“Hey, y’all wanna watch a movie?” she asked, jerking her gaze away from Braydon’s. She wasn’t all that interested in watching anything, but maybe if they tried, some of the tension would disappear.
That, or maybe she could pretend to be asleep. She had a feeling it was the only way she’d be able to distance herself from these new emotions she’d somehow developed. The ones that made this very unconventional threesome incredibly awkward.
Chapter Eight
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Kaleb
Kaleb stared at the blinking cursor on his computer screen, his attention pulled from the email he’d been drafting to the sound of tires crunching on gravel outside the office door. He had no idea who would be showing up at this time of day, and being that it was Friday morning, he wasn’t going to try and guess.
When Sawyer walked in the door, he had to admit he was a little disappointed. Not because his brother was there but because the new arrival wasn’t his wife. He’d talked to Zoey a little while ago, and she mentioned if she finished with her morning errand that she’d stop by to see him.
Being that he’d opted to hang out at the Walker Demotion office and not his new swank digs at Alluring Indulgence, which still had several weeks of work before they were ready to open the doors to the public, he was hoping no one would interrupt.
Clearly Sawyer must’ve had the same idea he did.
“Damn, man, what the hell is that smell?” Kaleb asked, staring up at Sawyer as he moved closer.
“Shut the fuck up,” Sawyer bit out.
There wasn’t even a hint of his laid back personality in the statement either. His older brother was clearly pissed.
“What the hell did you do? Take a shower with an animal?”
“As a matter of fact, I fucking did,” Sawyer ground out as he dropped into his chair at his own desk. “Yesterday, damn it. And the fucking smell still won’t go away.”
Kaleb had to hold on to his desk to keep from falling out of his chair as his laughter shook him. He remembered something about Sawyer’s grand gesture to go help out at the animal shelter and this must’ve been his reward.
“Did you see Kennedy?” he asked, trying to provoke Sawyer even more.
“If you know what’s good for you…” Sawyer let the threat drop as he booted up his computer, seemingly interested in the blank screen.
Kaleb obviously didn’t know what was good for him because he continued, “So, you took a bath with dogs?”
“Fuck you, man.”
Staring at Sawyer, Kaleb tried to regain some of his composure. Failed. “Let me just say, I don’t think that new cologne is gonna work well with the ladies.”
Sawyer glared over at him briefly, but it wasn’t long before a smile broke out on his face. Kaleb knew that Sawyer wouldn’t be able to hang onto his mad for long. He was the light hearted one. The fun loving guy that everyone wanted to be around.
“She tricked me,” Sawyer explained, moving his mouse around on his desk. “Here I was trying to do a good deed and the evil woman tricked me.”
“Who? Adrianne?” Kaleb asked, referring to the woman who ran the shelter.
“Her and Kennedy.” Sawyer grimaced, but then smiled again. “They tossed me in a room and had me washing dogs. It wasn’t until I noticed the dogs seemed to be getting bigger and hairier that I realized what was going on.”
“Did you get back at them?”
Sawyer’s grin widened, and his eyes sparkled.
“Adrianne must’ve been delayed running an errand, so Kennedy was the only one there. I had to get her to come help me when something happened to the sprayer,” he admitted.
Kaleb waited, his imagination already running wild.
“Turns out there wasn’t anything wrong with the sprayer. And, unfortunately for Kennedy, she had to get wet to find that out.”
Sawyer’s laugh boomed through the room, and his words painted a picture in Kaleb’s mind. Yes, he could totally see prim and proper Kennedy getting soaked when she tried to fix whatever Sawyer had broken. Or not broken, as was the case.
“She’ll never talk to you again,” Kaleb told his brother, turning his attention back to the computer screen.
“No, probably not, but damn that woman is even hotter when she’s wet,” Sawyer murmured.
Speaking of hot, wet women, Kaleb thought to himself when the door opened, and Zoey stepped inside.
“Hey, baby,” he greeted her as he sat back in his chair, motioning for her to come toward him.
Without wasting a second, Zoey approached with a huge smile on her face. Easing herself onto his lap, Kaleb circled his arms around her, resting his palms flat against her protruding belly.
“How are y’all today?” he asked his wife.
Zoey planted her hand on top of his, both of them cradling their unborn child who was steadily growing inside of Zoey.
“Good, and you?” she asked, leaning sideways to kiss him. Her nose twitched and she looked up, her eyes darting across the room at Sawyer.
“What is that smell?” she asked, confused.
“Oh, that’s Sawyer’s new cologne,” Kaleb said, keeping his tone serious.
Zoey looked at Sawyer, studying him for a moment before she said, “Do you smell like dog?”
Sawyer’s head jerked, his gaze penetrating Zoey as he frowned. “Damn it all to hell.”
With that, Sawyer pushed up from his chair and headed straight for the door.
“What the hell happened to him?” she asked, watching the spot where Sawyer had just disappeared.
“Apparently, Kennedy got him good,” Kaleb explained.
“What do you mean? What did she do?”
“Let’s just say, Sawyer probably won’t be volunteering at the animal shelter anymore. Now, go lock the door.”
