Because Naughty Holidays Can Be Oh So Nice 2015

by Nicole Edwards

“You like that?” Kylie asked.

  “Love it,” he mumbled. “So fucking much.”

  More than she would ever realize.

  “Good.” She smiled, her teeth flashing in the dim light from the lamps by the bed. “’Cause we’re just getting started.”

  He really liked the sound of that.

  However, when a good ten minutes had passed, Travis was ready to buck off the bed; his body was strung so tight he could hardly breathe. They’d assaulted him with pleasure, using only their hands and their mouths. It was too much but not nearly enough. And it wasn’t fucking easy not ordering them what to do. It was the way he was programed and they knew it. Only he’d placed himself in their hands tonight, and he didn’t want to change that.

  So, for now, he’d have to rein in his patience.

  A feat that wasn’t nearly as easy as it sounded.

  ALTHOUGH GAGE LOVED the sexy dominant side of Travis, he couldn’t complain about this, either. For Travis to put himself in their hands… It said a lot about his love for them. Not that they’d ever hurt him, but Gage knew how hard it was for Travis to relinquish control of anything. But he was doing a fairly good job.

  Wrapping his lips around Travis’s dick, Gage leaned down and took him as far as he could. He’d had to slow down, not wanting to push Travis over the edge just yet. After all, he did have some other ideas on what he wanted to do to Travis tonight. And that included fucking his ass until Travis was begging for more.

  But first, he wanted to play.

  After a few minutes of sucking him steadily, Gage released Travis’s cock from his mouth, then slid off the bed and retrieved a couple of things from the dresser drawer. He didn’t bother trying to hide them, either.

  Travis growled when he saw the items, as Gage expected he would.

  Joining them once again, Kylie took the lubricant and the prostate massager from Gage, preparing it for use. With the vibrating cock ring in hand, Gage worked it over Travis’s softening cock, then began working Travis’s dick again, watching his face as the pleasure registered.

  “Damn,” Travis growled when Gage hit the button to turn on the vibration.

  “Good?”

  “Mmmhmm,” Travis groaned, his eyes locked on the sight between his legs.

  Gage continued to jack him off while Kylie got the prostate massager in position, slowly working it into Travis’s ass.

  Travis bent his knee, widening his legs, giving Kylie more room to play. More moans escaped him as he writhed on the bed, completely at the mercy of the pleasure. They continued to tease him until sweat beaded on Travis’s forehead and his breaths rasped in and out of his lungs.

  “More,” Travis pleaded. “Need more.”

  “Gettin’ there, baby,” Kylie crooned to him.

  She worked the slim, vibrating wand in Travis’s ass, just as they’d showed her, hitting that perfect spot and making Travis’s stomach muscles flex from the sensations. Travis’s dick swelled and pulsed in his hand, pre-cum leaking. Leaning down, Kylie sucked the thick, swollen head into her mouth, humming as she did. Gage knew Travis would be overwhelmed by all the vibrations, but Gage was impressed because Travis held his own, never moving his hands from behind his head.

  While he continued to stroke the steely length of Travis’s shaft, Gage took his own dick in hand, working himself to the same rhythm. He was eager to feel Travis’s body clasped around him, milking his dick until neither of them could take any more.

  “Don’t,” Travis bit out through clenched teeth. “Don’t … make me come yet.”

  Gage stopped stroking him, and Kylie released him from her mouth.

  “What do you want?” Kylie asked after pulling the wand out and tossing it aside.

  She crawled over Travis, straddling his hips.

  True to form, Travis’s patience had clearly run out. He flipped Kylie over, then drove himself deep while Gage watched. Reaching for the lube, he coated his cock thoroughly, barely holding back. While they’d worked Travis into a frenzy, they’d both been affected just as much.

  And now Gage was gearing up for the ride.

  KYLIE’S BACK BOWED as Travis filled her with one swift jerk of his hips. She grabbed his shoulders, her nails digging into the skin covering the thick, hard muscles that flexed beneath her touch.

  “Fuck yes,” Travis hissed through clenched teeth. “Feet on my shoulders.”

