Gage lifted her chin, and she stared up into lust filled brown eyes. “For the record, I never knew where any key was in the first place, so there wasn’t anything to remember. She’s just messing with you.”
Ok, she couldn’t lie. Knowing that made her feel better. She briefly glanced down at his lips, then back to his eyes. Without another word, his mouth came down on hers. The kiss was one that was meant to stake claim, which suited her just fine. Before she was ready, Gage’s dark, rich flavor was ripped away from her but was quickly replaced by Travis’ familiar taste, laced with promise and a hint of danger.
Ok, well, if anyone was watching them, they surely saw her making out with two guys.
Oops.
“Get in,” Travis ordered when he pried his lips from hers.
Kylie turned, immediately going for the door handle that would allow her to escape into the back seat of the truck, but a big, masculine hand stopped her, urging her toward the front. Resigning herself to whatever they wanted from her, Kylie climbed into the truck, receiving a hard slap on her ass as she went. When she turned back to give whoever had done it a piece of her mind, she was stunned silent as she watched Travis pull Gage in tight to him, their mouths colliding with the same passion and desire she’d tasted from them both just seconds before.
So. Damn. Hot.
Any questions from the audience?
God, she really did hope no one was watching. But not because she cared what they saw, but honestly, Kylie would prefer to keep this action all for her eyes only. Kylie was pretty sure she could be satisfied being a spectator, watching these two men, but she wasn’t interested in sharing them with anyone else. Not tonight anyway.
“I’m driving.” It was a fact, not a request and Travis apparently realized Gage wasn’t going to argue because he headed around to the driver’s side.
Kylie didn’t know which one of them to look at, but since Gage was climbing in beside her, she settled for keeping her eye on him.
“Where are we going?” Kylie asked, suddenly giddy with excitement. If she were right, they’d be picking up where they left off earlier in the shower.
“Your place,” Travis stated. He didn’t ask whether it was all right with her, and Kylie didn’t even think to argue with him. It kinda made sense. Jessie wasn’t going to be home, and really, where else were they gonna go?
In record time, less than an hour later, Travis was pulling Gage’s truck into Kylie’s driveway. The drive had been a long one, filled with a silent sexual tension that could’ve been cut with a knife. Now that they were at their destination, the butterflies in her tummy were starting to stir, getting ready for an all-out assault.
Following Travis, Kylie climbed out of the truck. She went to the garage, keyed in the code that would open the garage door, and then led both men inside. Once she reached the entry to the house, she hit the button on the wall and lowered the door behind them.
Sucking in a deep breath, she walked into the house.
And only made it three steps.
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Fifty four minutes were more than enough time for foreplay. It didn’t matter that fifty three of those had been spent with Travis behind the wheel and Kylie fidgeting in the seat between him and Gage either. Now that they were at her house, he was ready to strip her naked, and…
Travis lost his train of thought as soon as Kylie stepped foot in her house. He rushed her, pushing her up against the closest wall which happened to be in the kitchen. Nice. Later he’d have to have a look around, check things out.
Much later.
With steady hands, he lifted her easily until her instincts took over and she wrapped her arms and legs around him, her mouth crushing down on his in welcome.
Fuck.
Ever since Kylie showed her possessive side, putting the flirty waitress – who Gage apparently did not know intimately, thank God – in her place, he’d been biting his tongue and doing algebra problems in his head just to keep him focused on getting her home and not taking advantage of her right there in the front seat of Gage’s truck.
Oh, but it had been tempting. Tempting as hell.
Travis thrust his hips forward, his cock pressing between the sweet, hot juncture of Kylie’s thighs. He wished they were naked, but he wasn’t sure he could take the time to remove their clothes with any sort of finesse.
Maybe they could just take the edge off. Clothes be damned. Right here against the wall.
When they came up for air, Kylie reached behind Travis, crooking her finger at Gage, and the man came forward, his bulky weight heavy and reassuring against Travis’ back.
Nope. Had to lose the clothes. Needed body heat.
