Travis (Alluring Indulgence, #3)

by Nicole Edwards

  Seriously? Was she rationalizing being with them at the same time? Ok, yes. It would seem so. She was pretty sure she could thank her longstanding sexual drought for steering her in this direction.

  From an emotional standpoint, Kylie had everything to lose because no matter how physically drawn to them she was, or how much her body was begging her to take what they offered, she wasn’t the casual type. She had a feeling that relationships of this type didn’t work in real life, which was one of the main reasons Travis had never found what he was looking for. And what about the jealousy she’d felt earlier? Or her anger. Where the hell had all that gone?

  From a physical standpoint, well, her clit was throbbing and her breasts suddenly felt heavy. Yup, she’d moved past desire and right over to horny without passing go, and she was pretty close to being drunk on lust.

  The situation as she saw it was one she didn’t necessarily want to get out of. They were in Gage’s truck on a secluded back road hidden from prying eyes, and each one of them had more than enough reason to shed their clothes and move on to the good stuff. Seriously, they were still wet from the rain. Wasn’t that a valid excuse?

  Kylie mentally threw her hands up and grabbed her head, trying to hold her common sense inside because it was quickly leaking right out of her ears and forming a puddle at their feet.

  “What’s going on in that brain of yours?” Travis asked as he obviously waited for her to respond. After all, he had made a rather significant declaration, hadn’t he?

  As if she would tell him. Not only had he told her that she was the only woman he had ever loved, but there was an overwhelming attraction that neither of them could deny. And oddly enough, it went three ways. What were the odds of that happening?

  It would make sense if this was some sort of convoluted love triangle where Kylie wanted to be with Gage, and she also wanted to be with Travis. And it would even make sense if Travis lusted after Gage and vice versa… Ok yes, she was guilty of fantasizing about the two of them together, once just as recent as five minutes ago when she stared up at the ceiling, hoping to calm herself down. And no, for the record, that hadn’t worked. Picturing two strong, handsome cowboys ripping one another’s clothes off in the process of getting closer had the opposite effect than what she was aiming for.

  She had to suppress a strangled laugh because she couldn’t believe she was considering this. Kylie darted a glance over at Gage and found him staring back at the two of them, his mouth a thin, hard line.

  “If you’re waiting for me to say please…” Gage’s words sounded restrained, like he wasn’t sure he should say anything, lest break the spell and they’d wake up to find that none of this had happened.

  Kylie knew exactly what that felt like.

  When Travis’ hands moved up to her hips, Kylie brought her face back to his.

  “You want this?” Travis asked.

  Kylie nodded almost immediately, like her head was on a spring. Ok, so apparently her hormones had won.

  The heat of his hands on her sides damn near scorched her. The way his thumbs brushed gently over her stomach had her body singing high notes as she lost herself in his eyes.

  “This isn’t a game, Kylie.”

  She watched Travis’ mouth move, hanging on to the words as best she could. She wasn’t playing games so he had nothing to worry about. She couldn’t get the words out though.

  “Are you prepared to see this all the way through?” Gage broke the trance she seemed to be consumed in as the steering wheel banged upward, no longer locked in position, but rather giving him more room to move.

  Kylie glanced back and forth between the two men. It was now or never. All or nothing. And the rest of those pointless dichotomies.

  “Answer the question, Kylie,” Travis demanded, his fingers tightening slightly on her sides.

  “Yes.”

  “Yes?”

  Damn them. Why did they both insist that she spell this stuff out? It was difficult enough just to be here, her body adjusting to a slow burn from the inside out. “I’m not interested in casual, Travis. If you knew anything about me, you’d know that.”

  At least she’d put it out there. Knowing that they weren’t interested in a quick, wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am made her feel slightly more at ease. She could try and make this all seem so physically appealing, but when it came down to it, Kylie didn’t care if she was with Travis or Gage or both of them at the same time. It wouldn’t be casual on her part. And no matter what she tried to tell herself, she was going to be attached to both of them equally before all was said and done.

