Grace's hands shook violently. So violently she'd had trouble grasping the handle. It had taken three attempts before she'd finally opened the door and lurched into the relative safety of her bedroom, closing herself in.
The panties she'd clasped in her fingers fell to the ground. Her breath still came in unsteady gasps. Not surprising, seeing as she'd hardly inhaled since she'd walked into Trev's room. She'd stood rooted to the spot, shocked speechless, and watched as a man slammed into the guy she thought she might be losing her heart to.
She'd watched as that same man confessed his love for Trev. The words emerging soft and sweet in a voice wrapped in silk. So soft and sweet they'd tumbled over her skin like a million drops of pleasure. And like a million sharp needles, every one of them stabbing at her, piercing her flesh as they cascaded downward.
The vicious jabs she could deal with. It was the heartfelt response from Trev that had threatened to suffocate her. The I love you too that had cut off her air and clogged her lungs.
She needed to sit before she fell over, but her bed was a thousand miles away. Too far to reach on such shaky legs. She sank to the ground in a boneless pile.
A man? Trev was in love with another man?
Oh God. OhGod, ohGod, ohGod ,ohGod!
Gooseflesh erupted up her spine.
She shoved a hand over her mouth to stop the scream that threatened to escape, but almost choked on the awfulness of the situation.
Air. She needed air. Needed to breathe. To think.
Hard. Too hard to think.
Too hard to do anything but sit, shaken all the way through to her bones.
A man! Not a woman as she'd first feared when she'd heard the muffled moans. A man. With a penis. Just like Trev.
No wonder there were so many clothes scattered through the lounge. They weren't all Trev's.
Spots danced before her eyes and she dropped her head on her knees.
She imagined Trev's mouth. The mouth that had brought her such intense pleasure just a few short hours ago. The mouth that had kissed her and caressed her before devouring her. Before bringing her to orgasm twice within minutes. The mouth that had her so off-balance she'd hardly been able to see her blind date clearly--every time she'd looked at his face, she'd seen Trev.
The same mouth that was probably still glued to another man's lips even now.
How long had she watched them? Seconds? Minutes? Hours?
So focused were the men on each other, they'd been oblivious to her. Oblivious to her jaw dropping, to the heart that pounded so loud her pulse roared in her ears. Oblivious to the woman who watched every action with a mixture of betrayed hurt and captivated curiosity. A woman who didn't know whether to rant against Trev for leading her on, punch him for being something she'd never have considered, or shove her hands under her skirt to relieve the ache that pounded between her legs with an aggression that left her winded.
Even now the choices were staggering. Overwhelming.
Grace closed her eyes and breathed. Just breathed. For a very long time. Or maybe for a second.
A knock on her door tripled her heart rate. The last thing she needed now was Trev coming to talk to her. Or worse--Trev's lover.
She held her breath. Maybe if he couldn't hear her, he'd just go away. Maybe he'd think she was sleeping.
Hah. Sleeping? At a time like this? She doubted she'd ever be able to close her eyes again, because if she did, all she'd see were images of Trev being thoroughly fucked.
"Gracie? Can I come in?"
Damn it. That voice. So gentle. So compelling. So deep and manly. How on earth could a man with such raw sexuality, with such vivid masculinity, allow another man to do that to him?
Hypocrite. Given half a chance, she'd have allowed Trev to do that to her. She'd have begged Trev to do that.
Yeah, but she was a woman. A member of the opposite sex.
Damn it, why hadn't Hunter warned her? Told her she'd be living with a man who...who favored other men. A...gay man.
And since when did the idea of two men together set her body on fire? Make it burn with a heat that wouldn't cool down?
"Don't lock me out, Gracie. Please. We need to talk."
Talk? Now he wanted to talk? What about earlier, when his mouth had been attached to her pussy? Or before? When the electricity was down and he didn't have to face her in the glaring light? Surely that would have been a better time for conversation?
"I know you're not sleeping, sweetheart."
Why did his voice have to sound so sincere, so...hurt? Almost as if he was the one suffering.
"I'm going to come in now. I'm going to open the door and walk into your room." There was a short pause. "Don't throw anything at me, okay?"
Damn it! Why'd he have to make her smile when that was the last thing she felt like doing?
The door handle turned. Good grief. He was coming in.
Grace scrambled to her feet. He already had her at a stunned disadvantage. She wasn't about to give him another one.
