Travis (Alluring Indulgence, #3)

by Nicole Edwards

  Originally, Tag also hadn’t been interested in a tryst with a third person, but much to Travis’ surprise, that had apparently changed. According to Tag, it was a one-time only deal because his fiancé was clearly interested in being the object of two men’s attention for one night. Not seeing a downside for any of them, Travis had easily accepted the invitation.

  After the night when he witnessed the sexy reporter on her knees giving Tag a blow job that damn near blew Travis’ mind, he’d been hoping this day would come. Never having been the type to expect anything, Travis had seen a hint of interest in Tag’s eyes that night. Tag might not have any desire for Travis to fuck his woman, but he damn sure felt a spark from having an audience. Travis was at the point where he didn’t give a damn which role he played. He just needed something to take his mind off of more pressing things weighing him down.

  At the time of the little peep show, Travis had been more than interested in getting in on that action, but he figured he was more likely to see pigs fly than to get a personal invitation from the bald giant of a man who liked to rock designer suits. The same guy heading up the stairs to the second floor suites at the moment.

  “I figured you’d be going upstairs, too,” Kane said as he set a squat glass in front of Travis.

  “For?” Travis was stunned by Kane’s forwardness. He couldn’t imagine that the guy knew Tag had personally invited him there tonight.

  “It’s Tuesday night.”

  It took a second for Kane’s reference to sink in. Sure enough, it was Tuesday night, and as of last week, Luke had reopened the private section of the club. In previous weeks, only those with an apartment were allowed to linger and interact, so the inclusion of all members was causing the playroom to see increasingly more action these days.

  Sliding a twenty dollar tip in Kane’s direction, Travis grabbed his glass and headed up the stairs, noticing that McKenna and Tag weren’t that far ahead of him. He followed behind them, fully expecting them to go into Tag’s apartment, but when they continued down the hall, his body came to life instantly.

  Hanging back a little, he waited until they made their way down the main hall and disappeared into the playroom. Although he had been to one or two, Travis didn’t usually attend the weekly orgies. Tag’s and McKenna’s appearance was even more unlikely.

  It would seem that the extremely reserved Tag Murphy was beginning to open up a little. Travis couldn’t help but wonder whether that was mostly McKenna’s influence or if the man had just managed to dislodge the stick from his ass. After Tag had been fairly adamant that he wasn’t sharing McKenna with anyone, Travis was a little surprised to see them going in because what they were moving toward went way beyond sharing.

  Curious to how they would react once inside, Travis followed without hesitation, remaining on the periphery of the room as he worked his way toward a section in the back. Taking in the sight of sweaty, writhing bodies as he went, Travis realized no one seemed to be wasting any time tonight.

  Maybe that was because they were eager to get to the good stuff, or because most of the members had been relinquished of their contractual obligation. Or in layman’s terms, they’d been thrown out on their asses. Which meant those that remained were familiar with one another, at least on a first name basis, so easing into the hardcore aspect of play might be slightly easier for some.

  He didn’t react to the group of people in one corner taking up every available spot on one of the oversized couches. They were in a state of near nakedness at this point and oblivious to anything around them. Nor did he let his eyes linger for long on the sexy, raven haired woman currently strapped to the wall on a St. Andrew’s cross, with an equally beautiful blonde woman on her knees with her tongue buried deep in her pussy.

  In the opposite corner of the room from the orgy taking place on the couch, sitting in a red velvet chair was Logan McCoy. His appearance anywhere near the playroom was both unexpected and quite intriguing. His wife Samantha didn’t seem to have any qualms about making an appearance within the masses either, which shocked the shit out of Travis after what had gone down several months back.

  It was this very place that had gotten the club into trouble after pictures of Samantha McCoy were used to blackmail Luke and Logan. She didn’t seem at all concerned at the moment because she was currently sitting on Logan’s lap, her gaze roaming the room almost as quickly as Travis’. Although, he would have to say, she was rather reserved in her interests. At least for the moment.