Knowing that the only other person who would possibly show up at the Walker Demo office would be Travis, and his visits were few and far between, Kaleb decided to take a chance. With the door locked, and Zoey’s truck outside along with his, he knew none of his brothers would try to come inside.
“Why would I want to do that?” she asked playfully.
“Hmmm,” he moaned, nestling his nose into the crook of her neck. “Because I want you to play with me.”
“Play? Like play house?” she teased, standing from her perch on his lap.
“Something like that,” he answered, watching as she moved easily across the room to the door.
Lord, the woman stole his breath. Always having been the most beautiful woman in the world, at least from Kaleb’s point of view, his wife was even more stunning now that she was seven months pregnant. Absolutely, heart-stopping gorgeous.
“Now come here,” he beckoned, crooking his finger and signaling for her to come closer once again.
“What’s in it for me?”
“Oh, I don’t know,” he said, pretending to ponder what might happen. “Maybe I can lay you out right here on this desk and have my wicked way with you?”
“Or…” Zoey added, coming to a stop directly in front of him.
Glancing up at her, Kaleb leaned back in his chair and studied her pretty face. “Or what?”
When she lowered herself to her knees right there in front of him, Kaleb damn near swallowed his tongue. “What are you doing?”
“Well, if you don’t know by now, I think I’m going to have to give you another lesson,” she offered with a huge smile.
Her small hands went to tug at the buckle on his belt and Kaleb helped, unable to sit still. Being careful not to bump her in his haste to get his jeans down his hips, he kept a close eye on her.
“Where do you want me?” he asked when he had managed to free his now granite-hard cock.
“Right where you are,” she told him. “Lean back and put your hands on the armrest.” Zoey peered up at him, her expression serious. “And don’t move them, no matter what happens.”
Nodding his understanding, Kaleb gripped the leather covered armrests har
d enough for his fingernails to scar them.
Zoey’s hands slid up the inside of his thighs, his cock bobbing between his legs, ready and anxious for the touch of her skin, or the heat of her mouth. It didn’t matter to his dick which part of her touched him, he knew within minutes he was going to go off like a fucking rocket.
And he couldn’t wait.
“Mmmm,” Zoey moaned as her soft, cool fingers slid around his shaft, gently caressing him as he watched. “Like velvet covered steel,” she said, her features focused intently on what she was doing to him.
“I wonder how you taste,” she said sweetly after she’d managed to work him into a frenzy with just her hands.
“God, I hope you’re gonna tell me,” he groaned.
She was leaning in close, her little pink tongue darting out to lick her lower lip, but she wasn’t close enough for his cock to slide into the warm recesses of her mouth.
His hands tightened on the chair, the metal creaking beneath his weight as he tried to control himself. This was the most exquisite form of torture. Watching while his wife teased him with barely a touch, her warm breath tickling the sensitive, swollen head.
“Zoey,” he pleaded, not sure how much more he would be able to take.
“Hands on the armrest,” she insisted.
Kaleb gripped the chair again, not even aware that he’d moved his hands. As his fingers connected with the leather, Zoey’s mouth made contact with his cock, and he nearly bolted right out of the chair. Holding still, his muscles constricting and effectively making him immobile, the sensations ripped through him, adrenaline flooding his bloodstream, lust rushing through his veins, all of it together making him light headed as he watched his sexy wife suck his cock right into her mouth.
“Fuck, Zoey,” he moaned.
His muscles were locked into place, his breaths soughing in and out of his lungs like he’d just finished a marathon, and sweat had beaded on his forehead. She was going to be the death of him, and Kaleb couldn’t think of a better way to go.
Ok, well, that might be a better way…
“Awww, hell,” he moaned when Zoey gripped his shaft with one hand, her other hand kneading his balls while she continued to bob up and down on his cock, working her hands in tandem.
“Baby.” Shit, he wasn’t… he couldn’t… “Zoey, baby, I’m gonna come!” His release exploded from him, filling her mouth as she continued to suck him, their eyes meeting as she finished him off.
It took him a minute to come back to Earth, and when he did, he found Zoey standing in front of him, a satisfied smirk on her face. Quickly redressing himself, Kaleb flopped back down in his chair, his legs unable to support him. He pulled her down with him and wrapped his arms around her. “Whatever am I going to do with you?” he whispered into her hair.
“Mmmm, you’re gonna get me a really great Christmas present, Mr. Walker.”
Kaleb stilled.
Oh, damn. Damn, damn, damn.
“Is there something particular that you want?” he asked, hoping she would give him some sort of hint. This was an ongoing thing with her, and to date, she hadn’t given him a single clue as to what she might want.
“Surprise me,” she whispered. “As long as it comes from your heart, I’ll be the happiest woman in the world.”
Crap.
How did you buy a girl a present with your heart?
Chapter Nine
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Travis
December 16th
“And how exactly do you intend to get all of that done in one week?”
Technically, Travis still had ten days, but that was a moot point because he had no idea how he was going to do it. But, in his defense, Gage said it was possible.
Travis stared across his kitchen table at Sawyer, wondering whether this meeting could’ve been put off just a little longer. Especially since forty-five minutes and two cups of coffee had disappeared while they waited for their other brothers to arrive.
