“In a hurry?” she asked sweetly.
“You’ve no idea,” he grumbled before sliding into her in one easy thrust. Once he was seated fully inside of her, Travis stilled.
Adjusting the angle, he leaned over her, holding himself up with his hand planted firmly on the couch cushion in front of them and doing his damnedest not to crush Kylie between his weight and the arm of the couch. At this angle, he didn’t even have to pull back, he could just flex his hips and sink deeper, his cock penetrating her fully.
With his mouth against her ear, he sucked in a sharp breath. As he fought the urge to plow into her, he gently nipped her earlobe. “I’m not sure I can be gentle.” Ok, that was a lie. He could if he had to, but Travis didn’t want to.
Just when he would’ve asked if she was comfortable, he felt something cool and slick slide down the crack of his ass. “Oh, fuck.”
“That’s exactly what I plan to do,” Gage said roughly from behind him.
It was clear by his tone that Gage was hanging on by a thread, and Travis knew exactly how the man felt. Being sheathed inside of Kylie’s tight, wet pussy, his blood pressure was already racing to unprecedented levels, and if they didn’t get on with it, his head was likely going to explode.
Kylie chose that moment to rear back against him, forcing him even deeper; the tight, warm grip of her pussy making his eyes cross. And as if the two of them had it planned, Gage then thrust deep into Travis’ ass.
“Son of a –” The swear was cut off by the intense pleasure that consumed him, making it difficult to breathe, much less curse.
When Kylie and Gage started moving in tandem, essentially fucking Travis from both sides, he nearly lost it. They’d done this before, and no matter how many times he thought he was the one who would control their sexual encounters, they surprised him damn near every time.
“Travis,” Kylie groaned from beneath him, and he focused on not crushing her while enduring the glorious friction of Gage’s cock tunneling in and out of his ass, deep and slow at first, then shallow and fast. All the while Travis managed to find a rhythm that worked for Kylie and he fucked her sweet pussy, using the momentum of Gage from behind him.
“I’m…” Kylie’s words were left hanging as she moaned her pleasure, the tight sheath of her cunt squeezing him painfully tight just as Gage’s fingertips dug into his hips, holding him still.
“Fuck me,” Travis groaned. “Harder.”
Gage’s power intensified as he rammed his cock deep inside his ass, forcing Travis’ hypersensitive cock into Kylie with shallow strokes, over and over until he couldn’t hold back any longer.
“Fucking come for me, Gage,” Travis roared as his cock exploded inside of Kylie, jerking sharply as he spilled himself inside of her sweet, lithe body.
A low growl echoed from behind him as Gage stilled, his fingers now burrowed painfully into his skin as he erupted inside of his ass, making Travis’ body hum one last time.
The three of them stood motionless for a minute or two while they tried to catch their breath. When Gage pulled out, Travis was quick to follow.
It was high time they had a shower.
Helping Kylie to stand, Travis pulled her against him and pressed a kiss to her lips before saying, “You mind asking him to move that tree one more time? I kinda like this aggressive side of his.”
Chapter Five
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Ethan
Two weeks after Thanksgiving
Ethan rolled out from underneath the truck that he was working on, but he didn’t bother to get up. Staring up at the twenty-foot high metal ceiling of the place he considered his office, he listened to the music blaring through the speakers, shaking his head. He was going to have to plug up his iPod if the radio station insisted on tossing in Christmas music.
He deserved credit for dealing with all of the holly jolly going on around him, especially from his brothers who’d recently jumped into relationships, but he certainly wasn’t all that interested in the ho-ho-ho like they were. There was no Christmas tree at his house, no poinsettias sitting on his front porch or on his kitchen counter, no blinking lights to greet him when he got home.
Then again, he found himself spending more and more time at his parents’ house these days than anywhere else and honestly, he knew it was because he was a coward – avoiding the lonely house, not running the risk of company he didn’t want. And since his mother enjoyed making dinner for him, who was he to argue.