  Hell, she’d slept with Gage one time, and she was pretty sure she already loved him. Again, sex wasn’t casual on her part. Never had been. Of course, it was no secret that she still longed for Travis after all this time.

  Gage surprised her when he caught her chin with his fingers, gently turning her to face him before pressing his mouth to hers. She was still sitting on Travis’ lap, but Gage was now much closer than before. While her traitorous body ignited, flames licking deep in her core, she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer, all the while she was totally aware of Travis’ hands gliding tentatively up and down her sides.

  She allowed the warmth of Gage’s mouth, the meticulous penetration of his tongue, to take her mind off of everything that happened over the last couple of hours and she resigned herself to following this through. Right, wrong or indifferent, Kylie wanted this.

  The tickle of her hair as Travis pushed it back over her shoulder sent a shiver across her skin. She couldn’t focus as he shifted, leaning forward and pressing his lips to her neck while her tongue was still searching Gage’s mouth.

  Jeeezus! Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh…

  The sensation was glorious. Two men, four hands, two mouths, all focused on her. Her body was aflame, and her mind was in turmoil as she tried to focus on both men at the same time. She couldn’t. She couldn’t figure out where the pleasure was coming from, but she knew it was overwhelming her to the point she feared she might just explode. And she didn’t want it to stop.

  “I’ve dreamt about this,” Gage whispered as he feathered kisses over her lips, cradling her face in both of his big, callused hands. “I’ve fantasized about tasting you again.”

  Kylie stared into Gage’s mocha brown eyes, wishing he would stop talking and put his mouth back on hers. The words he spoke made her body throb and the feel of Travis’ warm mouth as he sucked on her skin had her sex clenching painfully. Oh, hell.

  She was beyond drunk on passion, consumed by a lust-induced high, so much so that if they even thought about stopping, she might just lose it.

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  Gage wanted to drive his tongue deep into Kylie’s mouth, to savor her sweetness, but as he caught sight of Travis sliding his tongue over her delicate skin, he found himself caught up in watching the way he savored the taste of her. It was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen and admittedly, this wasn’t new to him.

  Well, the three person involvement wasn’t new to him. But the urgent need to have Travis’ tongue on him was. It had been a long time since Gage had been involved with another man other than the prelude with Travis that had led them to this point. Years. For the longest time, he’d restricted himself to threesomes with Kaleb because he didn’t have to worry about the temptation. He wasn’t interested in his friend like that, and he knew Kaleb wasn’t interested in men.

  And then when he’d joined Club Destiny as a necessity for his job, Gage had only experimented a little, never having intercourse with a man while he was there. More blow jobs and hand jobs than anything else. But with Travis... Fucking hell. Gage wanted Travis – all of him – with a desperation that defied logic.

  Kylie’s harsh breaths brought his attention back to her, and he slid his tongue between her lips again, over her teeth and then deeper until her eager little tongue met his, dueling with a passion he hadn’t expected. With her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer, Gage wa
s hard pressed not to pull her off of Travis and into his lap so he could grind his iron hard dick against her, knowing she’d be smoking hot and ready for him.

  Within seconds, she’d stolen every ounce of his sanity as she tried to pull them both closer, removing one of her arms from his neck and wrapping it around Travis, holding him to her as he continued to suck on the delicate skin of her neck.

  She was the one to break away, and she eased back a little which caused Travis to pull back. “I need more,” she whispered, her breath coming in urgent gulps. “I want…”

  “What do you want, Kylie?” Travis urged when she let the sentence trail off.

  “I want to see you kiss him,” she replied, and Gage wasn’t sure he could be more surprised than he was.

  Gage locked eyes with Travis, leaving the next move up to him. It wasn’t as if the man were going to give up control and Gage was ok with that. For now.

