for teasing and bullshit.

  He wanted his cock in Drake’s mouth. He wanted to fuck his mouth and get off. Then he wanted to fuck Drake’s ass and get off again.

  “Only if you promise to suck mine too.” Drake glanced up at him, his piercing, pale green gaze seeming to see right through him. “This isn’t all about you, you know.”

  Trevor closed his eyes briefly and shook his head. Yet again, he was called out for being a selfish bastard. Eyes snapping open at the first touch of Drake’s tongue on the head of his cock, he stared down at Drake whose gaze hadn’t left his. “I know. You’re right. You’ll get yours, I promise.”

  “Good.” He licked again, his tongue circling the flared head, tracing the slit, gathering the pearly pre-come that formed there. Trevor groaned, the sight so erotic, Drake’s long, pink tongue searching him carefully, thoroughly. “You taste good.”

  And Drake licked good, too. Trevor’s body went tense, his muscles tight as Drake dragged his tongue down the length of his cock, mapping the veins, tickling just beneath the flared head. His fingers slid around the base, making Trevor jerk in his grip, and Drake smiled.

  “I’m slowing you down. You were too pissed off.”

  Drake was right. He was still a little pissed, but it was fading. Fading with the attention of Drake’s tongue and the subtle glide of his hand. He held a firm grip on his cock, firmer than any woman had ever touched him, and Trevor sighed in pleasure.

  Being with men was such a different experience. Not better, just different. Women were more delicate. They didn’t know how to handle a man the way he wanted to be handled. Other men understood. They were rougher, they could take more, they could give more and they wouldn’t break.

  He enjoyed the delicateness of women, the softness of their skin, sinking deep inside their wet bodies. But he also liked the hard firmness of a man.

  The best of both worlds.

  Drake’s lips finally wrapped around the head of Trevor’s cock, and he released a shuddering breath. Trevor slipped his hands on either side of Drake’s head, his fingers curling in Drake’s hair, and he began to pump. Drake took him, inch by inch until his cock bumped the back of his throat. And he never protested.

  “Fuck yeah, that feels amazing,” Trevor muttered, increasing his pace, his eyes nearly crossing at the suction Drake applied to his cock.

  Drake was good—he sucked, he licked, his fingers stroked, while his other hand was busy jerking at his own cock. Trevor savored the image, this man kneeling before him, taking all of him and getting off while he did it, too.

  His orgasm raced upon him, strong and intense, building, building at the base of his spine until Trevor knew it was moments before he’d explode. His rhythm grew faster, the encouraging sounds Drake made hurrying him along and, when his gaze locked with Drake’s, Trevor knew he was done.

  He came with a shout, his fingers fisting in Drake’s hair, his semen shooting to the back of Drake’s throat. Again and again, it shot out of him, endless, his body shuddering, his stomach muscles clenching tight, cramping until finally he was done and he slumped over Drake.

  “Come here.” Trevor tugged on Drake’s hair and brought him up so they both stood. He kissed him, his tongue licking at the inside of Drake’s mouth, tasting himself, tasting Drake, the mixture a potent cocktail that made him eager to sample Drake’s cock.

  “I want you,” Trevor murmured against Drake’s mouth, his hand sliding over his hard cock. The rigid length of his erection made him shudder, excitement racing in his blood, throbbing throughout his entire body. “I want your cock.”

  Then take it,” Drake offered, his damp mouth moving against Trevor’s. “Take me.”

  Trevor got rid of his jeans and underwear, kicking them off before he went to his knees before Drake. Drake was already naked, his muscular body shining with a damp sheen of sweat, defining muscle and sinew. Trevor smoothed a hand over his flat abdomen, felt the muscles jump beneath his fingers, and he smiled. His hand slid lower, tangled in the dark brown pubic hair that grew around Drake’s cock and then he touched him, feather light, his fingers dragging along his thick length.

  Drake’s dick was big but not as wide as Trevor’s. His cock curved upward, satiny smooth flesh begging to be touched, the tip dribbling clear liquid. Trevor tasted it with a quick swipe of his tongue, the musky, salty taste dissolving in his mouth, and he smiled when he heard Drake groan.