  Kylie smiled up at him as he held himself still above her. She worked her legs up between his arms and rested her feet on his shoulders. Bent in half, Kylie took slow, deep breaths as Travis shifted over her, making the position more comfortable.

  His gaze locked with hers as he said, “Better?”

  She nodded.

  The mattress dipped, and she could see Gage moving behind Travis, who remained completely still above her, lodged to the hilt inside her. She wanted to move, wanted to encourage him to fuck her, but she knew he wouldn’t until he was ready, so she relaxed.

  “Ahh, yeah,” Gage groaned. “So fucking tight.”

  Travis ground his hips, and Kylie felt the clit stimulator from the cock ring he wore vibrating against her. Another adjustment and she was crying out as the vibration hit its intended target.

  “Fuck me,” Travis growled, glancing over his shoulder at Gage. “Hard.”

  Kylie could tell he was hanging on by a thread, and she knew exactly how he felt. Teasing Travis and Gage was something she enjoyed immensely, though they didn’t allow her the pleasure often. Nope, her husbands were very attentive, and they generally turned their focus on her. So tonight had been a pleasant surprise.

  Travis’s hips began to move, Gage’s forceful thrusts pushing Travis deeper inside her while Kylie rocked her hips. She loved the way Travis felt inside her, but for some reason, when they were like this, it was always better.

  Once again, Travis stilled and Gage picked up the pace. Kylie cupped Travis’s face in her hands while Gage fucked his ass ruthlessly. She wanted to kiss him, but the position wouldn’t allow it, so she rocked her hips, driving herself closer to orgasm with every press of the vibration against her clit.

  It wouldn’t take much to send her over, but she knew Travis was going to hold back until Gage came. He always did.

  “Tight,” Gage groaned. “So tight.”

  His hips were slamming against Travis’s ass, and Kylie’s body was absorbing the impact. It was a sweet assault, but she needed more, and she didn’t want to wait. Releasing Travis’s face, she planted her palms flat on the mattress, trying to move against him, but he held her in place with his body above hers.

  “Not yet, baby,” he said, his eyes glazed with desire. She knew he was close, knew he was working to hold back.

  “Gonna come, Trav,” Gage roared.

  “Come,” Travis pleaded.

  A few more jerky thrusts and the bodies above her stilled, but that only lasted a heartbeat. Then Gage fell to the mattress beside them, his hand cupping her breast as Travis shifted onto his knees and began fucking her hard and fast.

  She locked her eyes with his, watching for that moment when he hit the point of no return. Gage’s hand traveled lower, and she felt his rough fingers on her clit, and that was her tipping point. Unable to hold back any longer, she closed her eyes as the pleasure built to a crescendo, then slammed through her at the same time Travis drove deep, his dick pulsing as he came.

  It took several minutes before she could catch her breath, and by the time she did, both men had retreated to the bathroom. She heard the shower turn on at the same time Gage returned with a washcloth. As usual, she blushed as he cleaned her so gently, his lips finding hers.

  “Love you,” he whispered.

  “Love you, too,” she told him.

  She must have drifted off to sleep, because she briefly came to when Travis and Gage joined her in the bed. Travis spooned behind her, wrapping her in his strong arms, his warm breath fanning her neck.

  “Love you, baby,” he said softly.

&n
bsp; “Love you, too,” she replied, dozing again.

  “Love you, Gage,” Travis said, his voice a little louder.

  “Love you,” Gage responded.

  Kylie managed to keep from drifting off, but just barely. “So, are y’all done with the surprises yet?”

  “As far as the decorations go?” Gage asked.

  “Mmmhmm,” she mumbled.

  “Yes,” Travis assured her.

  “But as for other surprises…” Gage placed his arm over her.

  “What other surprises?” she slurred.

  “You’ll just have to wait and see, baby,” Travis murmured softly against her ear. “It’s not Christmas yet.”

  With that, she allowed herself to succumb to sleep, drifting off with the knowledge that these two men would forever be the best surprises she could ever get, and as she placed her hand over her stomach, she smiled to herself, because little did they know but she had a surprise in store for them, as well.

