CHAPTER 26

Sawyer

 

I never imagined how free I’d feel by just having the band know. Now whenever we spent time with the band, outside of public situations, I could be myself and enjoy holding Reagan’s hand, sitting next to him, or placing a kiss on his lips. I never realized how much of myself I held back by keeping the secret. Good thing I managed to thank Reagan for helping me to see the light, multiple times a day. His dick in my mouth, my dick in his, or just a good old-fashioned hand job. There was something different about Reagan’s hand wrapped around my cock.

Of course my brain had traveled to places it couldn’t go tonight. Reagan had been given his very own case. Well, he still had someone overseeing the job he did, which meant he had to check in with his progress. That way if he was heading in the wrong direction, it could be corrected before the train derailed. It also meant, he was working late tonight, which left me home alone with my guitar. Well, not completely alone. Heath and Monty went to pick up pizza and beer while I worked through the notes on another song.

We’d gotten a call that the label wanted to release another single and with the reception of the last two, they wanted to include a PR tour, along with another possible full album release. We had more than enough songs for one album, but you could never have too many songs. Especially when the music and lyrics were flowing onto the page. Also better to have backups in case they didn’t like all the ones we presented to them.

This was the first song I’d written with Reagan as the muse that didn’t have depressing undertones. I jotted down the cord, when the door burst open.

I pointed at him with the pencil in my hand. “Jesus, Monty. If you damage the wall you’re paying for that shit.”

“They’re heavy.” He barely lifted a case of beer in each hand.

“You’re full of shit. You just wanted to make a scene.”

He walked to the kitchen and glanced over his shoulder with a wink. “Maybe I did.”

Heath walked in the door. “Why the hell is the door—”

Monty stepped in from the kitchen area.

“Never mind. I forgot we had Mr. Attention with us tonight.”

Monty flopped on the couch next to me, making my pencil slide across the paper. “And don’t you forget it.”

“Ass.” I erased the extra marks and rewrote the line. Heath dropped the pizza boxes on the table.

“So why are you here anyway?” Monty lifted a bottle to his lips.

“Where else would I be? I live here, you dumbass.”

“I know you live here, dickhead. I’m wondering why you’re not with Reagan.”

I set the guitar down and sat farther back on the couch. “He got assigned a case, so he’s working late tonight.”

“That sucks. Well, not him getting assigned a case.”

“Nah, it’s what he’s been waiting for.”

“I got plates.” Heath stepped out of the kitchen holding napkins and paper plates.

“Thank fuck. I’m starving.” Heath narrowed his eyes at Monty.

“Your legs look like they work just fine. If you wanted pizza as soon as we got back, you could have gotten your own damn plates.” He handed me one, took one for himself, and tossed the rest of the stack at Monty’s head.

If the paper plates wouldn’t have separated as they flew through the air, I had a feeling Monty would have caught them with how quickly his hand shot up. Instead, he spent the next few minutes grumbling as he picked up all the plates.

I put a pizza on my plate and took the first bite when there was a light knock at the door. “Did you guys call Jackson or Mari?”

Heath shook his head. “Jackson has a date and Cole’s home.”

“Fair enough, but who the hell is here?” Expecting some door to door salesmen, I stood and yanked the door open, a frown on my face. The reality was so much better than the expectation.

Standing on the porch with a laptop bag on his shoulder was Reagan, his long, muscular legs encased in navy pants. The suit jacket fit perfectly over his shoulders. He’d already managed to ditch the tie and the top button of his shirt. My mouth watered at the sight before me. Reagan in jeans and a T-shirt was hot. Reagan in a three-piece suit exuded quiet intelligence and smooth sophistication.

“What are you doing here? I thought you were staying late at the office.” I took his hand, dragging him into the house and shutting the door behind him.

“I was bored being there all alone. You said you were staying in to song write. I figured there was no reason I couldn’t work on my laptop in the same room you were working.”

Gripping the back of his neck, I pulled his lips to mine. “I think that’s the best idea you had in weeks.”