Was he alone? Dressed? Did he have semen dripping down his chest? That's where it had landed when he'd come in that man's hand. And on his belly. And on the fingers wrapped around his dick.
Those should have been her fingers. Not his. Yet the thought of them belonging to him filled her pussy with liquid heat.
Trev walked in carrying the scent of soap with him. Fresh and clean. Nothing like the sharp, musky aroma of sex that had permeated the air in his room. That was a smell unlike any she'd encountered before. A combination of cologne, male sweat and something else. Something darker and heavier than her usual associations with sex. Probably because the act she'd witnessed was darker than any sexual act she'd ever participated in.
Trev's chest was spotless. It was also shirtless, and the light played against his golden flesh, outlining the six-pack on his stomach. His hair was wet, he wore a pair of boxers and his cheeks were redder than usual. Post-orgasmic bliss or embarrassment?
To her surprise, he didn't launch into apologies. "You're shocked," was all he said.
"You're gay," she answered, accusation rife in her voice.
Trev flinched. "I like men."
"You kissed me. All over." Men who liked men didn't kiss women where Trev had kissed her.
"I like women too. I like you. A lot."
How would her parents react if they knew? The thought filled her belly with cold dread. Thank God she hadn't found this out before she'd described Trev to them. Thank God she'd only told them he was a fun, lovely man. And thank freaking God she hadn't mentioned he was the exact kind of guy she could fall, and probably had already fallen, head-over-heels in love with. Her folks would be having an apoplexy right about now.
Trev inhaled sharply. "I prefer not to label my, er, sexual preferences. I don't think of myself as gay or straight or bi. I'm just a man attracted to men and women."
"At the same time?"
Trev lifted his hands, looking helpless. "Never before. But with you and Max...it's different."
Ah, so the other man had a name. "Max?"
"My...uh..." His expression softened, his eyes grew warm and gooey. "My lover."
A shiver slid down her back. The idea of a man referring to another man as his lover? Her parents would freak out. For sure.
But hadn't she thought about Max as Trev's lover? The shiver flickered through her spine, rippling along every nerve ending, like a tiny spark of awareness. A shiver of aversion...or arousal?
Definitely not arousal! The thought of Trev with a man did not turn her on. It turned her evening's fantasies into bad dreams.
Bad dreams filled with long, muscled legs. Four of them. And asses of steel. Two of them--one of them being relentlessly pounded by a long, hard dick. A dick she suspected would feel spectacular in her own...
No, it wouldn't.
No way was she closing her eyes tonight. Not a chance would she expose herself to the risk of those dreams.
She latched on to the last thing he'd said. "It's different with me and Max?"
Trev nodded, never once lowering his eyes. His gaze held hers, the nut-brown irises mesmerizing in their intensity. "I want you both." His voice dropped about twenty-five notches. "At the same time."
What the...? How on earth did he expect her to respond to that?
Apparently he didn't expect her to answer at all because he kept on speaking. "I'm not surprised about wanting Max this much. You...you caught me unaware. I never thought I'd feel anything this strong for anyone else."
Hysterical laughter bubbled in her throat. "Let me get this straight. You're telling me you want us both? As in you want to..." She hesitated, knowing her words would come out crass and cold. "You want to fuck us both, one after the other?" A high-pitched giggle escaped. "Or does it mean you want to fuck me while your boyfriend fucks you?"
The dinner she'd eaten pitched precariously in the pit of her stomach. The very thought brought back the shiver down her spine. It was far more forceful this time. More like a quake she couldn't control. One that reverberated through her breasts, making her nipples hard as marbles. So hard, the silk of her bra scraped against them, torturing her.
Trev raked a hand through his hair. "Would that be so terrible?"
She blinked. "Would what be so terrible?"
"Me making love to you, while Max makes love to me."
She blinked again, squeezing her eyes shut tight. Maybe when she opened them she'd wake up and realize all this was just a silly dream, brought about by a little too much wine and her overwrought hormones. Hormones Trev had gotten all worked up earlier this evening.
She opened her eyes.
The disappointment was crushing.
The view was not.
No matter what he said, no matter what she'd caught him doing, Trev was gorgeous. And Trev in his boxers was a sight to behold.
"You're joking, right?" Because seriously, he had to be. Who in their right mind would ask such an outrageous question? But then who in their right mind would go down on his female housemate and in the same night allow himself to be fucked stupid by his male lover?
Trev shook his head. "Not this time, Gracie." He took a step toward her.