  “Suck me,” Drake begged. Trevor shook his head, prepared to take his time. He wanted to give Drake a taste of his own medicine.

  He licked, he stroked, his fingers sure, sliding up and down the hot hard length of Drake. Trevor gripped his balls with his other hand, cupped them in his palm, his fingers teasing, and he swore he saw Drake’s dick grow right before his eyes.

  “You like that.” It wasn’t a question. Clearly, Drake was enjoying every blessed minute of it.

  “I’d like it even more if you put your mouth on me,” Drake said between clenched teeth.

  Trevor normally didn’t tease. He usually hated it—though the way Drake had teased him just moments ago had made his orgasm incredible. “Just paying you back,” he murmured as he lapped at Drake’s cock, nice and easy.

  Drake’s cock jerked beneath his tongue. “Please.”

  The pleading tone in Drake’s voice made Trevor change his mind. Parting his lips, he drew Drake’s cock into his mouth, sucking him deep. The groan that ripped from Drake’s chest made Trevor’s cock resume at half-mast, and he groaned as well.

  Drake pumped his hips in time with Trevor’s sucking lips, his thrusts going deeper into Trevor’s mouth with every surge of his body. Trevor took him, his fingers wrapped around the base of Drake’s cock, trying to control his movements. He wanted control, always wanted control sexually, but Drake was pushing, thrusting, overwhelming him and all Trevor could do was accept it. Drown in it.

  “I wanna come,” Drake whispered, his voice harsh, his breathing ragged. “Make me come, Trevor. I want to come in your mouth. I’ve wanted this—you—for months.”

  Jesus. This was getting out of control and fast. Sweat slicked his back, his chest and Trevor lashed at Drake’s cock with his tongue, tasting the salty essence that leaked from it. Drake was going to come and it would be soon. Soon…

  Drake shouted, loud and guttural as his come filled Trevor’s mouth, slid down his throat. Trevor drank him, swallowing it eagerly, relishing in the utter power he had over Drake at this very moment.

  Trevor remembered how Scarlett looked when he’d made her come. Her creamy skin flushed, her dark eyes glittering. The way she trembled, her inner walls clenched around his fingers, her shaky legs and that downright defiant look on her face when it was over.

  He wanted her still. He wanted her now. If she walked into the room right at this moment he’d forget Drake and go to her, drag her into his arms and not let her go for the rest of the night.

  Yeah, he was seriously fucked. Over a woman who didn’t want him while he was with a man who did want him.

  What the hell did that say about him? That he was a mess?

  Hell, yes.

  “Fuck me, Trevor,” Drake said when he could finally catch his breath and find his voice. He withdrew from Trevor and went to the bed, sprawling atop it as if he was exhausted. But there was a smile on his face, and his arms opened wide, as if waiting for Trevor to come into them. “I want you inside me. Please.”

  How could he turn him down? Trevor stood, wiped the back of his hand across his mouth. His cock was hard, aching again already and it would be easy. Easy to lose himself in Drake, forget who he really wanted.

  He went to him. Grabbed a condom from the white bowl and sheathed himself, staring down at Drake who watched him with hunger, a little smile curving his mouth.

  It would be simpler if he wanted Drake and no one else. They could fool around for a while, go crazy together much like he had with Austin so long ago. Fuck all the time until he
felt like he had no more come in his body and then the spark would be gone. And he could walk away with ease. They both could. It was always good while it lasted, and it never lasted. It had never lasted for him.

  Simple. He yearned for simple.

  But secretly he really wanted complicated. He wanted Scarlett. There was no way around it.

  When he kissed Drake, sank himself deep inside his welcoming ass, pounded inside him again and again Trevor almost forgot. Almost. His eyes slid closed, and his imagination carried him away. To Scarlett. Her wavy hair strewn across the pillow, her dark eyes glowing with lust for him. Her breasts would bounce with his every thrust as he moved within her body. He would suck her nipples, fuck her pussy, tease her clit with his fingers and when she came, he’d come too, fill her with his semen until she was soaked with it, consumed with it. Consumed with him.

