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

“Don’t stop.” Ian knelt against the edge of the bed, then climbed onto Corey, easing him onto the mattress. His hands smoothed beneath the rough wool of Corey’s sweater, rubbing along heated skin. Then, changing direction, he folded his fingers into the waistband of Corey’s jeans. The button on his fly popped open on its own.


Corey caught one of Ian’s hands in his and raised it to his lips. “We don’t have to. I know you want to wait.”


His own words, thrown back at him. God, why did his head agree with Corey when his body cried out for more? “Please, Corey,” he whispered. “I want you.”


“I know you do.” Corey stretched to cover Ian’s lips in a velvety kiss. “I want you, too. God, I want you so bad, I ache just looking at you. I want to hold you forever and kiss you and make long, slow love to you every minute of every hour of every day and night.”


The words made Ian want to cry. How long had he waited to hear these things from Corey?


Chapter 30