He loved when she screamed like that. He wanted her to get loud enough to raise the roof, to inform the world exactly who owned her pleasure.
Switching, he lapped at her clit with relentless flicks of his tongue while plunging two fingers inside her, letting her muscles tighten as her orgasm erupted, her thighs clamping down around his head and holding him in place.
As she began to relax, he eased up, savoring the taste of her, but trying not to torment her – or himself – any longer.
“Now it’s my turn,” he said, pushing to his full height as he gripped his t-shirt behind his head and pulled it up and off before quickly shedding his jeans.
V looked almost peaceful as she stared up at him, a satisfied smile on her beautiful lips. Yep, he loved this damned pool table. Considering he couldn’t beat her at pool, he damn sure had to find his satisfaction somehow, and this certainly was one of the best ways to do that.
Lining his cock up against her entrance, Zane gripped his shaft and eased into her slowly, watching as her eyes closed, her mouth fell open. If the sensation was even remotely as intense for her as it was for him, he couldn’t blame her for trying to block everything else out. It was all he could do to maintain his grip on his sanity when he plunged deep inside her body, becoming one with this incredible woman. The woman he loved. The one who owned him – heart and soul.
“Tight,” he groaned through gritted teeth. “And wet.”
V opened her eyes and smiled, gifting him with the most magnificent gift a man could ever ask for. “I love you,” she whispered.
Pulling her hips closer to the edge of the table, he cushioned her butt on his hands to keep the edge from digging into her skin as he slowly penetrated her, then pulled out.
“I love you more,” he whispered, his eyes threatening to close as her fiery heat engulfed him, milking him while her muscles held him firmly in place. “God, baby, you feel so good.”
“I was thinking the same thing,” she giggled.
Her muscles tensed with her laughter, making him snap his teeth together as he fought the impending climax that had been patiently sitting dormant all damn day.
“I’ve got to fuck you now,” he warned her as he slid out, ensuring the engorged head remained nestled within her warm depths before he slammed into her again.
Luckily his hands were big because he had to latch his thumbs over her hips to hold her in place and still cushion her ass as he lifted her slightly. The angle was more than perfect, her tight sheath stroking him as he hurried his pace, thrusting forward hard and then slowly retreating. He didn’t know which was more erotic, watching his cock slide deep inside of her body, or watching her gorgeous tits as they swayed, that red and black bra barely containing them and doing little to keep them from sensually shifting back and forth with each thrust.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, V,” he said, his release building, his balls tightening and that telltale tingle starting at the base of his spine. “Fuck,” he groaned as he slammed into her hard, holding her in place.
As sweat broke out on his forehead, Zane concentrated all of his efforts on sending her into hyperspace, worried that he was going to freefall before he ever sent her over. “Come for me, V. Come all over my fucking cock.”
V’s pussy gripped him, threatening his resolve, but Zane refused to…
“Fuck yes! Zane!”
Now that was more like it.
Without conscious thought, Zane came with a vicious rush, holding V’s hips still, his body jerking, spasming as he spent himself inside of her.
As he came down from that intensely satisfying sexual high, he grinned down at his woman and smiled. “Have I mentioned how much I love you?”
V flashed him another sexy grin. “You have. But you’re more than welcome to tell me as often as you like.”
Chapter Four
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Gage
Saturday after Thanksgiving
Gage was beyond exhausted, and the holiday season had just begun. He actually wanted to be enjoying his Saturday at home, except, somehow Kylie had managed to convince him and Travis to go hunting for a Christmas tree on the same day everyone else was out looking for one. Did she come along to supervise? Of course not. Something about needing to get some work done. What he figured she was really trying to say was that she wanted to get the two of them out of the house for a little while.
So that meant they were snapping pictures and sending them to her, in hopes that she would approve of at least one of the trees that they managed to find at a little roadside stand just outside of Coyote Ridge.
