Groaning wasn’t even an option when several chatty women came into the dressing area, although they made enough noise to almost mask any sounds they would’ve made. Travis still didn’t want to give their location, or their very dirty deed, away, so he bit his lower lip as the fiery warmth of Kylie’s lush mouth slid over his cock, sucking him deep.
The only thing he could do was grip her hair firmly to try and keep her from lassoing him right into an orgasm. He was not going to come until he was ready and if he gave her free rein, he would be coming like a damned teenager, within seconds. In order to quell the urge, Travis kept a firm grip on the base of his cock with his free hand and watched as Gage pushed his own jeans down just over his hips, aligning himself behind Kylie.
There was no warning as Gage slammed into her once, but the subtle vibrations from Kylie’s moans against his cock told Travis she was enjoying what Gage was doing.
Travis alternated between watching Gage slide deep inside of her before retreating slowly. Over and over, he impaled her in one brutal thrust before sliding out, his cock glistening as he did. The sight was so fucking hot, Travis wasn’t sure how much longer he’d be able to hold on. Between Kylie sucking him, her fingers kneading his balls and watching Gage fuck her, he was in a particularly fragile state at the moment.
Kylie forced Travis’ hand off of his cock where he’d been squeezing himself to keep from coming and she began furiously stroking him with both her mouth and her cool fingers while Gage picked up the pace.
Dropping his head back against the wall, Travis willed his damn legs to hold him up as Kylie pushed him closer and closer to the edge. Only when Kylie’s mouth released his cock did he look down to see her stroking him faster while Gage fucked her with hard, punishing thrusts that had Kylie listing forward with each urgent stroke.
Gritting his teeth, Travis knew he couldn’t breathe a sound, so he swallowed his groan as Kylie’s body stilled, her lips wrapping around the head just as his cock jerked, his release spilling into her mouth as she proceeded to suck him dry.
Once he was sure he wouldn’t slide to the floor in a heap, Travis forced his head up, watching as Gage thrust into Kylie, once, twice, again until his husband looked up at him, their eyes locked on one another as Gage’s body stilled, his face contorted in obvious rapture as he came inside of her.
While the other ladies in the dressing room continued to hem and haw, completely oblivious to what was going on just next door, the three of them merely smiled at one another, righting their clothes and speaking volumes with just their eyes.
That was truly one fantasy Travis was more than willing to fill anytime Kylie was in the mood. Hell, he’d increase his credit lines and follow her around the mall if she promised to make that happen again.
“I love you,” Kylie mouthed, her eyes darting back and forth between both of them as she stood just a few feet away. “Thank you.”
And with that, Kylie slipped out of the dressing room, leaving them both standing there, the chatting and giggling a sure sign that they wouldn’t be escaping anytime soon.
Glancing over at Gage, Travis couldn’t help but wonder whether he had a dressing room fantasy as well.
Chapter Eleven
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Curtis
“What’s that?” Lorrie asked as he made his way into the room.
“What’s what?” He grinned sheepishly, but wasn’t about to give himself away. Not yet anyway.
“What do you have behind your back?” Lorrie asked again.
She was sitting on the couch, her e-reader in her hand, a candle burning on the end table beside her and Curtis was looking forward to dropping right down beside her for a little while. After the morning he’d had, he deserved a few minutes to relax. In his opinion.
“Nothing,” he lied, making his way around the couch so he could join her. Easing down beside her, he kept his hand hidden behind his back while he watched her.
“I know you are up to something, Curtis Walker.”
He was always up to something, but he didn’t need to tell her that. She knew him. She knew him better than anyone else.
“What do you think it is?” he asked, angling his body so he could get a little closer.
“Hmm.”
“Hmm? What does that mean?”
“It means I’m thinking about it.”
“Well, why don’t I just put you out of your misery,” he whispered.
He loved the way her blue eyes widened, her pink lips parting as she stared up at him. Even with fifty years of marriage behind them, he still loved that he could turn her on like that. The way her eyes twinkled, her breathing increased ever so subtly.
And she was just as pretty now as she was when he married her. It wasn’t surprising that he could still remember that day. Remembered how nervous he was. How stunning she was. Even how excited her mother had been that she was marrying Glenn Walker’s oldest son. Lorrie had been too young to marry him at the time, but Curtis had wanted her with a passion he’d never known before. He had been so deep in love back then. Even more so now.
He smiled over at her.
“Well?” she said with a smile. “I’m waiting.”
Moving even closer, Curtis crowded her against the end of the sofa, forcing her to lean back just a little. She set her e-reader down beside her as she did, freeing her hands up to touch him.
Once he had her right where he wanted her, Curtis pulled the surprise from behind his back and held it up above their heads. Lorrie’s gaze travelled up to the item in his hand and then back to his.
“Mistletoe?” She giggled sweetly.
“Damn straight,” he growled, moving in close. “You know what it means, right?”
The innocent expression on her face might’ve worked on him at one point, but not in a really, really long time.
“What does it mean?” she whispered softly.
Leaning in closer, Curtis used his free hand to cup her face, his thumb scraping gently over her bottom lip as he stared at her mouth.