  As Closer by Nine Inch Nails – how very appropriate – began playing on the hidden speakers in the ceiling, Travis caught sight of Tag and McKenna once again. They were standing on the farthest side of the room, Tag against the wall while McKenna stood in front of him, her back pressing against the burly man’s chest. Maybe they thought they were being discreet, Travis didn’t know, but he noticed the way Tag’s hands drifted upward, just beneath the hem of McKenna’s shirt.

  I want to fuck you like an animal.

  Yes, definitely an appropriate song.

  With his body stiff as hell and in desperate need of release, Travis didn’t wait any longer. He downed the rest of his whiskey as he watched the couple before setting the empty glass on a nearby table.

  I want to feel you from the inside.

  Movement across the room caught Travis’ attention, and he turned to see the group on the couch. A beautiful woman with long, black hair and creamy, dark skin stripped completely naked at the command of the enormous, linebacker-sized man sitting at one end of the couch.

  I want to fuck you like an animal.

  They didn’t seem to be part of the group that was already there, but it looked like the twosome was looking to rectify that situation. It was the type of activity that usually took place in the playroom. The motto seemed to lean toward “the more the merrier”.

  You bring me closer to God.

  Travis continued to divide his attention between the pulsing beat of the song, the attractive couple on the couch, and the pale red head on the other side of the room. Such a contrast, yet here in this place, everyone was exactly the same, wanting only one thing: pleasure.

  As it should be.

  I want to fuck you like an animal.

  Tag must’ve sensed his presence because the hair on the back of his neck prickled and when he looked up into those intense green eyes peering at him from several feet away, he couldn’t help but smile. A barely perceptible nod was obviously the man’s way of acknowledging that this was going to happen. Travis was not complaining, that was for sure. Three hours were a long fucking time to drive only to end up disappointed at the end of the night.

  As far as Travis was concerned, the party was just about to get started.

  It didn’t take long for the room to heat several degrees and more clothes to disappear. The group in the corner was by far the boldest in the room: three women standing behind the couch with three men sitting side by side in front of them. One man knelt on the floor at their feet, servicing each of them in turn. If he had to guess, based on the slight discomfort on the faces of all three men, they were straight as an arrow. That didn’t mean they weren’t enjoying the fuck out of being blown by a dude. Not that they would admit as much, but in the same sense, not one of them seemed to be pulling away.

  A blaze of lust splintered in Travis’ bloodstream as he blatantly watched the display. A sudden vision took root in his brain, and he was no longer seeing the group but rather Gage on his knees, his lips wrapped tightly around Travis’ throbbing cock while Kylie stood behind him, her hands wrapped around him as she watched.

  His cock twitched, and he forced himself back to the present. It wasn’t the first time he’d had random thoughts that involved the two of them. At least not since he saw them at Kaleb’s.

  Realizing he needed to get his head back on his shoulders and not off in dream land, Travis turned his attention to McKenna who was standing just a foot away. In the last few minutes, Tag got a little bolder with his
movements and his brawny hands were now cupping McKenna’s beautiful breasts, her silk blouse riding up high on her chest, the black lace of her demi bra peeking between Tag’s splayed fingers.

  Nine Inch Nails morphed into Kings of Leon as Sex on Fire queued up. Well, at least someone was on their game. If nothing else, the music was going to inspire some of the folks tonight. Travis wondered whether that’s what spurred Tag to get a little reckless with his hands. Again, Travis wasn’t complaining because the passion on McKenna’s face was a fucking turn on.

  Moving in closer, Travis kept his eyes focused on Tag’s hands and the rise and fall of McKenna’s chest as she squirmed and moaned beneath his touch.

  “You looking for an audience or participation?”

  When McKenna’s exotic eyes met his, Travis didn’t need to hear her answer. But he wanted to.