  And then he came. He came deep inside Drake’s body, but it was Scarlett’s body he imagined he was in. Scarlett’s face he saw. Scarlett’s arms circling around him, drawing him close for a tender kiss.

  Trevor had never felt shittier in all his life.

  Chapter Four

  “What the hell is going on between you and Trevor?”

  Scarlett stilled, her muscles clenching so tight she swore she would cramp up. Slowly she turned to see Austin glancing out at the stage, watching Trevor run through his lines in a quick rehearsal.

  “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” She kept her voice cool, calm. She didn’t want to give a hint of how she really felt about Trevor.

  It had been four days since that night at Tom’s. The night Trevor had brought her to orgasm with a few flicks of this thumb, a couple thrusts of his fingers. Oh, and his murmured commands.

  Come for me, Scarlett. Come all over my hand, sweetheart.

  No man had ever spoken to her like that before. She considered herself pretty willing. Open to try anything once and, well, she was twenty-eight. She’d done more than a few sexually adventurous things in her life. Things that would make some people’s eyebrows rise in shock, she was sure.

  She never believed she was one who would get turned on by dirty talk. She was more visual, a voyeur, she liked to watch it unfold. Commentary was usually annoying, distracting.

  But she couldn’t get over those ten words he’d whispered to her. The look in his stormy gray eyes when he’d said them to her. How easily she’d come upon hearing those sexy, seductive words…

  “Give me a break,” Austin said, pushing her from her thoughts. “Something’s going on. Every time you two get close to each other sparks fly. Who knew?”

  “What do you mean by that?” She set her hands on her hips and glared at him, a little insulted.

  Austin laughed, pointed a long index finger at her. “Just what I thought. You got the hots for him or what? You over your crush on Drake?”

  “Hah.” She waved her hand, dismissing the crush, his accusation. Yes, she was over her crush on Drake. Drake didn’t like girls. He liked guys. And she had a bad feeling that he liked the guy she now liked.

  The guy she didn’t want to like. Trevor.

  “Drake’s not interested in me,” she said, trying for nonchalant. “I don’t think he ever was.”

  Austin watched her carefully. “And now Trevor is?”

  “I, um, I don’t know.” She wasn’t about to tell Austin what Trevor had done to her at Tom’s. The mind-blowing orgasm was hers to cherish and hers alone. “I think Drake likes Trevor. I think he’s gay.”

  Austin immediately sobered, his expression going blank. “Oh yeah? Well, I’ve heard rumors about Drake.”

  “Have you ever heard rumors about Trevor?” She watched her friend carefully, saw a mixture of emotions cross his gorgeous face, guilt being a major one.

  “What sorts of rumors?”

  “You know exactly what I’m talking about.” Dread threatened to consume her, overwhelm her. She didn’t want to be attracted to Trevor yet she was. She’d been battling internally for the last four days yet something nagged at her. Something told her she would again make a major mistake if she showed any interest in Trevor.

  She thought it was because of his known player status. Maybe there was more going on than she realized.

  “What, that Trevor’s gay? I wouldn’t consider him gay.”

  “So what, he’s bisexual like you?” Her hands fell from her hips, grasping into little fists. Oh, what had she dragged herself into? She was confused.

  “Listen.” Austin grabbed her arm and led her away from the stage, to a private alcove just beyond the curtains. “A long time ago, before you started working here, I had a thing with, um, Trevor.”

  Her mouth dropped open in shock. “You can’t be serious.”

  Austin nodded, his expression grim. “Dead serious. It was short, it was crazy and then it was over. We’ve been friends ever since.”

  “Like a gay thing?” She sounded like a croaking frog, and she cleared her throat.

  “Well, yeah of course a gay thing. But like I said, I wouldn’t classify him as gay. He just likes to—dabble a bit sometimes. With guys.”

  “God.” Scarlett hung her head back, stared at the ceiling. “This is crazy.”

  “You like him?”

  “I don’t like him at all. He likes me. But Drake likes him.” She paused, surprised at how easy it was to lie about her attraction for Trevor. She met Austin’s gaze once more. “And I used to like Drake. How screwed up is this?”

