Twenty year old Corey Evans is one-half of 2ICE, the biggest duo on the radio at the moment. Pronounced twice, they're number one on the Billboard charts this week with their latest single. And number one in download sales, with two albums that have already gone platinum, to hear their manager tell it. And currently on their second U.S. tour, which has sold out stadiums across the nation. Despite this, there's an emptiness inside him which Corey can't seem to fill, no matter how many groupies he takes to his bed. He sees this same emptiness mirrored in the eyes of his band-mate, Ian Coltraine, who drowns his evenings after each show with a bottle of whiskey. Ian's the one Corey turns to when he wakes beside an unknown fan, still asleep in his bed and needs help evicting her. He's Corey best friend, the only person on the tour he can confide in, who he really trusts ... The one, Corey finally realizes, with whom he is madly, deeply, terribly in love. And he suspects Ian might feel the same. But his recent string of one-night stands makes Ian cautious about Corey's true feelings. He's wanted Corey for so long, and has watched him go through countless fans in search of ... what? Ian doesn't know. And he doesn't yet believe Corey when he says Ian might be it. Ian hopes so, but can't bring himself to believe Corey's fickle desire won't be gone in the morning. Can these two young men somehow move beyond Corey's past and Ian's pain to embrace a love they both so desperately desire?

Beautiful Disaster

Corey traced Ian’s nose with one finger, the touch ticklish. It made Ian smile. When that finger trailed across his lips, Ian opened his mouth and caught it between his teeth. Sucking gently, he watched Corey’s eyes widen at the audacious move, and he suppressed a smug grin. He circled the tip of Corey’s finger with his tongue. A little time, Corey. That’s all I need. And I’ll make it worth your while.


“We should get out of bed,” Corey sighed, his voice low and breathy, his gaze never leaving Ian’s lips. “We should get up and get dressed, and you know what this is doing to me, right?”


Letting Corey’s finger slip from between his lips, Ian asked, “What?”


Corey shifted, pressing the hard erection in his jeans against Ian’s hip. “This,” he sighed, closing his eyes as sensation flooded him. He ground his hips into Ian’s and moaned, his hand cupping Ian’s face. “Just because you suck on my finger. Damn, Ian, I’ll explode when we finally go all the way.”


Chapter 29