“You awake over there?” Blake called from the other side of the shop, the clanking sound of a wrench hitting concrete echoing along with his voice.
Closing his eyes, Ethan sighed.
That was the main reason he wasn’t spending much time at home.
Blake.
Or rather the intense feelings Ethan had surprisingly established in recent months. For someone who was not Blake. And if that wasn’t a punch in the nuts, he didn’t know what was.
Finding it difficult to be alone with Blake these days, he generally tried to avoid situations that would result in opportunities like this one. Unfortunately, when they were working, they were the only two there, and there wasn’t a damn thing he could do to avoid that unless he fired Blake. The thought had occurred to him, but he wasn’t interested in doing double the work, so he opted for the lesser of two evils.
It wasn’t like the sex between him and Blake wasn’t good. Quite the opposite, honestly. Yet he found himself battling Blake’s need to be exclusive, and by exclusive, Blake wanted to announce to the world that they were a couple as though staking a claim on Ethan was going to make this any more of a relationship.
Not gonna happen.
They were most certainly not a couple. Not now, and probably not ever, intense orgasms be damned. On top of that, Ethan wasn’t interested in announcing anything about his relationships – sexual or otherwise.
And he had several reasons for that, one of them being that no matter how hard he tried to avoid the truth, there was someone else. Someone who had caught his eye and made him want things he never even realized were a possibility.
Too bad he had no idea what, if anything, to do about that.
Pushing to his feet, Ethan wiped his grimy hands on one of the shop towels that were haphazardly scattered around the floor at his feet. When he stood to his full height, he came face to face with Blake.
Knowing he would look like an asshole if he backed up and put space between them, he stood his ground and stared back at the handsome man.
“Need something?”
Blake didn’t answer, but the passion in his eyes was unmistakable.
Shit.
“I can think of one thing,” Blake said gruffly, moving in close.
This time Ethan did back up, but he was limited in his retreat when he was forced up against the truck he’d just been working on. Stuck between a truck and a hard place, Ethan had no idea how to avoid the inevitable. Nor was he sure he even wanted to.
It was clear that Blake wasn’t taking any hints, what with Ethan trying to limit the time they spent together. Then again, he had to admit that he was sporting a serious hard on brought on by too many thoughts of someone else.
Someone he couldn’t have.
Which made Blake convenient. And Ethan a total prick.
But even given that self-revelation, Ethan found he couldn’t resist the urge.
“What are you waiting for?” Ethan goaded him, reaching for his own jeans and easing the intense discomfort by pulling his cock out.
Blake’s eyes widened, his mouth hanging open slightly, but he didn’t move. Keeping his tone firm, Ethan told him exactly what he wanted from him. “I want to watch you suck my dick. Right here.”
Ethan was used to being the one in control. It was natural for him. He didn’t take much shit from anyone, inside or outside of the bedroom. Or right here in the open as it would be. And Blake seemed more than content to accommodate his aggressive instruction.
Once Blake was on hi
s knees in front of him, Ethan leaned back against the truck, his full attention on the man in front of him. Sliding his hands into Blake’s silky hair, he pulled him closer, not roughly, but enough to let Blake know what he wanted.
As his cock disappeared into the blazing hot depths of Blake’s talented mouth, Ethan groaned. His eyes closed on their own, and he was immediately assaulted by the image of a different man on his knees in front of him. Forcing the idea out of his head, he concentrated on picturing Blake’s handsome face, his callused hands as they gripped his shaft, his tongue as it teased the rigid vein on the underside of his cock.
“Awww, fuck,” Ethan groaned.
It felt so damn good.
But no matter how hard he tried, he still pictured Blake as someone else. And that other man was a threat to his control.
Something Ethan wasn’t willing to part with.
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Beau
Beau had absolutely no idea what he was doing, but against his better judgment, he had left work and driven straight to Walker Demolition. Bypassing the main office, he continued on to the mechanic shop where Ethan was known to spend more than enough time on a daily basis. Didn’t seem to matter if it was seven in the morning or seven in the evening, Ethan was generally working.