“It means you’re mine for the night.”
Another giggle had his heart rate spiking.
“It does not,” she said thoughtfully. “One kiss is all you get.”
“Oh, hell no,” he argued. “I’ll go buy a damn bushel of this stuff if you think I only get one kiss.”
Lorrie grinned up at him, her hands sliding up his chest and around his neck as she pulled him closer.
“Oh, all right.”
God, he loved this woman.
♂♀
Kaleb
“Hey, baby,” Kaleb greeted Zoey when he found her sitting at her desk in their home office, typing away on her keyboard. “How’d it go at the mall today?”
Zoey grinned up at him over her shoulder. “Wonderful. V bought me chocolate.”
Kaleb laughed, then leaned down and kissed her gently on the mouth. Of all the things Zoey had craved throughout the pregnancy so far, chocolate was by far the most frequent thing she wanted. It was also the most normal thing she wanted.
“I’m glad. Find any of the gifts left on your list?”
“I actually did. Oh, wait!” she exclaimed before jumping out of her chair and heading out of the room in a flash.
Not sure where she was going, or what she was doing, he followed her down the hall and into the kitchen where she was rummaging through one of a dozen bags sitting in the exact spot their dinner would be sitting in the next half hour. Then again, the only way dinner would be there was if Kaleb cooked because he was pretty sure it was his night to do so.
While she dug through her purchases, he rummaged through the refrigerator, looking for something to make.
“Look!” she squealed from behind him.
Closing the refrigerator door slowly, he turned around and saw the light blue outfit she was holding up in front of her with the words “Daddy’s Lil’ Pardner” written across the front. He grinned like a fool as he moved closer, fingering the soft fabric. It was so
tiny.
A little over seven months into her pregnancy and Zoey was beside herself with excitement and it showed in every single thing she did. Granted, Kaleb was known to beam with pride anytime he had the opportunity to talk about their unborn child. Just a few more weeks and they’d be parents. Even though everyone continued to tell them they needed to sleep while they still had the chance, Kaleb couldn’t wait.
“Cute,” he said with a grin.
“Cute?” Zoey asked, her hands dropping to her hips, the outfit dangling from his fingertips. “That’s all you got, Kaleb Walker?”
No, it wasn’t all…
“What else did you want me to say?” he asked, lowering his voice as he set the clothes on top of the bag she’d retrieved it from before moving closer to her.
Zoey’s eyes widened, probably in response to the predatory gleam in his eyes. Whatever it took, he thought to himself.
He watched as she felt around behind her as she moved, holding on to the edge of the table, then the chair before continuing to retreat slowly in her attempt to sneak out of the kitchen and into the living room.
Worked for him. He didn’t have any issues with taking her in any room in the house. Hell, the laundry room had been christened on more than one occasion.
“What are you doing?” she asked, a deceptive hint of innocence in her tone.
“You, in about three seconds.” As though to show her he meant business, Kaleb released the buckle on his belt, pulled his shirt out from the waistband of his jeans before lifting it over his head and dropping it on the floor as he stalked her through the living room.
“I thought you were going to make dinner?” Zoey asked. It was evident based on her grin that she had no intention of stopping for food, but he was more than willing to play this game if she wanted to.
“I think I changed my mind on what I want to eat.”
Her face heated, her cheeks turning a pretty pink as she was stopped mid-step when the couch hit the back of her calves.
“And that would be?”
“You. Always you, baby,” he crooned.
Reaching out, he wasted no time getting her good and naked and then instructed her to sit on the couch. Her blush had infused her whole body, just as it always did, and he loved that about her. Zoey was undoubtedly interested in kinky sex, she’d proven that a long time ago when they had originally invited Gage into their relationship, but since Gage had gone and fallen in love with Kylie and Travis, Kaleb figured now was an opportune time to keep this woman all to himself.
And it wasn’t like they didn’t come up with some rather creative ideas all on their own.
Ripping off the rest of his clothes in a hurry, Kaleb dropped to his knees in front of Zoey.
“Spread your legs for me, baby,” he instructed as he shouldered his way between her thighs.
“Like this?” Again with the playful questions.
“Any way you like, just as long as I can see your sweet pussy.”
Staring at his wife, Kaleb let his eyes sweep over her beautiful body. That saying that a woman glows when she’s pregnant wasn’t just rumor as he’d originally thought. There was no doubt that Zoey was the most beautiful woman he’d ever laid eyes on, but now, pregnant, she was even more radiant.
Her belly was rounded with their child, her breasts more full than before she got pregnant, and her skin was smooth and creamy. And staring at her naked body had become one of his favorite pastimes.
“Have I told you how beautiful you are, lately?”
“Not today, no.” Zoey beamed at him.
Grinning, Kaleb leaned forward and pressed a kiss to her belly before gently pulling her hips forward, bringing her closer to the edge of the couch and giving him a much better view of her pussy.
Meeting her eyes once again, Kaleb took his time before moving in closer, his tongue trailing lightly through the slick folds, making sure to stay away from her clit at first. He didn’t want her to go off just yet. At least not before he got his fill of her.