Kylie leaned over Travis’ shoulder, but he couldn’t see what she was doing. By the sexy sounds of tongues and lips working against one another, he could imagine. Here he was, his dick on the verge of exploding, cradled in the warmth between Kylie’s legs, and she was kissing Gage. So fucking hot.
“Better show me the way to the bedroom, or we’re going to do this on your kitchen table,” he warned them.
Kylie had the nerve to laugh and Travis pinched her ass, making her squeal.
“Ok, ok,” she giggled. “That way.” She wasn’t pointing, so he had no idea where she was referring to, but he started walking anyway. The house wasn’t that big.
The little minx wrapped her arms around his neck and proceeded to put her lips on his neck, and… Oh, fuck.
“Baby, at this rate, you’re gonna be lucky I get my cock out of my jeans. Take it easy.”
“Fair is fair. You left a mark on me, I’m just paying you back.”
Mmm. Travis had noticed that sexy little hickey on her neck. He wasn’t sure whether he had put it there or Gage and it really didn’t matter. He hadn’t done that since he was a teenager and wasn’t sure he ever had the desire to do it either. But seeing a mark on her made him want to put more.
In places others wouldn’t see.
Like the inside of her thigh.
Shit.
Travis stumbled but held on to Kylie tight. She was going to make him come in his jeans. Another thing he hadn’t done since he was a teenager.
“You’ve still got a few feet to go before we get there,” she whispered against his throat. Apparently she was all for getting him to blow before he was ready because she chose that moment to press her mouth against his neck, licked him and then bit him. Hard.
Holy. Fucking. Shit.
Travis’ body took over, chewing up the remaining space between where they stood in the hallway, and the room Gage had disappeared into. Agility and poise evaded him as soon as he set his sights on her gigantic bed, causing him to drop her right onto the mattress and eliciting another giggle from her.
“Take the clothes off or I’m ripping them clean off your body.”
The seductive little half smile that came back at him had Travis yanking his own shirt – one he had borrowed from Gage – over his head. He dropped it to the floor and then turned to look at Gage.
“That goes for you too.” Keeping his voice firm, Travis took a step toward him, noticing his shirt was untucked which meant he’d at least heard the warning. “There’re no personal invitations.”
Surprisingly, a teasing grin lifted the very corners of Gage’s lips, and he glanced over Travis’ shoulder. He hoped like hell the man was looking at a naked woman. And then Gage was on the move, his shirt coming off and dropping to the floor beside Travis’ as he closed the distance between them.
“The same goes for you,” Gage warned. “You’ve got as many clothes on as I do.”
Now that was one problem Travis was more than happy to solve. Without haste, he toed off his boots and kicked them to the side, his jeans were the next to go, and he took his boxers with them to avoid wasting any more time.
“Happy?” he asked Gage. His ego inflated as Gage stood before him, seemingly riveted by his body. The way his brown eyes darkened, the hunger palpable, felt as though he’d
been injected with power.
And then it was Gage’s turn to lose the jeans and boots and Travis found him in the same position Gage had been. Staring at the man, admiring the taut, bronze skin, the shifting planes of muscle across his chest, the flexing cords through his arms. The man was spectacular.
And then he was gone.
Shit.
Travis turned in time to see Gage crawling across the mattress, all masculine grace as he loomed right over a very naked Kylie. He was stunned motionless as he watched Gage ease his body over hers. He managed to see her beautiful alabaster skin, her gorgeous breasts tipped a dusky rose for mere seconds before she was covered entirely by a sexy, mouthwatering man.
They were fucking gorgeous together.
“No personal invitations, remember,” Gage growled, a subtle reminder that he was standing there like an idiot.
He could’ve been knocked upside the head with a brick, but Travis was rendered entirely fucking immobile. It was as though he had no idea what to do and wasn’t that the fucking biggest joke to be played on him. Travis didn’t usually falter, he didn’t normally hesitate, yet here he was, unabashedly transfixed by how incredibly beautiful these two people were.
Hard against soft.
Masculine versus feminine.