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  I hope you enjoyed spending the holidays with Travis, Kylie and Gage, as well as the rest of the Walker brothers. It was a wild ride, but something I always expect from them. If you’re interested in more from the Alluring Indulgence series you can read more about the Walker brothers here.

  Currently Available in the Alluring Indulgence series:

  Kaleb

  Zane

  Travis

  Holidays with the Walker Brothers

  Ethan

  Braydon

  Sawyer

  Brendon

  You can find all of Nicole’s books, along with links, at the back of this book or on her website.

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  RT and Z: Gift Dilemma

  Sniper 1 Security

  RT and Z

  (from NEVER SAY NEVER: Sniper 1 Security, 2)

  Chapter One

  SITTING IN HIS office, staring at his computer screen, Ryan Trexler wanted to pull his hair out.

  One week.

  One freaking week until Christmas and he still hadn’t bought Z a gift. No matter how hard he tried, he didn’t know what to get him. And it was driving him fucking crazy.

  Why wasn’t there a Google search that would tell him the best present to buy the man he loved? Hell, he could practically Google anything else he wanted, but not this. Oh, sure, he’d found article after article of suggestions—most of them involving jewelry—but nothing that even came close to what Ryan was hoping to find. Anyone who knew Z knew he didn’t wear jewelry. Well, nothing more than his wedding band, anyway.

  “Ugh,” Ryan grumbled, closing his laptop lid, stopping short of slamming the damn thing shut.

  A knock on his office door had him looking up in time to see Z waltzing in. Why the man even bothered to knock was beyond him. If Ryan really wanted to keep Z out, he would have to lock the door.

  Not that he wanted to.

  “Hey,” Z greeted, his face softening the instant he met Ryan’s gaze.

  God, he loved this man. More and more every single day.

  “Hey,” Ryan replied, some of the tension from the day easing out of his shoulders from the mere sight of Z. “You ready to go?”

  Z nodded, then came around and perched on the edge of Ryan’s desk. “Whenever you are.”

  “I’m done here,” Ryan admitted. He hadn’t actually been working for the past hour, but Z didn’t need to know that.

  “Wanna grab some dinner?”

  Ryan leaned back in his chair and studied Z, noticing the way his eyelids were at half-mast, his lips curved up slightly. He looked like he was ready to slam Ryan up against the wall and fuck his brains out. Wouldn’t have been the first time they’d had sex in Ryan’s office.

  And didn’t that just sound like heaven right this moment. It would at least give Ryan a minute or two not to worry about the most important thing that would happen to him all year.

  Christmas.

  This was his first Christmas with Z as a married couple. He was obligated to buy him a gift, but not just any gift. An amazing gift. A phenomenal gift. Something that would blow Z’s mind and make him think about RT for the entire next year.

  “Dinner’s good,” Ryan said with a sigh. “What were you thinkin’?”

  “You,” Z replied softly, that devilish smirk transforming his face.

  “Maybe if you’re good,” Ryan told him, getting to his feet.

  “I’m always good,” Z countered. “At least that’s the impression I get when you’re screaming my name and begging for more.”

  Ryan blushed. It was something he found he did often when around Z. The man knew just what to do to embarrass him, even if they were the only two people in the room.

  Even if what he said was true.

  “Come on,” Ryan grumbled. “Let’s get food, then go home and go to bed.”

  “Hopefully not to sleep,” Z noted, following Ryan as he headed toward the door. “’Cause I’m not the least bit tired right now.”

  Of course he wasn’t. Z had the stamina of a damn long-distance runner. On crack.

  Not that Ryan wasn’t able to keep up. He didn’t have a problem, but he still enjoyed giving Z a hard time about it.

  AN HOUR AND a half later, after having dinner at Denny’s, a place Ryan had recently learned was one of Z’s favorites—the man had a penchant for breakfast any and all times of the day—they headed home.

  For the time being, they were living in Ryan’s house on the Kogan/Trexler compound until they found a house they both liked. They’d since sold Z’s portion of the warehouse that he and Trace had shared to Trace and Marissa. Ryan’s sister and brother-in-law had been more than happy to take it off their hands, telling Ryan they had plans to renovate for the growing family they planned to have.