Granted, he wasn’t sure that he’d ever get enough.
♀♂
Zoey
Zoey watched Kaleb’s dark hair as his head eased down between her thighs, his tongue making her squirm. Fighting the urge to grab hold of his head and force him closer, she continued to watch.
The lights from the Christmas tree sitting in front of the window cast red, blue, yellow and green shadows through the darkened room and over Kaleb’s tanned skin.
She loved the faint glow from the tree, a reminder of what time of year it was. This was their first Christmas as husband and wife, their first Christmas in their new house and the beginning of the rest of their life together. In just a few short weeks, they were going to be parents. She was going to be a mommy, and he was going to be a daddy.
Zoey knew she should be counting down the minutes before the baby was born, but quite frankly, she loved being pregnant. Every subtle shift, every elbow and knee that moved across her belly had Zoey grinning from ear to ear. Not to mention, her hormones were on the fritz and she found herself craving this beautiful man almost every minute of every day.
“Kaleb,” Zoey whispered, pressing her hips upward, trying to increase the friction of his mouth against her.
“Sit back and enjoy.”
Much easier said than done.
When his tongue stroked her tender flesh roughly, sliding across the sensitive tissue around her anus and then up to her clit, Zoey jerked, unable to keep her body from moving. “Kaleb, please,” she begged.
“When you ask so nicely, how can I refuse you anything?” he answered, his mouth latching onto her clit, his tongue lapping furiously over the hypersensitive nub. She was primed and ready, so much so that he didn’t even penetrate her with his finger before her orgasm ripped through her.
Letting her body relax into the butter soft leather of their sofa, Zoey closed her eyes, riding out her orgasm and enjoying the sexual satisfaction that overtook her.
Forcing her eyelids open, she crooked her finger at her husband, beckoning him to join her on the couch. When he did, she shifted, propping herself up on the cushioned arm of the sofa and spreading her legs wide to receive him into her body.
“Zoey,” Kaleb grumbled as he slid inside her, his thick shaft finding the perfect spot as he moved gently.
“Love me, Kaleb,” she whispered.
“Always, baby. Always.”
Kaleb began to move, his pace slow and steady, but the intensity of their joining caused electric sparks to ignite over her skin. She loved when he made love to her. And here, in the dim light of their living room, the only light that from the Christmas tree glowing softly only added another romantic element to the mix.
When Kaleb began to increase his pace, his chest muscles tightening beneath her palms, the cords in his neck standing out from the effort it required to hold himself above her, Zoey knew he was close.
“Come for me, Kaleb,” she encouraged, shifting her hips slightly to change the angle and causing him to groan deep in his chest. The animalistic growl made her pussy throb, and she tightened her internal muscles around him. Within seconds, she was no longer in control of her body’s reaction. He was pushing her faster, closer…
“Kaleb. Oh, God, I’m coming!”
“That’s it baby, come for me,” he growled, pushing deeper than she even thought possible, his body stilling above her as his muscles flexed, the twitch of his cock inside of her signaling his release.
When they’d both caught their breath, Kaleb rolled to her side, then shifted so that he was behind her, her back to his chest. He pulled her against him as he pressed his lips to her hair. The position was so comfortable, so familiar, just like every night when they fell into bed. The nights came quickly, both of them usually exhausted from trying to get the resort up and running, or ensuring that everything would be ready for the baby when he arrived. Zoey loved cuddling up against Kaleb, his warmth infusing her with a sense of safety and security that ma
de everything right in her world.
“I love you, Zoey.”
“And I love you,” she whispered, fighting the urge to give in to sleep as she listened to Kaleb’s breathing slow.
Elbowing him gently, she tried to rouse him.
“Hmm?” he murmured.
“I’m hungry.”
Kaleb chuckled from behind her. “Of course you are.”
Chapter Twelve
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Zane
December 20th
“Anyone seen Jessie?” Brendon’s question was apparently directed at everyone in the bar, and surely, if Jessie was in the room, she would’ve heard him. Zane hadn’t seen her, but didn’t feel the need to mention that. Brendon would figure it out soon enough.
Everyone had gathered at Moonshiners for a pre-Christmas get-together, including Zane’s father, Curtis. For the last half hour, his brothers had been playing pool and keeping the conversation to a dull roar, the Walker family and friends taking up most of the available space in the back of the small bar.
“Haven’t seen her,” Travis called out, his hand on the pool stick. He was eyeing the ball, but Zane knew no matter how hard his brother concentrated, he wasn’t going to beat V at this game. She’d proven time and again that she could kick all their asses and quite frankly, she made him proud.
Then again, everything she did made him proud.
Watching her, Zane listened to Beau and Sawyer chat about nothing in particular while Gage and Kaleb argued over whether or not the Dallas Cowboys were going to do a damn thing anytime soon. Yes, they were devoted Cowboys fans around these parts, but honestly…
Zane didn’t care much for football talk. At least not tonight.
Instead, his mind was overwhelmed with his own issues. He was beginning to get nervous that he hadn’t found the perfect gift for V, even though he’d spent a full eight hours online browsing through every damn place he could think of and still he’d come up empty.
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