Danger contrasted by caution.
“Come here.” Kylie’s gentle voice beckoned him, and Travis took a tentative step toward the bed, suddenly feeling as though this were his first time and he wasn’t sure how to proceed.
Placing one knee on the mattress, Travis leaned over, holding himself up with his arms as he eased up beside them, his arm brushing Gage’s.
As Kylie lay beneath Gage, one of her soft, cool hands came up to caress Travis’ cheek as she looked at him. Gage shifted, falling to her side so that she was between them on her back.
“I’m thinking one of you should kiss me now,” she mentioned, grinning as though she knew a secret and they’d been purposely left out. When neither of them moved, Kylie looked directly at him and whispered, “Kiss me, Travis.”
And he did. Oh, how he did. Travis got lost in the enchanting taste of her, the feel of her soft skin against his hard chest. The room smelled like lavender and vanilla, teasing his senses as she teased his tongue with deft, compassionate licks.
When Kylie moved, Travis followed, his mouth never breaking free of hers. Once she was propped up on the pillows, he released her mouth, staring down at her, his chest tightening painfully, a flurry of uncertainty stirring in his stomach. What was about to happen next would not be undone. No matter what Travis feared would happen, when this night was through, he wouldn’t be able to walk away from either of them. He just didn’t want them to know that yet. He was scared to death to even accept it himself.
He had never believed that this was in his future. No matter what he’d prayed for night after night. And he wasn’t referring to the threesome either. He’d had plenty of those. But this was different. Kylie and Gage were different. This was… more.
Gage’s big body moved into Travis’ field of vision once again, and he eased back over to one side of Kylie, his gaze raking over the hard muscled chest now reclining in the same position Travis was in. With Kylie between them, now comfortable on her frilly pillows, Travis tried to figure out just what he was supposed to do but he was stripped bare, every emotion he’d ever hidden suddenly begging for release, and it scared the shit out of him.
“I want this,” Kylie whispered as though he needed to be reassured. “I absolutely want this.”
So did he. Desperately. But his brain wasn’t picking up on the clues that his body was sending. His arms and legs should be moving, his mouth was supposed to be relearning her curves, but he was stone still.
Gage leaned over Kylie’s prone form, his mouth hovering just inches from Travis’, startling him for a second as he tried to figure out what to do, where to put his hands. Shit, he couldn’t sit here like a fool, hoping that he wasn’t about to have a nervous breakdown.
Then Gage kissed him.
Oh, hell yes.
Firm but gentle, his smooth, warm lips pressed against his and Travis closed his eyes, tilting his head and opening his mouth until their tongues met. It was exquisite and terrifying at the same time. Making love wasn’t an unusual concept for Travis – after all, he’d been in love with Kylie, and they’d made love more times than he could count when they were together. But this… Sure, he’d been in a wide range of threesomes but never had it been like this.
Once again there was movement, and suddenly Travis was the one on his back, Gage kneeling over him, one muscular leg trapped between both of Travis’, while Gage’s hard, smooth cock brushed against his thigh.
“Fuck,” Travis exhaled sharply. “I don’t –” Travis clamped his mouth shut before he could admit that he didn’t know how to handle this situation. It was too much for him. Too much feeling, too many things running through his head.
“Close your eyes,” Gage ordered and Travis lowered his lids. “Don’t open them until I tell you.”
Travis went back to holding his breath, Gage’s body shifting off of him and much lighter weight coming down over him.
Kylie.
He reached for her, gliding his fingers through the long, silky strands of her hair while he kept his eyes closed painfully tight. Soft, gentle kisses trailed blazing heat across his chest, slowly moving south. Her mouth paused by his nipple, her tongue darting out to lick him, followed by a warm puff of air. His entire body tingled.
Strong, rough hands planted on his thighs and Travis’ entire lower body surged up from the bed in response. Just the feel of Gage’s skin touching his set him off like a lit fuse to a pyrotechnics display.
Nope, there was absolutely no way he was making it through this unscathed.