He rolled his eyes. “Don’t be ridiculous. I’ve had plenty of good ideas.” That was when he seemed to notice we weren’t alone in the room. He lifted his hand in a wave. “Hey, guys.”

“Evenin’, Reagan,” Heath said, while Monty mumbled something similar with half a piece of pizza in his mouth.

I leaned closer to Reagan’s ear. “As much as I love the way those pants hug your tight ass, do you want to grab a change of clothes from my room?”

“I’d love too.”

I turned to Monty and Heath. “Be right back.”

For a brief moment, I thought about a quick hookup in my room. I knew we’d be a while and I didn’t want Reagan to head to bed before I got to spend any real time together.

“Don’t even think about getting it on,” Monty warned. “You said we were going to write tonight and that’s what we’re going to do.”

“Like you need my help with that. You write most of the music anyway.”

“Yeah, but tonight I want company while doing it. Maybe you can sit in my lap.”

“Shut the fuck up and eat your pizza.”

I grumbled but led Reagan to my room. After I pulled out a pair of shorts and a T-shirt, I sat down on the bed. If I couldn’t get my hands on him right then, I sure as hell planned to watch him change and see all that silky, smooth skin on display for me. Reagan began undoing the buttons on his shirt. One by one they popped free, revealing tan golden skin. I fisted my hand in the comforter to keep from going to him and touching every inch. Once I started touching I didn’t think I had enough self-control to stop.

Reagan’s heavy lidded gaze lifted from his task to mine. “My dick is hard, just from having you watch me undress.”

He ran a hand down the front of his pants to prove the point. Not that I couldn’t already see the outline of his cock for myself. I reached down to adjust my own aching shaft. Reagan took a step forward. Almost as if my ass was on fire, I leaped from the bed and backed up toward the door.

“Where are you going?” His voice sounded raspy.

“Unless you want an audience, this will need to wait until later.”

Reagan’s eyes darted toward the door and understanding dawned on his features. Monty would have no problem busting into the room to hurry us up so we could work on music. Even Reagan knew that by now. But I understood the ability to forget about everything else when he was around. It happened to me more often than not.

“Shit, I forgot they were here.”

I winked. “When you’re around, I always forget about other people.”

Reagan dropped his shirt to the floor. “Then I guess you better get back to work so I have time to play with you later.”

I swallowed hard, forcing myself to stay in place. “That’s what you say to me right now? I’m ready to storm over there, rip all our clothes off, drop to my knees, and take you in my mouth, and you want to send me back to work.”

A sexy side smirk lifted the one corner of his lips. “If it means me getting my hands on you sooner, I’m all for you going back to work.” I crossed my arms over my chest, unable to believe my ears. “Then I can suck you until you can’t think.”

A shiver ran down my spine, making my body shudder. I stepped backward toward the door. “I think…I think it’s time for me to get back to work.”

“I think you’re right.”

I told myself not to look down, yet there was nothing to stop me from looking at Reagan, who was now pantless, palming his erection through his boxer briefs. “Fuck them. I need my lips on yours.” I walked purposefully toward Reagan. Desire made the brown of his irises darken, his erection clearly outline by the tight boxer briefs. Wrapping my hand around the back of his neck, I sank my fingers into his hair, tightening them a bit and pulling his head back. The second my lips touched his, I parted them with my tongue and sank it inside for a taste.

The same addictive flavor that was unique to Reagan burst across my tongue. I couldn’t help but align our bodies from head to toe. Our cocks grazed each other through the fabric. I started to lose myself in the kiss, backing Reagan up toward the bed when a voice rang out.

“You have thirty seconds to come out before I come and get you,” Monty called out.

We broke apart and I jumped out of Reagan’s reach.

No doubt he would.

Reagan shook his head, laughing. “You better get out there.”

I lifted both my hands up. “I’m going.”

I took a few more steps back, then turned and walked out of the room. With Monty already fired up, I braced myself for what would come out of his mouth when I reached the end of the hallway. And he didn’t disappoint in the least.

“I thought I was going to get to watch my first episode of gay porn.”