  Watching as Travis searched Kylie’s face briefly, Gage focused on breathing. In. Out. Again. Just when doubt started to settle in, the earth shifted beneath him, and Gage growled as Travis’ mouth claimed his. Their tongues lashed at one another while Kylie’s fingers threaded into the hair at Gage’s nape. He pictured her doing the same to Travis as she watched them. The mental image kicked things up a notch, and Gage growled into Travis’ mouth, praying he wasn’t going to stop.

  There was nothing gentle about the way Travis kissed him, but Lord have mercy, he didn’t want gentle when it came to Travis. The way their lips pressed together was brutal and punishing and fucking fantastic. Travis owned the kiss and Gage let him take the reins because his brain cells weren’t functioning. Travis’ tongue was warm and insistent, his hand firm on his neck as he held him close, a frenzy of teeth and lips and tongues as they devoured one another.

  “Oh, God,” Kylie breathed the words, her fingers tightening in his hair, her body moving, adjusting so she was damn near in both of their laps.

  He wanted her naked. Hell, he wanted all of them naked. Gage wanted to feel her teeth against his nipples as Travis made love to his mouth with his wicked tongue.

  Travis pulled back reluctantly, and they both looked to Kylie, but she seemed just as excited by watching them as she had been when Gage had kissed her. As expected, Travis didn’t give them much time to recover before he jerked Kylie to him, their mouths fusing as Gage watched. The sight was so damn erotic, the two of them only inches away, the soft moans that Kylie made. Shit, if they kept this up, they were likely to rock the truck off of its axles.

  Apparently, ten years were too long to go without the taste of something so familiar and Travis seemed to be making up for lost time. Gage knew all too well because it had only been a couple of months for him, and he was eager for more. The one time with Kylie hadn’t been nearly enough.

  As they continued to devour one another, Gage slid his palms beneath Kylie’s shirt and smiled when she sucked in a breath, her stomach muscles tightening beneath his fingers. He didn’t hesitate as he trailed his hands upward, cupping both of her full, firm breasts gently. She abruptly pulled back, groaning impatiently as she did and Gage stilled, expecting her to call a halt to this.

  “Don’t stop.”

  One thing he’d learned about Kylie, once she let loose, the woman clearly knew what she wanted. She’d been just as demanding when they were at her house.

  Before he could remove his hands from beneath her shirt, Travis took over, lifting it up and over her head. And now she was topless, the only thing obscuring his view of her beautiful tits was the black lace bra he continued to snag with his rough hands.

  “Take it off,” Travis demanded, but Gage wasn’t sure whether he was talking to him or Kylie.

  Apparently she didn’t have the same trouble understanding directions because she slid her arms behind her, freeing the clasp. Her movements were assertive, confirming just how much she was into this. The haze of lust shining in her baby blue eyes clarified even if he’d had any doubts. Which he didn’t.

  Gage hadn’t even realized he wasn’t moving until Travis took his hand, lifting it to cover Kylie’s soft, firm breast. With Travis’ hand covering his, their fingers linked, they proceeded to squeeze and fondle her as she watched. Fully back in the game, Gage leaned forward, slowly teasing the nipple closest to his mouth with the tip of his tongue, circling the hardened point. Only when she began thrusting her chest forward, begging for more did he suck her fully into his mouth, using his tongue to press her distended nipple against the roof of his mouth. Her urgent cry had him applying more pressure as Travis continued to tighten his hand over his.

  “Travis! Gage!”

  The sound of both their names on her lips was the most erotic thing Gage had ever heard. He might not be a novice when it came to threesomes, but he was generally the third, which meant he didn’t usually get the pleasure of hearing his name fall from anyone’s lips. To hear Kylie scream for him made his dick pulse with eager anticipation.

  Kylie’s arm tightened around his head, pulling him closer as he suckled with renewed vigor. He thought she might come apart at the seams when Travis released his hand and mirrored his actions on her other breast, lapping at her nipple eagerly. A gentle, rhythmic tremor shook her body as she cried out their names over and over. Gage waited for the exact moment when he thought she was plummeting over the edge before he lightly bit her nipple, making her cry out as she climaxed, her body bowing so beautifully. Gage wasn’t sure he’d be able to hold himself in check for much longer.