  “Hey.” Austin reached out, stroked a hand down Scarlett’s arm. He could always see when she was hurting, upset. And right now, she was both. All over a rotten, no good scoundrel who went through women like a person with a cold went through Kleenex. One after the other, after the other. “Trevor’s a decent guy. You should go for it.”

  “Not with him,” she said bitterly. “He’ll stomp all over my heart and leave me crumpled on the ground after he’s through with me.”

  Austin cocked a dark brow. “Who said your heart was playing any part of this?”

  Caught. How could she admit to Austin that she’d discovered a connection with Trevor that night? A connection despite everything—her prior feelings for him and her firmly established policy about not wanting to get too close to a man like him. She wanted Trevor. She could barely admit it to herself.

  But there it was.

  “It’s not playing a part,” she finally said, lifting her chin. “It can’t. Not with him.”

  “I agree, sweetie. He’s a good guy, but he’s not one to settle down, let alone have a part time girlfriend.” Austin drew her close, into his warm, friendly embrace. She clung to him, appreciating his closeness, the way he always took care of her. “A fling with him, on the other hand, might be kind of fun.”

  She couldn’t help it, she giggled against his chest. Leave it to Austin to be totally honest with her. “And you speak from experience.” When she glanced up at him, she caught the slightly embarrassed expression on his face.

  “It wasn’t bad, our time together. I can at least admit to that.” He smiled, looking even more embarrassed.

  Arousal washed over her at the sudden image of Trevor with another man. With Austin. Two handsome men, naked and touching each other. Hands wandering, big cocks erect, muscles gleaming with sweat…

  Then another thought hit her just as swiftly. She withdrew a little to study Austin but stayed in his embrace. “I thought you always preferred to be the top.”

  “Well, uh, yeah, I do. That was part of our problem. A constant struggle for control.” Now she swore Austin actually blushed.

  And his comment didn’t surprise her either. Trevor had been very demanding that night. He’d practically commanded the orgasm from her.

  She’d gladly delivered it.

  The sound of approaching footsteps made them spring apart from each other and Scarlett turned to find Trevor standing in front of them, his expression fierce. A little angry, maybe even a little jealous.

  Giddy jo
y bloomed in her stomach, and she frowned. No way should she relish in that expression on his face. It was pointless, foolish.

  Too late…

  “What’s going on, Trev?” Austin flicked his head at Trevor in that typical way men seemed to do.

  “Nothing. What’s going on with you two?” Trevor asked the question slowly.

  As if he had to keep himself under some sort of firm control, or else all hell would break loose.

  “We were just talking,” Scarlett said, her gaze meeting Trevor’s.

  Brilliant gray blue eyes locked on her face, he stared at her as if he could read her thoughts. It was disconcerting yet undeniably arousing, and she shifted her feet, smoothed her sky blue skirt with the palms of her hands.

  “I’ll leave you two alone,” Austin said, sending Scarlett a meaningful look before he walked away, tipping his head again at Trevor as he passed.

  “What do you want?” she asked the second Austin was out of earshot. It sounded rude. She couldn’t help herself, but the second he got too close Trevor made her edgy, nervous.

  Turned on. So incredibly turned on, she was tempted to throw herself at him and beg him to give her another one of those life-changing orgasms.

  “Nice greeting,” Trevor said, his voice cool as he took a step toward her, then another.

  She backed up, not wanting to get too close. Electricity seemed to zing between them, bouncing back and forth from her body to his, and her nipples hardened beneath the thin black tank top she wore.

  His gaze dropped to her breasts immediately, and she knew without a doubt he noticed.

  Damn him. And damn her nipples, too.

  “I’m just…busy. I don’t have much time to talk.” Such a lie. She was about to leave for a quick dinner break before the show started.

  “You had enough time for Austin.” Oh yes, Trevor definitely sounded jealous.

  “He was giving me advice.” She nibbled on her lower lip, angry at herself for her choice of words. The interest on Trevor’s face was clear.

  “About what?”

  “Work stuff.” She waved her hand, not wanting to talk about it. She didn’t want to mention what Austin had shared with her. “Nothing major. What’s going on?”