Travis (29 page)

“Well,
anyway. We went through the customary seventy-two hour waiting period for the
marriage license, and once we got it, we headed straight to the Justice of the
Peace. In less time than it took us to drive there, we were officially married.
Rings and all.”

“I
never saw a ring,” Jess interjected.

“That’s
because I didn’t wear it. He never introduced me to his family, and I didn’t introduce
him to mine. It was sort of a whirlwind, and I wanted to keep him all to myself
for a little while. As soon as I was ready to shout the happy news to the
world, he walked out on me.”

“Just
like that?”

Another
pause.

“I
need more coffee,” Kylie said, her voice laced with sadness. Travis’ heart
clinched in his chest.

“Not
yet. Keep going,” Jess urged sympathetically. “Come on, Ky, you need to tell
this story. You know you do.”

Another
pause.

With
more conviction in her tone, Kylie continued, “The short version is, he said he
was sorry, said he didn’t mean to hurt me but that I’d be better off without
him.”

“No
reason whatsoever?” Jessie’s incredulity was palpable. She sounded ready to cut
Travis’ balls off and make a necklace out of them.

“None
that made sense, no.”

“So
why are you and him together now?”

Travis
sucked in a breath. This was the moment of truth, and he wasn’t sure he wanted
to hear what she was about to say.

“It
was an accident that we ran into one another again. I was so shocked when I saw
him that I filed for divorce, and it wasn’t until after I delivered them to him
that we started talking.”

“From
what I saw this morning, it looks like the two,”
cough
, “or three,”
cough
,
“of you are doing more than talking.”

“Oh,
shut it.”

So
Jessie did know he was there. And Gage.

A
small smile tipped his lips. Travis expected Kylie to get defensive, try to
explain away why there were two men in her bed. From the sound of it, she was
hoping the subject would drop. He figured he could help her out a bit.

Stepping
into the living room as though he were supposed to be there barefoot and
shirtless, Travis walked up behind the couch Kylie was sitting on, leaned over
and kissed her. Right on the mouth. Her shocked gasp got his pulse kicking
furiously.

Standing
back to his full height, he smiled at Jessie. “Mornin’. I was lookin’ for my
shirt. Now that I found it, I think I’ll steal some coffee.” Looking back at
Kylie, he added, “If you don’t mind.”

The
dazzling smile on her face made his heart trip all over itself as he headed to
the kitchen. Ok, this was bordering on eerie.

Not
necessarily that Kylie was talking to her sister or wearing his shirt or that
Travis was getting coffee from her coffee maker after having spent the night in
her bed. No, that was all reasonable.

The
fact that he liked the shit out of it was what concerned him.

♂♀♂

As
soon as the bedroom door clicked shut behind Travis, Gage flopped to his back
and stared up at the ceiling. He had been feigning sleep for the last half
hour. At least. Ever since Kylie stepped out of the room and he heard the sound
of voices from the hallway. Her sister was home.

Gage
wasn’t sure how she was going to handle this situation so early, especially
when her sister was probably all up in her business about two men being in her
bed. So far, since there didn’t seem to be any shouts or tears, he was taking
it to be a good sign.

Now
that Travis had disappeared as well, giving Gage a few minutes to himself, he
was taking full advantage of the chance to pull himself together. For at least
an hour, he’d lay in bed as soon as Travis and Kylie had fallen asleep, content
just to watch the two of them. It was strange that his house had burned to
ashes, everything he owned for the most part now dust, yet he felt lighter than
he had in a long time.

And
with Travis up and moving around, no stomping or even any mild curse words, he
was feeling a tad optimistic. Didn’t mean the day would continue in that
direction, but he’d give it a few minutes to see how things panned out once
Travis made his presence known. If shouting matches didn’t ensue, he would gladly
get out of Kylie’s warm bed and join the rest of civilization.

He
was tempted to pull open the drawer in the night table beside the bed, just to get
a look at the erotic collection of paraphernalia that Kylie had acquired over
who knows how long. He didn’t, but the idea made him smile.

Remembering
how the three of them had come together, clinging to one another as though the
rest of the world were crumbling around them, yet the only thing that mattered
was the three of them together had Gage’s heart thumping painfully in his
chest. Having had only a couple of serious relationships in his past, Gage
found himself unable to recall any of the details of those times with other
people. Nothing compared to this. Nothing.

The
only concern he had was that Travis seemed to be taking it in stride, and he
knew for damn sure that what happened last night was not casual. The only
disappointing part of the whole thing was that he was in bed alone. A repeat
was certainly in order, but it seemed reality had kicked in and with Gage’s
life now in shambles, he knew he needed to head back to Coyote Ridge to start
working on piecing things back together.