  Her breaths were coming hard and fast, and Tag’s cardiovascular system seemed to be getting a workout as well, although the tough, powerful man was playing it off as his hands firmly kneaded McKenna’s soft, plump tits.

  “Answer me, McKenna,” Travis demanded, wanting to ensure she realized he wasn’t here to play games.

  Either this was on or it was off. At this point, it didn’t make a damned bit of difference to him because the room was full of possibilities. Not that he was particularly interested, but Travis knew he could easily find the satisfaction he was looking for. In another five minutes, he’d be committed, and he didn’t want any lingering doubts in McKenna’s mind.

  “Both?” The single word came off as a question and Travis purposely took one step back.

  “Either you’re sure or you’re not. I need to know. Do you want me to watch? Or do you want me to touch you?”

  McKenna’s eyes slid closed as Tag growled low in her ear, his approval evident. The lawyer might be all tough when he had to be, but he was quickly caving to the possibility of where this was going to go.

  “Touch me,” she moaned, opening her eyes and meeting his stare once more.

  Moving closer, Travis eliminated what little space had been between them as he met Tag’s gaze just over McKenna’s shoulder. He wasn’t sure what the parameters of this little sexcapade were, and he needed the limits defined before he touched her.

  “Can I kiss you, McKenna?” Travis asked as he darted his eyes back and forth over each of their faces. He wanted permission from both of them.

  Tag’s subtle nod was the first, followed by McKenna’s breathless “yes” that followed.

  With very little gap between them, Travis leaned in, trapping Tag’s hands between his body and McKenna’s as he tilted his head, allowing his lips to hover over hers.

  “Do you want this show to go on right here? Or do you want to take this somewhere a little more private?” Travis knew this was a monumental step for the couple. And being out in the open like this, he expected them both to be a little more daring, but he wasn’t interested in them doing this because they thought someone was watching. He wanted them doing this because they wanted to. Less of a chance for any regrets later on.

  “Privacy would be nice,” McKenna admitted, her labored breaths fluttering against his lips.

  Damn, he wanted to kiss her if for nothing else than to ensure his mind didn’t start to wander down paths he had no desire to travel. He just wondered if he was going to have to keep his eyes open so he didn’t try to imagine that the lips he was going to kiss belonged to a little caramel haired goddess who had the ability to level him flat with just a smile.

  “Lead the way,” Travis told her and committed himself to what would happen next. No matter what that might be.

  At least for the next hour, he wouldn’t need to think.

  Chapter Four

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  Gage wasn’t quite sure what the hell he was doing. He’d somehow managed to evade everything pertinent in his life for the last few days and yet here he was, waltzing into Club Destiny like his life wasn’t upside down and sideways. It was Tuesday, and he was looking for a way to numb his mind for a little while. At this point, he didn’t even care how he managed to do that, so the club seemed like the perfect answer.

  It also gave him a chance to be someone that he wasn’t for a little while. Here, in this place, he wasn’t Gage Matthews. No, here he was Chance Reed and that little bit of anonymity was exactly what he needed. In his humble opinion, Chance wasn’t nearly as big of an asshole as Gage was.

  He laughed out loud, ignoring the people who looked at him sideways. Yes, if they thought laughing out loud at yourself was awkward, what would they think if they found out he was referring to himself as two different people?

  Dropping onto an empty stool at the bar, he waited for the bartender to make her way around to him. When she did, he ordered a double scotch on the rocks and waited patiently. Keeping his head down, Gage wasn’t interested in seeing what was playing out around him. Between the music and the laughter, he knew it wasn’t anything that would interest him in the least. He couldn’t even bring himself to smile, much less laugh these days.

  He had royally fucked up, and now he was paying the price. Kaleb was more than pissed at him, and he couldn’t say he blamed the guy. The woman he’d been courting for the last couple of months wouldn’t even answer the phone when he called. And then there was Travis, and quite frankly, Gage didn’t even allow himself to think about him. Nothing good was going to come out of it if he did.