Of course they were going to be late. It always seemed to work that way. When Travis had things to do, places to be, his younger brothers always managed to make sure he spent unnecessary time with his thumb up his ass.
“Did you at least set everything else up for delivery online?” Sawyer questioned, leaning back in his chair as though he didn’t have a care in the world.
No. “Yes,” he lied.
“You are so full of shit,” Sawyer said with a grin. “Kylie’s gonna kick your sorry ass if she doesn’t have a present under the tree.”
Technically, Kylie’s gift wouldn’t fit under the tree, nor was he able to move it, but he fully understood Sawyer’s point. And shit, Travis would kick his own ass if Kylie didn’t have her present. And then he’d kick Gage’s for telling him that he could make it happen.
With so much going on lately, time had somehow slipped through his fingers, and he had managed to do the unthinkable. How in the hell would he explain to his wife that he only half ass got her something for Christmas? An IOU certainly wouldn’t work.
Grabbing his phone, Travis flipped through the screens until he found the ongoing text conversation he had with Gage.
Did you place that order we talked about?
There, at least the ball was back in Gage’s court now. Not that it would matter, this gift was something they’d been working on for a while, but since it was a two-parter, it required a little creativity, so they hadn’t jumped right in to get the last of it taken care of.
The sound of boots on hardwood made Travis turn to look toward the swinging door that led from the dining room to the kitchen. Waiting patiently to see who had finally decided to grace them with their presence, he simply stared.
When the door was pulled open, he knew immediately that it wasn’t one of the twins. They pushed the door in, rather than pulled.
Huh, such a strange thing to have noticed, he thought to himself.
“Son of a bitch,” Zane muttered after the door came in and slammed into his ass.
Been there.
Travis hid his grin.
“’Bout time,” Sawyer said by way of greeting their youngest brother.
“Shut it,” Zane retorted. “In case you haven’t noticed, the rest of us have jobs.”
Travis roared with laughter as he leaned back in his chair, pushing it back on two legs. “Nice try, kiddo.”
“Fuck off. I didn’t see your ass there this morning.”
“Where?” he asked. “The resort? Well, your ass might want to get up with the chickens if you want to see me in the morning. I was there. I was also gone before your lazy ass probably even rolled out of bed.”
“Yeah, well…” Zane let the sentence hang as he moved to the refrigerator and grabbed a bottle of water before returning to the table and grabbing one of the other chairs. After turning it around backward, he flopped down on it and downed half the water in one gulp. “Where’s the rest of ‘em?”
Million dollar question that one was.
As if on cue, Sawyer’s phone vibrated on the table. He snatched it up and grinned as he read whatever the message was that he received. Travis wanted to throw his coffee at him.
“Ethan’s on his way,” Sawyer said.
Great. That would make four. Three to go.
The front door slammed shut and once again, Travis was admiring the kitchen door as he waited for the next one to show up.
“What’s up, Bubba?” Braydon announced loudly when he pushed into the room, a shit eating grin on his face.
Good to see him smiling these days. It seemed ever since those two started hooking up with Kylie’s sister that things weren’t all roses and butterflies in the land of the Doublemint twins.
“Where’s…?” Zane’s question died off as Braydon’s other half made his way into the kitchen, his cell phone plastered against his ear.
“Yep, that’s the one. Uh-huh… No… Got it.” Brendon stabbed the end button on his phone and turned to face Travis and the others, a gi
ant grin plastered on his face.
“Did you get it?” Braydon asked his twin, obviously the two of them the only ones in on the secret.
“All done.”
For half a second, Travis thought about questioning them, but then thought better of it. The less he knew about those two, the better.
"So…," Zane said, filling the silence. “You get that present, yet?”
It took Travis a second to realize his younger brother was talking to him, and after a double-take, he glanced around the room to see that the rest of his brothers were looking at him too. “What?”
“Well?”
That seemed to be the theme from the peanut gallery, and Travis was hard pressed not to answer, especially when Kaleb came through the door, quickly followed by Ethan on his heels.
“No, I haven’t. Fuck.”
“Haven’t what?” Kaleb asked as he eased through the group now crowding the kitchen on his way to the coffee pot.
“He hasn’t finished getting Kylie’s present.”
“Shit, man. You’re gonna be lucky to have everything set up by Christmas at this point.”
No shit, Sherlock. Travis clamped his jaw shut and tried his best to ignore his brothers.
“Lay off him,” Braydon said in a mock sympathetic tone. “He doesn’t need us to tell him he’s gonna look like a jackass when he doesn’t have a present for his wife.”
The room erupted in laughter and Travis stared down at his phone, noticing he had a text message, but the phone must’ve been turned to silent.
Nope. You know how to use the internet, ya know.
So not helping.
“What about you?” Travis asked Kaleb directly. “You find that heartfelt gift for your wife yet?”
The scowl on Kaleb’s face told him that he wasn’t having any more luck with finding the perfect present than anyone else in the room.
“So, what’s the plan for Mom and Dad?” Ethan asked, always the one to get right to the point.
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