Parking his truck, Beau noticed by the additional truck in the parking lot that Blake was also there and that ever present niggle of anger was tingling at the base of Beau’s skull. He did not like Blake, but not for obvious reasons.
It was true, Beau had developed some sort of strange attraction to Ethan Walker and the how and why was yet to be determined. But that wasn’t the reason he disliked Blake.
No, he wasn’t all that fond of Ethan’s on-and-off boyfriend because the man was a lying bastard. Then again, it had been a complete coincidence that Beau had stumbled upon the guy at a restaurant over in a neighboring town after that disaster of a date Beau had gone on. Granted, that had been damn near six months ago, but Beau couldn’t seem to shake off the memory.
As far as he knew, Ethan and Blake were dating. Maybe Ethan didn’t share that tidbit of news with anyone, but as far as Beau knew, Ethan wasn’t seeing anyone else. And to Beau, that meant they were exclusive.
Although if he had his way, they would’ve moved on from one another a long time ago. Beau didn’t need to have a genius IQ to see that Ethan was attracted to him. And if he had to guess, it was significantly more than mere physical attraction… although there was that.
Climbing out of his truck, Beau shut his door with a click, not wanting to alert Ethan that he was there. For some reason, he just needed to see him, to talk, maybe get a beer at Moonshiners, something they’d done a few times in recent months.
Nothing serious, nothing sexual and damn sure nothing of the relationship variety. Beau wouldn’t do that. Not to Ethan, not to himself, and not even to Blake. Until the pair of them figured it out – which he hoped they would do soon – Beau was settling with being friends. It seemed they had a significant amount of things in common, which resulted in hours of comfortable conversation.
Beau needed that.
As did Ethan, even if the other man wasn’t willing to admit it.
Beau made his way to the large bay door, but before he stepped inside, his attention was drawn to movement over in the shadows. It didn’t take long for his brain to register what he was seeing.
There, leaning against one of the plain white Walker Demo trucks, was Ethan. His head was tossed back, and even as Beau’s eyes tried to adapt to the dim light, he could see the pure ecstasy written on the man’s face. Following the long, lean line of Ethan’s body, he stopped when he saw Blake in front of him. On his fucking knees.
His breath lodged in his chest, a burning sensation radiating outward from his gut. What could possibly be worse than seeing Blake on his knees sucking Ethan’s cock? Well, that would be the intense satisfaction on Ethan’s much too handsome face.
Son of a fucking bitch.
Without making a sound, Beau took a step backward. Then another. When his feet shuffled on the concrete floor, he saw Ethan’s head come down, his eyes open. And right then and there, they made eye contact.
Beau was rooted in place, unable to force his legs to move. As Ethan watched him, he could see fury replace the sheer pleasure that had been there moments before.
Did he say something? What the hell could he say? Before Beau could decide what his next move would be, Ethan made the decision for him.
Beau watched with voyeuristic fascination as Ethan gripped Blake’s hair tightly, his hips moving forward. “That’s it, Blake. Suck me. All the way. Fuck yes.”
When Ethan’s head fell back again, an animalistic growl escaping from his lips, Beau got his bearings. Without worrying if he was heard, Beau turned back to his truck. He clearly was interrupting, and there was no point in pursuing someone who was already taken. Once inside the truck, he didn’t bother with his seatbelt before he tore out of the parking lot, gravel flying behind his truck as he made a hasty retreat.
Surprisingly enough, Beau didn’t blame Ethan. How could he? The man was clearly fucking Blake, their relationship not much of a secret, even if Ethan didn’t cop to it publicly. But, he hated that Blake was using him. Hated that the man was whoring around on Ethan. And he hated that he didn’t have to balls to tell Ethan.
But what he hated even more than that… that Ethan knew what he was doing, and he was intentionally keeping his distance from Beau.