Since she hadn’t been thrilled with any of them so far, Travis had informed him that they had one more place to try. And if she didn’t like one of those, he was going to Walmart and grabbing a fake one that she’d just have to deal with. Travis’ exact words.
So, as Gage moved through the rows of trees at what he hoped was their last stop of the afternoon, he was only half seeing what they had in stock. Mostly he was watching as Travis moved easily through the forest of green that would eventually grace someone’s living room as they awaited Christmas Day.
Gage just wanted to go home.
“Fucking hell,” Gage groaned. “Why won’t this one do?”
Travis turned around to face him, causing Gage to stop suddenly or slam into him as they passed yet another perfectly acceptable Christmas tree. Before he knew what was happening, Travis’ hand snaked out, sliding behind his neck as he pulled him close.
Without warning – ok, maybe there was a little warning based on how close Travis got – his lover slammed his mouth down on his and eagerly stole a kiss. Grabbing Travis’ shirt, Gage twisted his hands in the soft cotton, pulling him closer as he sought the one thing that would at least take the edge off of his frustration temporarily.
“God, you taste good,” he moaned softly into Travis’ mouth.
“If there weren’t little kids around, I’d shove you to your knees and bury my cock in your mouth,” Travis breathed roughly against his ear when he pulled back.
“Well, that’s more incentive to find the damned tree and go home.”
Linking his fingers with Gage’s, Travis pulled him along as they continued through the trees at the far end of the lot.
“This one’ll do,” Travis said when they came upon another bristly green tree that looked just like every other one they had looked at.
“Want me to take a pic?” Gage offered as he reached for his cell phone.
“Nope.” Travis stared at the tree, then turned to face Gage. “Don’t move.”
Within minutes, Travis was back with one of the attendants and they were putting the moves on the tree to get it prepared to take a trip down the highway.
Once they’d paid up and were back in the truck, Gage put it in gear and pulled out of the relatively empty parking lot. “She’s gonna kick your ass, you know that, right?”
“I’m sure she will, but we’ll deal with that when we get home.”
Gage shot a quick glance at Travis and grinned. Yeah, he was pretty sure he understood exactly how Travis intended to “deal” with Kylie.
And he couldn’t fucking wait.
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Kylie
Kylie dropped her phone back onto the table and smiled. She wasn’t sure exactly how much longer she’d be able to stall them, but considering the sales she’d seen, she knew she had to get them out of her hair long enough to make an effort to find something for them for Christmas.
She’d already received Gage’s opinion on the matter loud and clear. He wasn’t at all thrilled about being sent out on a Saturday in search of a Christmas tree, but it had been the only idea she could come up with at the time. Honestly, at least half of the pictures they’d sent her already were trees she would’ve been fine with. Only then, she wouldn’t have time to continue her internet search.
At the moment, she was chatting with one of the sales people at the big box electronics store, hoping to ge
t just the thing for Gage. It wasn’t that she knew exactly what it was she was searching for, but she had a decent idea.
Another text came in, and she grabbed her phone to read the screen.
Found it. On the way home.
Wait. What?
How did they find one? She hadn’t given them go ahead to come home.
Glancing down at the sales ads lining the kitchen table, she knew she had to hurry.
Crap, crap, crap.
Running to the coffee machine, she started a fresh pot, intending to appear relaxed when they got home. After all, she didn’t want them to know what she’d been up to.
After sliding all of the ads into a pile and shoving them into the bottom cabinet where they kept the blender and the hand mixers that no one ever used, she rushed back to get her coffee.
By the time she was camped out on the couch, the television on and a cup of coffee by her side, she was sweating. Next time she’d have to be a little more prepared. It didn’t surprise her that her men had finally given up on her and picked out a tree on their own. She could practically feel Gage’s tension in his texts.
Taking a sip of her coffee and getting comfortable on the couch, she smiled to herself. She’d just have to make it up to him.
But, as another idea came to her, maybe she could make him work a little more for it.