  Having her willing and pliant in his hands should’ve been enough, but Gage knew that what they were going for wasn’t quick, and it wasn’t the type of encounter that should take place in the front seat of his truck. No matter how tempting it was to drag her shorts from her body and to release his cock from his jeans, they weren’t teenagers, and he wasn’t looking for this to be over any time soon.

  And he had no doubt that he’d be buried to the hilt in her pussy before the water ever retreated from the road if they kept this up. He just couldn’t bring himself to do it. No matter how hard his cock was.

  Pulling back, Gage released Kylie as her trembling subsided, her orgasm leveling out.

  “Did you come?” Travis whispered, his lips pressing along her throat.

  “Yes.” Her voice was so soft, Gage barely heard her.

  “You’re so damn responsive, baby. Imagine what it’ll be like when we get you naked.”

  Staring up at her, Gage took in the most beautiful sight and sent up a silent prayer that what he was about to do wasn’t going to end this before it ever got started. After all, when he hit pause on this interlude, he risked her thinking too much, changing her mind.

  Then again, if she did, it wasn’t meant to be in the first place.

  Sneaking a peek out the front windshield, he noticed that the rain had subsided for the most part, which meant they might have a chance of making it across the swollen creek within the hour. The question was whether they’d be able to hold out for that long before he could get her somewhere other than the inside of his truck.

  “What do you say we try to head back? Find a place to dry off before this goes any further. I don’t think there’s enough room in here for us to do everything we want to you anyway.”

  Kylie’s eyes met his and then an unusually flirtatious, extremely enticing smile tipped her lips. “I was thinking the exact same thing.”

  Chapter Twenty Two

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  So this was the old farmhouse Kylie was planning to restore for Gage. He’d seen it before but never up close and personal. And quite frankly, Travis was getting damn tired of looking at the outside of it. However, since Gage wasn’t making any move to get out of the truck quickly, he was at a bit of a loss. It wasn’t like he could just waltz right in.

  Shit. From where he sat, it looked like the house was vacant, so he was leery of what they were doing there in the first place. As the house went out of focus, Travis thought about counting the rai
ndrops on the windshield in front of him. It was either that or crawl right out of his damn skin.

  He wanted to ask why Gage had chosen this place, but he didn’t. He wanted to ask Kylie to sit astride his cock so he could immerse himself balls deep inside of her. Again, no go. Probably wouldn’t go over well.

  So, Travis sat in his seat, pretending to be comfortable waiting for them to GET THE FUCK OUT OF THE TRUCK! Ok, so he was slowly going insane. Travis wondered if they knew that. Maybe they were doing it on purpose. He wouldn’t put it past them.

  It was unfortunate that his truck was DOA because he’d much rather have followed them to Gage’s house. Not that it would’ve changed the situation he was in now at all. That hope had been shot to shit after a quick perusal of the damage. As soon as they realized the low water crossing was safe enough for them to cross, they’d stopped for all of three minutes before Travis had accepted the fate of his truck. It wasn’t going anywhere until he could get a wench and pull the damn thing out of the mud. Of course Gage didn’t have one. Why the hell would the cop be prepared?

  So, Travis had settled back into Gage’s truck, painstakingly aware of the fact that Kylie wasn’t wearing a bra. Nope, she’d refused to put it back on because it was wet, she’d said. Right. She was just trying to push him right off the ledge and into crazy town. The lust was driving him mad.

  But, the good thing, she didn’t seem at all nervous. Funny thing because Travis was battling a rare case of nerves. Then again, they weren’t all that rare when she was around which was also amusing.

  And fucking annoying.

  When they’d been discussing where to go, Gage had suggested this place because it was off the beaten path and they were less likely to have visitors. Made sense. It was true, at any given time one or more of Travis’ brothers would show up at his house if they felt like it. Usually unannounced as well.