“For fuck’s sake.” Heath rubbed his temple with his thumb and forefinger.

I, on the other hand, knew better than to back down or ignore Monty when he was like that. He’d keep going until he got a reaction out of you. I walked over to my vacated seat. “And I’d be willing to bet I’d find you jerking off watching the two of us. We’re hot when we’re together.”

“Jesus, Sawyer.” I turned and found Reagan rolling his eyes at the end of the hall. “You guys keep this up and I’ll need to go work in the kitchen.”

My head lurched forward a bit. I reached for the back of my head where Heath had slapped me, the same as Monty. “What the hell was that for?”

“They’ll behave,” Heath promised.

Reagan looked skeptical but took his laptop out, along with a stack of folders, and sat on the recliner in the corner of the room. He opened his computer, watching me over the top of it. I was so focused on him I hadn’t realized Heath had spoken to me.

He gave a light shove to my shoulder. “Hey, dumbass.”

Turning my gaze away from Reagan, I glanced over at Heath. “Huh?”

He gestured with his chin in front of me. “How’re you gonna write music without a guitar?”

I wanted to smack myself in the head. There I was acting like a lovesick puppy. Okay, so maybe I was hopelessly in love with Reagan, but there was no reason for him to know that yet. One step at a time.

I picked up my guitar and for the next few hours I helped Monty work out the chords in a song he’d almost finished and started one of my own. The entire time I found my eyes, straying to Reagan and every once in a while I’d find him staring back for a second before looking back down at the work on his screen.

The shutting of a laptop drew my attention. Reagan was done with whatever work he’d brought home and was now watching us work. To say it make it hard to focus happened to be a huge understatement. Even across the room, I could feel the heat in his gaze. When I continued to hit the wrong cords, Monty set down the pencil in his hand.

“I think we’ve kept you away from your boy long enough.” Monty chuckled.

Heath collected the sheet music, while Monty and I packed up the guitars. Reagan was still lounging in the chair watching us. Or at least that’s what I thought he was doing at first glance. Not so much. His eyes tracked every movement I made.

Hastily, I put everything away and looked over my shoulder at Reagan, who didn’t waste any time getting up and walking down the hall to my room. I hadn’t even bothered to say good night to Monty and Heath before I was already only a few steps behind him.

“Night, lover boy,” Monty called after me. “Don’t be too loud. We’ll be listening.”

When I turned to look at them, Heath had his head resting against the back of the couch. His eyes closed. Monty, on the other hand, sat on the edge of the couch watching me.

“Hopefully we can give you a good show.” I winked and walked down the hall.

And much to my pleasure, I opened the door to find Reagan lying on my bed, not a scrap of clothing in sight.

“I think I could get used to coming home to this.”

“I already told you, I wanted to suck you until neither one of us can leave the bed.”

After breaking records in undressing, I climbed on the bed between Reagan’s legs and rested my body weight there. He leaned up and covered my mouth. Reagan’s lips devoured mine. Our cocks aligned, creating the perfect friction to make us both come in an explosion. But tonight? Tonight, I wanted something different.

I wanted Reagan to fuck me.

I’d always been a switch, whether I wanted to top or bottom. But I had a feeling Reagan wouldn’t be ready for me to take him. Not yet anyway.

He slid his hand down my shaft and over my balls to reach the bottom curve of my ass. Every muscle in my body tightened almost to the point of pain as his finger played with the top of my crack. Something in me snapped and I thrust my hips forward even harder than I planned. Reagan groaned and slipped his finger down the crack, rubbing over the sensitive pucker, making me squirm. When he pressed his finger lightly against me, the breath whooshed out of me.

Reagan had only pushed the ass play to this point once before. I loved it, but his fingers never made it to the area again. I gripped his biceps tighter. “Lube is in the drawer next to your head.”

His gaze snapped to mine. “What?” he breathed.

I lowered my head, taking his lips in a kiss so raw and passionate his hips continued to thrust against me. I lifted my lips and locked eyes with him.

“Lube is in the drawer. I want you to fuck me.”