After all, if Ethan accepted that there might be something between them, it would seal Ethan’s fate, and Beau sensed that he wasn’t ready to plunge headlong into something that might just be what he needed. Something Beau had been subconsciously looking for all his life.
Chapter Six
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Sawyer
Who was to say he couldn’t be a kind hearted, generous guy?
No one, that’s who.
As Sawyer pulled out of his driveway, he whistled an upbeat tune. For the first time in a while, he had to pat himself on the back for coming up with a brilliant plan. Ok, so it wasn’t a secret that his well-developed plans were usually thwarted someway, somehow, but he couldn’t see how this could possibly go wrong. Two days had passed since he came up with this clever scheme and truthfully, he was looking forward to seeing how it played out.
The drive to the animal shelter in Coyote Ridge was a short one, and by the time Sawyer pulled into the small parking lot, he was practically floating on a cloud. This was going to be a damn good day, he could feel it. Without wasting another second, he climbed out of his car and hurried to the front door.
“Hey, Adrianne,” Sawyer greeted the young woman who was rummaging through a stack of papers on her desk. “Where do you want me?” Knowing the question was a double entendre, even if he meant it in the most innocent of ways, Sawyer shot her the flirty smile most women seemed to respond to.
“Working and not flirting would be nice,” Adrianne said, glancing over her shoulder.
“Since it’s my first day on the job, you’ll have to show me what that actually means,” he informed her, moving closer to the desk that stood in the center of the small ten-by-ten room that the shelter claimed as an office.
He wasn’t sure where to stand, hell, he didn’t even know where to put his hands, so he shoved them in his pockets and stared at the grungy walls decorated with pictures of dogs and cats in mismatched frames. Some of the pictures were crooked, probably not by design, while others were leaning as though the nail had finally given up its effort to stick around.
Adrianne continued to flip through the stack of papers hurriedly, not paying him any attention.
Aaaaannnnnddddd now Sawyer was self-conscious.
What the hell?
Ok, so maybe Sawyer wasn’t known much for his volunteering nature, so he couldn’t necessarily blame Adrianne for being surprised that he’d called, much less shown up, but he was here so shouldn’t she be paying him at least a little bit
of attention?
Insecure much?
Sawyer knew he needed to get a grip.
Yes, maybe he had ulterior motives, which had led him to call Adrianne Reade to see what he could do to help out at the animal shelter. But it wasn’t like Adrianne knew what he’d been thinking when he called her.
He couldn’t blame his quest to do a good deed on the Christmas spirit, or even his selfless need to give back, although Sawyer considered himself a pretty all right guy.
No, this was actually entirely selfish on his part. He knew that any minute now, Kennedy Endsley was going to walk through the front door for her bi-weekly date with the animal shelter. Now her actions were selfless, but Sawyer’s were geared more toward trying to get close to the woman.
It was either that or get a dog. Not that the latter was a terrible idea, but for the time being, Sawyer was holding off. After all, he wanted to start out small. Getting a dog was going to require a commitment, even if he would do it just to get closer to the one woman who had erected an invisible barrier that kept her as far away from him as possible. It was common knowledge that Sawyer didn’t do well with commitments. At least not of the relationship variety.
“Come on,” Adrianne called as she turned and headed for the lone door that he assumed led to the main part of the kennels.
Falling into step with her, Sawyer glanced in the cages, checking out the animals, the sad puppy dog eyes, the eager kittens with their little toys who stopped to stare at him as he passed by. Hell, he could do this. How hard could it be to spend the day hanging out with a bunch of animals? He liked animals. If nothing else, he’d get the chance to make them happy for a few hours and he’d get to see Kennedy. It was a win-win situation for him.
Adrianne led the way through another door, but this one led into a sterile white room that wasn’t much bigger than the main front office. The only difference was that instead of battered pictures on the wall, this one had a drain in the middle of the floor and a sturdy table in the center. There was a wash basin on one side with grungy faucets above them.
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