Author: Olivia Cunning

Dave smiled. “Yeah, of course. Sinners is the greatest bunch of musicians I’ve ever worked with. They’re just… great.” The tears in Dave’s eyes were unmistakable. “They’ve given me hope. They also gave up their Thanksgiving to be here and help at the shelter.”

“Myrna said she’d cook for us all tomorrow,” Brian said. “It’s no big deal.”

Dave shook his head. “You’re all coming over to my house for dinner tonight. Mom is a wonderful cook, and she always makes enough for fifteen people.”

“We couldn’t possibly impose,” Sed said. His stomach growled a protest, and he covered his belly with one hand.

“It’s not imposing. I want you to come. I’m sure the folks would be more than happy for you to join us, right, Reb?”

Rebekah started. She’d been staring at her hands clenched in her lap. “What?”

“I just invited the guys over for Thanksgiving dinner.”

“You should probably ask Mom,” Rebekah said.

“Ask Mom what?” Mrs. B said.

“The band’s coming over for dinner tonight,” Dave said.

Mrs. B’s jaw dropped.

“Please, Mom. They let me keep my job. Even though I’m stuck in this wheelchair.”

Mrs. B smiled gently and smoothed Dave’s hair with one hand. “Of course they can come. It’s the least we can do to repay them for that smile on your face, David.”

Dave’s smile widened. “Awesome! We have dinner late,” he told them. “Around eight.”

“I guess I better head home and get the turkey in the oven then,” Mrs. B said.

Which would finally get Rebekah out of her ever-watchful eye, and maybe Eric could get her alone so they could talk. She was obviously torn up about Dave replacing her as soundboard operator. Even if she solidified his fears that their relationship was over, at least it was better than being ignored and wondering if they’d ever make amends.

Rebekah glanced up and met Eric’s eyes. She looked like she wanted to talk too. Even though she hadn’t answered his calls, he still hadn’t given up hope. Maybe, if he could get her to listen to him, she’d give him a second chance.

“Rebekah, grab Isaac and your father, and meet me at the car,” Mrs. B said. “I’m going to need lots of help.”

“We could all help,” Eric offered.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Mrs. B said. She grabbed the back of Dave’s chair and directed him toward the exit.

“Did you have any more questions?” Sed asked the reporter.

“Thousands,” the reporter insisted.

Eric watched Rebekah and Isaac leave the kitchen. He tried to pay attention to the rest of the interview, but it was hard when his thoughts were following the woman he loved out the door.

Chapter 27

Trey watched the interplay between Eric and Rebekah, Rebekah and Isaac, Eric and Isaac, and his anger increased with each passing minute. It took a lot to piss him off, but he was livid. Rebekah was a complete idiot. How could she choose a homosexual man over Eric? And how could Eric just let her? She and Eric worked great together. They’d been so happy. How could they just let that go? And then there was Isaac, who was in total denial, pretending he loved Rebekah to hide what he really was. Fucking idiots. All three.

When Isaac excused himself from the table to use the restroom, Trey followed a moment later. Maybe it was wrong to stick his nose in their business, but it wasn’t every day Eric found a girl crazy and stupid enough to love him. And she did love him. Otherwise, she wouldn’t appear so heartsick every time she looked at him.

Which happened to be pretty much constantly since they’d sat down to eat at the Blakes’ dinner table.

Eric seemed to believe he was thinking of Rebekah’s happiness by giving her the time and space she needed. What a tool. If he’d really been thinking of her happiness, he would have told Isaac to get lost by now.

Trey waited outside the bathroom door. He listened to the sounds of water running as Isaac washed his hands. When the door opened, Trey blocked his exit. Isaac stopped short. Trey was an inch taller than him, if that, but one intense look sent in the guy’s direction had him instantly in the submissive role. Just where Trey wanted him.

And Trey did want him. Wanted to show him that accepting who he was would bring him far more contentment than pretending to be something he wasn’t. Trey knew these good boys often had a hard time coming to terms with their homosexual nature. That they thought it was wrong. Trey would show him different.

“Ex-excuse me,” Isaac said, his eyes drifting downward.

“I need to talk to you,” Trey said.

Isaac straightened his spine and lifted his gray-eyed gaze. He really was a looker. Pretty, but not effeminate. Strong, but not too strong. Cherry. Yes, very cherry. Exactly Trey’s type. “About?”

“Privately.”

Isaac took a step back. Trey took two steps forward. When they’d both crossed the threshold, Trey closed the door behind him and locked it.

“What are you do—”

Trey moved forward until he had Isaac against a wall.

“I don’t believe in violence,” Isaac said, trembling.

Trey laughed. Did he think he was here to beat him up? Hardly. “Me neither. As the saying goes, I’m a lover, not a fighter.”

Isaac chanced a glance at him and then lowered his gaze to Trey’s chest. “What do you want from me then?”

Trey placed both hands on the wall on either side of Isaac’s body to further assert his dominant role. Trey could go either way, but nothing got his blood pumping like a confused virgin.

Isaac’s trembling intensified.

“You really don’t know?” Trey took another step forward. Inches separated the length of their bodies. Trey’s nose brushed Isaac’s jaw as he whispered, “I want you to admit who you are, that’s all.”

“You’re making me very uncomfortable,” Isaac said.

“Uncomfortable or excited?”