  Turned out that buying a house wasn’t high on Ryan’s or Z’s priority list at the moment. Work was taking up a majority of their time as they worked through the changes Ryan had implemented, creating the new positions as well as dealing with a relatively new acquisition that had come to light in recent weeks. They were still working on the logistics, but it appeared as though the staff at Sniper 1 Security was about to grow, as was their business. Which, for Ryan, was definitely a good thing.

  So, for now, Z had moved his things in with Ryan, and they were living comfortably in the two bedrooms they had. The second bedroom had been modified somewhat so that Z could have some office space of his own, which Ryan found out after they’d moved things around was for a treadmill. Not a desk. A freaking treadmill. According to Z, he did his best work away from the house, unless, of course, they were talking about sex, then Z insisted he did his best work wherever they were at that moment.

  Ryan couldn’t argue with him there.

  Once inside, Ryan made his way to the kitchen after tossing his jacket on the back of the couch and looking over his shoulder to see Z pick it up, place it on a hanger, and then put it in the coat closet. Granted, it hadn’t been a coat closet until Z had moved in. Ryan simply wasn’t that organized.

  Or, rather, he hadn’t been until Z had come along and restructured his life. He had to admit, it was kind of nice.

  “I’m gonna take a shower,” Z told him, stopping in the living room.

  “’Kay,” Ryan responded.

  “I expect you to be in the bed, naked, when I get out.”

  Ryan smiled. “Is that an order?”

  “Damn straight it is.” With that, Z headed down the hall toward their bedroom.

  As he stood there in the kitchen, Ryan’s smile grew. Yeah, for the past few months, his life had certainly changed in so many ways. And thanks to Z, he didn’t have a single complaint.

  Z MADE QUICK work of showering, shaving, and brushing his teeth. After flipping off the lights, he came out of the bathroom to find RT in bed, propped up against the headboard with his iPad in hand.

  “Unless you’re watchin’ porn, that thing’s gotta go,” he told him, keeping his eyes
locked on RT’s as his husband peered over. The way RT’s intense ice-blue gaze roamed over Z’s naked body made his dick stir to life.

  To his surprise, RT instantly tucked the iPad away in the nightstand, then turned his full attention on Z.

  “Damn,” Z mumbled with a grin. “I thought for sure that was porn.”

  “What do I need porn for?” RT asked.

  “Everyone needs porn,” he countered.

  “Not when they’ve got you waltzing around naked and proud.”

  Z struck a pose and RT laughed, as he’d hoped he would.

  “Get over here,” RT commanded, patting the bed.

  Z slid in beneath the blankets, meeting RT in the middle of their oversized king bed. They were both big men, so Z had insisted that they get a new bed—one much sturdier than the one RT had previously—when he’d moved in so they’d have plenty of room to roll around … er … to sleep.

  Curling up against RT, Z sighed. “You’re warm.”

  “Want me to warm you up?”

  “Damn skippy.” He laughed when RT slid beneath the blankets.

  That laughter died instantly when RT’s warm hand curled around his dick, stroking him slowly, firmly.

  “Oh, yeah,” Z moaned. “Wrap your lips around me.”

  RT’s exquisite mouth slid over the sensitive head of Z’s dick, and he sucked in a breath. Damn, that felt good. For a few minutes, he relished the feel of RT’s mouth on him. It didn’t take long before he was, in fact, warmed up. Once his skin heated, he shoved the blankets down, revealing RT lying between his legs, fisting Z’s cock while sucking him at the same time.

  “You look so good when you do that,” Z told RT, sliding his fingers into RT’s silky blond hair. “But I can’t let you have all the fun.”

  Z managed to turn the tables, so to speak, flipping RT onto his back so that Z was straddling his head and leaning over RT’s hips, staring down at the huge cock waiting for him. He focused on driving RT mad, slowly sucking him between his lips, using his tongue to follow the vein down to RT’s balls before sucking them into his mouth and growling.

  “Fuck,” RT hissed, bucking his hips.