He
was pulled from his mental to-do list when the bedroom door opened, and Kylie
walked in, a beautiful smile beaming right at him.

“Good
morning,” she said as she made a beeline for the bed.

“Morning,”
he muttered, unable to look away from her as she crawled up onto the mattress
beside him, clad in Travis’ shirt. God, he hoped she didn’t have anyone on
underneath that thing.

“You
ok?” she asked, easing under the covers and moving up alongside him. Before he
could turn and pull her into his arms, she stunned him by straddling his hips,
flinging the shirt off over her head and then laying flat on his chest.

Uhh,
hello
. This was officially his favorite way to be greeted
in the morning.

“My
sister has trapped Travis in the kitchen, and she’s pelting him with
questions.”

Gage
grinned. “And you didn’t feel the need to rescue him?”

“Nope.
Not yet. He’s a strong man. He can take it.”

“You
think so?”

Kylie
leaned in and pressed her lips to his and Gage began trailing his hands up and
down her back. She was petal soft and so damn warm, he wanted to roll her over
and…

Kylie’s
hips shifted, and he’d be damned if he didn’t almost surge right up inside of
her. Shaking his head, he tried to clear the instant lust fog that clogged his
thinking processes.

Kylie
laughed, a sultry, seductive sound that made his dick twitch between them.

“Hold
that thought,” she whispered, leaning over him and reaching for the magic
drawer of kinky toys he hoped.

“Where
did you get all those things anyway?” he asked, looking over to see what she
was getting.

Condom.

Oh,
damn.
Daayummn.
Gage wasn’t sure he was breathing.

“Here
and there.” Her blasé response made him laugh, as though it were perfectly
normal for a woman to have a drawer full of vibrators.

The
laugh died right in his throat when Kylie sat astride him, pushing the covers back
until they were over the bottom of his legs only and proceeded to suit him up. His
teeth clamped together as he stared down the length of his chest where her gentle
fingers were rolling the latex over his steel hard cock.

“There.
Better now?” she asked as she covered his body like a blanket, her mouth
hovering just above his.

Hell...
Fucking... Yes...
“Yes.” The word came out as a croak and
then he was rendered completely and utterly speechless as Kylie impaled herself
on his cock. “Fucking hell.” Three syllables were more like ten by the time he
got the two words out of his mouth. The only thing he could focus on was her
slick heat surrounding him. Her muscles constricted, and he groaned.

“Gage?”

“Hmmm?”
Opening one eye, praying that this was actually happening, and he wasn’t caught
in some amazing dream, he was relieved to see she was still smiling at him.

“I’m
going to fuck you now.”

He
laughed at her choice of words, but as soon as her hips shifted forward, then
lunged back, he was grinding his teeth together as the pleasure overwhelmed
him.

Getting
with the program, Gage slid his hands down and palmed her ass, pulling her
toward him and then pushing her back, his cock gliding in and then out. They
moved like that for long minutes, neither of them looking to rush this.

The
room heated several degrees. Both from the warmth their bodies generated, as
well as the morning sun slipping in through the wood blinds as the day
continued to move on, seemingly oblivious to the fact that Gage wanted this
moment to stand still. He did not have any desire for this to be over.

Both
their heads snapped toward the door when it opened and then shut, Travis
slipping inside, his eyes glued to where they lay on the bed. Gage had no idea
what Travis was going to do or say and for a second, his cock considered
deflating in preparation.

“Fuck,
that’s hot. Don’t stop.”

They
continued to watch him as he stripped out of his jeans, flipping the lock on
the door before he joined them on the bed. Kylie resumed her rhythm, and Travis
seemed content to watch, which only intensified the pleasure that buzzed inside
of him.

Yes,
he could easily get used to waking up like this.

Travis
moved around behind Kylie, forcing Gage to close his legs as she continued to
ride him. A strong hand came over the top of his where he was rubbing Kylie’s
back, applying gentle pressure until she was laying flush on Gage’s body again,
still rocking back and forth on his cock.
Shit.
This was going to be
over fast. Especially if Travis was going to do what Gage thought he was.

And
he did.

Travis
propped himself up over Kylie, his chest against her back as he began pumping
his hips against her bottom. “One of these days, when you’re riding Gage’s cock
just like this, I’m going to slide my cock right into your ass. You’ll be full,
Kylie. Both of us at the same time. Can you handle that?”

She
liked the idea if her increased pace was anything to go by. Kylie began rocking
faster, her breaths becoming more labored, her body coated in a fine sheen of
perspiration.

“Do
you, baby? Do you want to feel us fucking you at the same time?”

“Yes,”
she whimpered. “Yes, I want you to fuck me at the same time.”