Isaac pressed a hand against Trey’s chest. Perhaps his intention had been to push Trey away, but instead, his hand curled and gripped Trey’s shirt.

“That’s what I thought,” Trey murmured. “I’m guessing you’ve never been this turned on in your entire life, and I haven’t even touched you.” Trey breathed a hot breath against Isaac’s neck, and Isaac shuddered. “Yet.”

Isaac’s other hand moved to Trey’s waist and slid around to his back. He stopped short of pressing his body against Trey’s, but he wanted to. Trey knew he did. “This is wrong,” Isaac

said breathlessly.

Trey rubbed his open mouth along Isaac’s jaw. “Doesn’t feel wrong though, does it? It feels right. Nothing has ever felt more right.”

Isaac made a sound of torment in the back of his throat.

“Do you want me to kiss you?” Trey murmured. Isaac obviously did, but Trey was going to make him admit it.

“No,” Isaac panted. “Rebekah…”

“She can’t give you what you want, Isaac.”

“She and I can…” Isaac took a step forward, pressing his body against Trey’s. Trey felt Isaac’s excitement against his hip. His cock was hard as stone. “We can adopt children.”

“I’m not talking about that. She can’t fuck you the way you want to be fucked.” Trey leaned closer, resting his forearms on the wall. He brushed his nose against Isaac’s jaw and said, “The way I can fuck you.”

Isaac swallowed hard. “I don’t…”

Trey moved a hand to Isaac’s ass and shifted him slightly so their hard cocks were pressed together. “If you didn’t want it, you wouldn’t be hard. If I held a straight man like this, he’d be freaked out, not excited. You want it, Isaac. You can admit it to me. I won’t judge. I want it too.” Trey leaned back slightly to stare into Isaac’s bewildered gray eyes. “Say you want me.” Trey took his free hand from the wall and slid it into Isaac’s soft, loose curls. Isaac really did have the face of an angel. If he didn’t admit it soon, Trey was going to kiss him regardless. “Say it, Isaac.”

“I…” He squeezed his eyes shut.

Trey slid his hand over Isaac’s ass so that his fingertips pressed against that place Trey so wanted to fuck, though he had no intention of taking it that far. At least, not today. He rubbed Isaac there, and Isaac went limp against Trey’s body. Completely submissive in his arms. Maybe Trey would take it that far after all. Fuck Isaac in the bathroom at Rebekah’s parents’ house. Wouldn’t that give Mrs. B a stroke? Knowing the son-in-law she so craved got fucked in the ass by one of those dirty rock stars in her own home while they ate Thanksgiving dinner. The thought made Trey’s heart thud with excitement. Hell, even if she never found out, he’d know. Trey grinned wickedly.

“Does that feel good?” Trey whispered, still rubbing Isaac’s hole through his pants.

“Mmmmm.”

“I can make it feel a whole lot better.”

“Please.”

“Please, what?”

“Please… f-fuck me. There.”

Who could turn down that plea? Not Trey. “If that’s what you want.”

“Yes.” He nodded vigorously. “I’ve always wanted it. Always.”

“How does it feel to admit that?”

Isaac took a shaky breath. “Terrifying.”

Trey understood that. “It’s okay. I can give you what you want. What you need. You don’t ever have to be afraid when you’re with me.” Trey tightened his hand in Isaac’s hair to hold his head still so he could kiss him.

The instant Trey’s lips touched Isaac’s, Isaac thrust his tongue into Trey’s mouth and pulled him closer with surprising strength. Still kissing Trey with deep enthusiasm, Isaac turned and slammed Trey against the wall. He pulled away and separated their bodies enough to unfasten Trey’s belt and open his fly. The soft-spoken guy had gone from zero to a hundred and twenty in three seconds flat. Maybe he was more dominant than Trey had first expected.

Fine with him. Trey liked to get it as much as he liked to give.

Isaac’s hand trembled as it touched Trey’s cock for the first time. His breath came out in an excited huff when he gripped it in his palm and gently stroked its length. “Forgive me, God,” he whispered, “for I am about to sin.”

He dropped to his knees, and Trey wasn’t sure if he was going to start praying—which would have totally freaked him out—or what. Trey gasped when Isaac directed his cock into his mouth and sucked him deep. Trey leaned heavily into the cool tile wall behind him and stroked Isaac’s hair. He watched Isaac struggle not to gag each time his cock bumped into the back of his throat.

Isaac’s technique was a little timid, but the guy had no way of knowing how much Trey loved to have a man on his knees sucking his cock. The combination of sensation and the vision of his cock disappearing into Isaac’s mouth made Trey’s belly quiver. Isaac’s hand slid over Trey’s heavy balls and between his legs. When he realized Isaac’s intention, Trey relaxed his stance and allowed Isaac’s finger to slide up his ass. He fleetingly wondered how many times Isaac had fantasized about doing this to another man.

For a virgin, he was very keen to explore. When a second finger slid up Trey’s ass, the involuntary need to thrust overtook him and he rocked forward, driving his cock deeper into Isaac’s throat.

Isaac somehow managed to suck harder. Mercy.

Trey tilted his head to lean against the wall. His eyes drifted closed as he allowed sensation to carry him away.

Isaac’s suction intensified, his fingers curled forward and pressed against Trey’s prostate. How had he known… Oh yeah, the guy was a doctor. “That feels amazing,” Trey whispered. “You can rub harder.”