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Travis
“Move it where?” Gage asked several hours later, clearly exasperated by Kylie’s constant need to move the Christmas tree – now strung with lights, but lacking ornaments – from one corner to another.
As if the afternoon hadn’t been taxing enough.
“Over there,” Kylie instructed and Travis opted to step back – several paces at that – to get out of the path of destruction that might just take place if she didn’t settle on one place and stick with it. It’d been a long time since Travis had seen Gage strung this tight.
It might be entertaining to watch Gage lose his patience, but Travis knew there was only so far the cop could be pushed before he snapped like a twig. But he was sexy as fucking hell doing it, so Travis didn’t mind watching from time to time.
“Again? We just moved it from over there,” Gage huffed.
“Yes, but I want to try it again,” she informed him, her hands on her hips and her pert little nose sticking up as though she were the alpha and they were just her servants.
The thought made Travis grin.
As he watched the chaos ensue, he figured he needed to get more comfortable. And what better way than to plop his ass down on the couch with a cold one. It didn’t take him long to slip into the kitchen, grab a beer from the fridge and sneak back. Neither of them ever even noticed he had left.
Kylie moved back a few feet, studying the corner where the tree now stood – somewhat lopsided thanks to Gage’s impatience with the whole thing.
“What if we mo–”
Before Kylie could get the question out, Travis set his beer on the side table and grabbed her around the waist, pulling her down onto his lap. Taken entirely by surprise, Kylie squealed and then started laughing.
“What if we do something different besides rearrange the living room a hundred times?” he asked, his arms wrapped firmly around her waist, her arms trapped at her sides.
“Like what?” she asked sweetly. “Y’all want to clean? The kitchen could use a good scrubbing. Or maybe the bathrooms.”
Digging his fingers into her side, Travis tickled her, making her giggle as she tried to get away. When Kylie started to squirm, Travis tilted his hips upward, effectively letting her grind that gorgeous ass right over his excited cock.
“Damn, baby,” he groaned. “Keep doing that, and I won’t care if you ever even get your clothes off.”
Kylie stopped moving instantly. At first, Travis thought it was due to his comment, but then he looked around her to see Gage standing just a few inches away, his jeans pushed to his thighs and his cock jutting out from his body.
Damn, the man was so fucking hot. His cock was long and thick as he stroked himself slowly, his gaze intent on Kylie as he moved closer to them.
“Suck me,” Gage ordered, his tone dripping with authority. “Don’t let her go, Travis.”
Yes, sir, Travis thought to himself as he pushed up to a sitting position, his chest pressed against Kylie’s back.
Travis wouldn’t have been able to look away if he was forced to. He wanted to reach out and touch Gage, wrap his fist around the swollen shaft and stroke him hard and fast. Licking his lips involuntarily, Travis leaned forward, his lips close to Kylie’s ear.
“Suck him, baby. I want to watch while he fucks your mouth,” Travis encouraged, keeping his arms banded around her, although she had ceased moving. This right here... It made all the hassle of looking for the perfect tree worth it.
“Make me.” Kylie dared him. Had she not chuckled, her laughter vibrating against his groin, Travis might’ve thought she was serious.
“My pleasure,” Gage growled, sliding his hand into her hair and pulling her forward as he brushed the engorged head of his cock against her lips.
Travis watched. As a matter of fact, he sat motionless as Gage slid his thick shaft deep into Kylie’s mouth, his hand gripping her hair gently, holding her perfectly still. Kylie let Gage control her movements, her tongue sliding over the head, lapping at the pre-cum that had already formed there before sucking him fully into her mouth.
Travis groaned.
“Ahhh, damn, baby.” Gage moaned his pleasure, his attention focused solely on where Kylie’s lips were wrapped around his dick. “I love your mouth on me. That’s it, suck me. Fuck.”
Travis’ cock stirred, his stomach muscles tightening with excitement. When he dared meet Gage’s eyes, he saw the unbridled lust darkening his sexy brown eyes.