Travis
continued to rock with her, but Gage knew he wasn’t going to penetrate her. If
he was right, and he was fairly certain that he was, she’d never had a man take
her like that, let alone two.

“Not
right now, baby. But soon. I promise.” Travis continued to speak as Gage began
thrusting his hips upward, driving into her as she slid down on him. The
momentum went from long and slow to shallow and fast, all three of them
sweating from the exertion.

Gage
gripped Kylie’s hips, trying not to dig his fingers into her as he fought the urge
that was building, drawing his balls up close to his body. “Fuck,” he uttered,
barely holding himself back.

“I’m
–” Kylie didn’t even get the words out before her muscles stiffened, her legs
locking, her pussy clamping down on his cock. Gage surged up into her one last
time, coming at the same time she did, not a single sound in the room other
than their rapid panting.

After
all, her sister was in the other room.

♂♀

Travis
would be willing to endure the wrath of Kylie’s sister first thing in the
morning if this was what he got to walk into afterward. As Kylie and Gage
succumbed to their orgasms, Travis slipped down onto the mattress, his cock
stiff and aching as he began to stroke insistently.

And
if he thought he couldn’t be more astounded than he had been when he walked in
to see Kylie fucking Gage, when she maneuvered between his legs, replacing his
hand with her mouth, he thought his brain might just explode out through his
ears.

The
need was too great for him to be sweet and gentle, but the wicked gleam in her
eyes said she wasn’t expecting him to. Travis slid his fingers into her hair,
tightening them firmly and began to thrusting his hips up into her mouth. He
controlled the depth and speed, her tongue and throat handled the rest.

“Fuck,
baby,” he mumbled, trying to keep his voice low so as not to alert her sister.
“Suck my cock, baby. That’s it.”

Travis
could see Gage from his peripheral vision and the man looked totally blissed
out. Travis knew he’d be right there with him in about two minutes.

“Fuck,
yes. Kylie. Baby.” Travis held her head firmly, pulling her close and driving
up into her mouth at the same time. She wasn’t struggling, so he didn’t slow as
he used her mouth relentlessly.

Just
the idea of fucking her sweet ass while Gage was deep inside her pussy had him
clinging to what little control he possessed. And the second they came
together, Travis thought he might’ve just managed to climax without any sort of
stimulation other than Kylie’s soft skin along the length of his cock as he dry-humped
her from behind.

And
now she was pushing his limits with her sweet, sweet mouth. “Baby, I’m gonna
come.” He wanted to come in her mouth, but shit, he didn’t know her limits yet.
“If you don’t want me to come in your mouth, tell me.” She met his eyes but
didn’t stop. “Tell me, baby. I can’t hang on much longer. Can I come in your
mouth?”

When
she nodded, Travis returned to watching his dick slide in and out of her succulent
mouth. The sharp tingle flared in his spine, rapidly racing upward until he
bucked one last time, holding her head, but releasing some of the tension so
she could pull away if necessary. His cock swelled and then exploded. Tossing
his head back on the pillow, he held her to him as his orgasm seemed to go on
forever. Finally releasing her, Travis dropped his hand and nearly wept when
she eased him from her mouth and gently laved him with her tongue before
sliding up his body and pressing her lips to his.

And
if he hadn’t seen it coming, Travis realized right then and there that he was
in deep, deep shit.

The
mattress shifted as Gage got up and left the bed only to return a few seconds
later. He crawled back in, pulled the blankets up over them and then wrapped
his arms around Kylie who was lying between them. Travis was tempted to close
his eyes, but he didn’t.

“What
time is it?” he asked a few minutes later when Kylie’s breathing slowed, her
arm limp on his chest.

“Seven
thirty,” Gage answered.

“Shit.”
Travis didn’t try to sit up, but he realized he had a meeting at eight thirty
that wasn’t going to take place because he was a solid hour away and not in any
hurry to run out on Kylie at the moment.

“What’s
up?”

“Meeting.”

“What
time?”

“In
an hour,” he told Gage as he lightly caressed Kylie’s arm. Up, down. Up, down.
Over and over, the satiny feel of her skin calming him.

“When
are we heading back?”

Never?
Since that answer wouldn’t go over well and should have Travis questioning his
own sanity, he said, “An hour, maybe?”

Gage
moved closer, causing Kylie to adjust between them. It was almost as though she
knew they both needed her, that they both wanted her warmth, because she turned
and realigned herself so they were both right up against her.

Yeah,
Travis could get used to this.

A
short while later, Travis was opening his eyes once again, the morning sun now
shining down rather than sideways which meant the day was quickly progressing
and as much as he wanted to sleep the day away with them both, he knew he had
to get home. The last thing he needed was his brothers ridiculing him because
he was suddenly slacking off on the job.