  The satisfaction of seeing Travis’ stunned expression when he laid eyes on Kylie – his wife for the last ten years – never came to fruition. In fact, the horror of what Gage had done hit him so hard, he’d buried himself in a bottle of Jack that night all alone at the monstrous, empty farmhouse. As soon as he managed to sleep off the hangover from hell on an uncomfortably small couch, Gage had split. For two days, he drove the open road, never having a single destination in mind but somehow he’d ended up here. In Dallas.

  When his drink was placed in front of him, Gage mumbled his thanks and wrapped his hands around the cool, clear glass. Without thinking, he quickly downed the liquid, reveling in the burn that lit up his chest and the heat that filled his sinuses. Lifting the empty glass to signal another, he waited patiently for the bartender to return. They played that little game for nearly an hour before Gage realized he was suddenly feeling no pain.

  “You going upstairs tonight?”

  The question pulled Gage from his drunken stupor, and he looked up to see Kane Steele wavering in front of him, a crisp white towel sliding back and forth across the bar top in front of his face. Wait, maybe Kane wasn’t the one moving. It very well could be him, Gage thought to himself.

  “What’s going on upstairs?” he slurred, not making the connection because the alcohol had seemingly rendered him ignorant. He smiled like a fool as he replayed his words back in his head, moving his tongue around inside of his mouth because it felt strangely numb.

  “It’s Tuesday.”

  As though that was supposed to mean something to him, Gage tried to fumble through his booze soaked brain cells to locate the little tidbit of information that might make sense. No such luck.

  “Playroom?” Kane said with a grin.

  Ahhh. Well, that explained it. Tuesday night.

  “I’d much prefer hanging out here with the pretty little bartender,” Gage slurred.

  There was a growl and Gage turned from side to side to see where it came from. When he looked back at Kane, the man’s face barely coming into focus, he realized the sound was coming from him.

  Gage tilted his head, studying Kane for a moment. So many things were swimming around in his head, but he finally realized what he’d said. Oh, that’s right. The pretty little bartender was Kane’s woman. Hmmphh. The man was a little possessive. He might want to get that checked.

  “I think you’d be better off upstairs,” Kane urged.

  “Shit, why not. What the hell do I have to lose?” Gage mumbled and pushed his empty glass toward Kane. “One for the roa
d?”

  Kane looked him over as Gage did his best not to sway on his seat. Right. Like that was working.

  He had no idea whether he was successful, but something must’ve convinced Kane because a few seconds later another glass was put in front of him. It took three attempts, but Gage finally managed to retrieve enough cash from his wallet to cover his tab and then some. With a tilt of his head, he grabbed the glass and made his way to the staircase on the far side.

  Hmmm, the room was a little lopsided.

  The smell of sweaty bodies and alcohol hit his nose at the same time the room tipped some more. Gage stopped, not wanting to spill his drink and grabbed onto the rail of the staircase. Looking up at the doors, he wondered if he’d even be able to enter his code to get in. Shit, he wasn’t even sure he’d remember what the damn thing was by the time he got up there.

  Not having anything better to do, he figured he’d give it a shot. What’s the worst that could happen? He’d take a trip down the stairs? Maybe it would knock some sense into him. Lord knows he needed it.

  Ten painfully long minutes later, – hell, it could’ve been an hour, Gage had no idea – the steel doors were closing behind him, and he was stumbling down the dimly lit hallway, using the wall to assist. Yup, the world was spinning like a top on steroids. It seemed fitting. Everything else was out of control at this point, why not his ability to maneuver on solid ground.

  When he rounded the corner, keeping the hallway from turning sideways by leaning his cheek against the wall, Gage noticed three people heading toward him. From this distance and from the booze fogging his eyes, the only thing he could make out was something long and red, and he was transfixed on the sight.

  Moving along the wall, doing his best not to spill what was left of his drink… Ok, no need to worry about the drink, he thought as he downed the rest in one gulp before setting the glass on the floor at his feet.