Not that he would have ever believed he would.
Chapter Thirty
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Truth be told, Gage would’ve never predicted that Travis would get caught up in the emotion. Enough so that he was glassy eyed and confused.
He kinda liked it.
Knowing that the man with the bullet proof heart could get tongue tied and, yes, nervous, was a relief.
But, as much as he wanted to dissect Travis’ reactions, Gage was much more interested in touching him. He’d been limited in the shower earlier, overwhelmed by what Kylie and Travis had been doing to him that he hadn’t had much opportunity.
He had it now.
With Kylie kneeling beside Travis, her tongue teasing and tormenting him as she trailed over his chest, Gage placed his palms on Travis’ wide muscled thighs, focusing on the thick shaft laying heavy and hard against his stomach. Gage was more than willing, way past ready to divulge, his mouth itching with the need to taste Travis. Between the possessive, defensive response that Kylie had to Ellie, the waitress at Moonshiners, and Travis’ uncharacteristic nervousness, Gage was ready to take this to an entirely different level.
There was no room in his head for thoughts of anything else that had happened that day. And for that he was grateful.
There was so much going on right there in Kylie’s bedroom, nothing else seemed important. The lust and desire was dense in the cool air. But there was also something else. It was as though a portal had been opened, and the three of them were being lured by their hearts, rather than just their bodies. It was going to be explosive, that was a given, but Gage felt a strange surge of need warring inside of him. What happened in the shower back at his house was a precursor to this cataclysmic encounter he just prayed he survived.
As Kylie continued trailing kisses down Travis’ ridged stomach, getting closer and closer to his throbbing sex, Gage massaged Travis’ thighs as he watched. She was so fucking beautiful, so damn sensual and he didn’t even think she knew it. That’s what made it all the more intense.
When his eyes met Kylie’s, he smiled. Time to kick it up a notch and with Travis at his mercy, Gage was more than willing to take control. In f
act, he was desperate to do so.
“Move up closer to his head and turn around,” Gage directed. Her eyebrow tipped up in question, but she didn’t say anything. She pushed to her knees and crawled up near the headboard, facing away from him. “Go on. I want you to watch while I suck him, but I want his tongue buried inside of you while I do. And I want to be able to see your beautiful face.”
Kylie nodded as though he needed to know she was in agreement, and that’s when Travis engaged, his arms darting out over and around her hips, twisting her until she was facing Gage, and then pulling her so that she had no choice but to straddle Travis’ head or fall on top of him. Once she was situated, Gage moved in between Travis’ legs, forcing them farther apart so he could kneel comfortably.
“Put your hands on the headboard. And don’t release it until I tell you to.” Gage gave Kylie a wicked grin, thoroughly enjoying the rush of power. “That’s it. Spread them all the way out and grip the edges.” To know that he had both of them at his mercy was a heady rush and he found that he liked it.
Rightfully so, Gage wasn’t usually the one in control. Too many times he’d been the one taking direction. Not tonight.
Kylie’s soft moan echoed through the room, and Gage glanced down between her legs, seeing Travis’ chin jutting upward as he went to work licking her.
Shit. So much hotter than he expected. Kylie was astride Travis’ head, her knees buried in the mattress, her toned thighs gripping the sides of Travis’ face and he was eating her like a starving man.
Because he couldn’t resist, Gage leaned down, sliding his tongue up the entire length of Travis’ straining cock from root to tip, teasing the slit briefly before reversing. He growled, deep in his chest as Travis’ taste exploded on his tongue, his head suddenly light as a wave of passion crashed through him.
Another growl tore free, but this time it was Travis, which in turn triggered Kylie to moan as the vibration must have ricocheted against her pussy.
Gage thought about looking up, but he refused to take his mouth from Travis’ cock, so he settled for listening to her pleasure rather than seeing it. His peripheral vision allowed him a small glimpse of Kylie slowly grinding her hips down on Travis’ mouth. He knew if he looked up, he’d see her hands gripping the headboard and her lovely tits thrusting toward him.
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