That’s when Gage looked at him and stopped moving.
“Now your turn,” Gage said gruffly, pulling his cock free of Kylie’s mouth.
Travis smirked, keeping his arms wrapped tightly around Kylie. “Make me.”
“Awww, fuck,” Gage roared, letting go of Kylie and damn near plowing her over in his haste to get to Travis.
Kylie laughed and fell off of Travis’ lap, watching them as Gage all but climbed over him.
Pinned to the couch with two hundred plus pounds of determined sexy male on top of him, Travis let Gage have his way. Letting his head fall back onto the couch cushion, he waited until Gage got situated, practically standing on the couch, one leg on each side of Travis’ body as he forced his cock past his lips.
Travis didn’t waste any time before he sucked him in deep, hollowing out his cheeks to pull him as far as he could, watching Gage’s fierce expression as he did. When he started to reach up and cup Gage’s balls, Kylie’s soft, yet firm, grip stopped him.
“Nuh-uh. No hands,” she said roughly, her own excitement evident by her rapid breathing.
Clearly she was enjoying this just as much as they were. So rather than touch Gage, he linked his fingers with Kylie’s, pulling her close, loving the fact that she was there. He wanted her to ride his cock while he sucked Gage off, and he couldn’t think of much anything else.
Gage began thrusting deep while retreating slowly, forcing Travis to focus and not gag. Just when he thought Gage was going to ride the wave of his climax, he was stunned when the other man stopped.
“I want to be in your ass when I come,” Gage growled.
Didn’t have to tell him twice.
When Gage climbed down from the couch, Travis made quick work of his clothes while Gage disappeared. Once he was naked, he turned his attention to Kylie who was sitting on the couch with a huge grin on her face.
“Your turn,” he said on a groan, pulling her up from her seat abruptly, causing her to stumble as she fell into him. Without further hesitation, he fused his mouth with hers while all but ripping her clothes from her body. Luckily she wasn’t wearing much more than a tank top and shorts which made his
job easy.
“Mmm, soft,” he mumbled against her lips as he ran his hands over her skin, starting at her shoulder blades and working his way down to the perfectly round globes of her ass. “So fucking sexy.”
“I was thinking the same thing.”
Travis growled deep in his chest, his hands sliding into her hair and pulling her head back so he could look in her eyes. “I want to taste you.”
Her smile lit him up from the inside out.
Without waiting for her permission, Travis dropped to his knees and zeroed in on the sweet spot between her trim thighs, his mouth watering with the urge to lick her. As soon as Kylie was situated on the arm of the couch, Travis forced her legs wider, dipping his tongue into her moist heat, teasing her with the tip of his tongue. When she braced herself with a firm grip on his hair, he delved deeper, his tongue sliding through her soft, slick folds, gently flicking her clit with every upstroke.
“Mmmm,” he moaned. God, the woman tasted good.
It didn’t take him long to push her closer to the edge of ecstasy. But he didn’t want her to come just yet.
“Travis,” Kylie moaned. “Oh, God.”
That’s what he loved to hear. Kylie’s soft moans, the way she cried out his name. Easing his tongue back, Travis slipped two fingers inside of her as he stared up at her. “I need to be inside you. Right here,” he said as he fingered her slowly.
“What are you waiting for?” Her eyes glittered with lust, her hand tightening in his hair as she held on to him, trying to pull him to his feet.
Travis didn’t intend to waste another second. Once he was back on his feet, he smiled down at her as he pulled his fingers from her hot sheath. Kylie gripped his wrist, forcing his hand up until she wrapped her lips around his fingers and sucked.
“Fuck woman.” He wasn’t going to last much longer. She drove him absolutely crazy when she did things like that. Her devilish grin said she knew it too. “Bend over the couch,” he instructed, leading her to the end of the couch and then easing her forward until her stomach was resting on the cushioned arm of the couch and she was using her own hands to support her upper body. She grinned at him over her shoulder and Travis nearly lost it.
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