Because Naughty Holidays Can Be Oh So Nice 2015

by Nicole Edwards

  “Did you get it fixed?” Kylie asked, hopeful.

  “Ethan and Beau did,” Gage answered.

  “Da!” Kate squealed when Gage approached, lifting her arms for him to pick her up.

  “Hey, precious,” he said, pulling her into his arms and kissing her forehead. “She ready for bed?”

  “She’s been fightin’ it.” For the past hour, Kylie had been doing whatever it took to keep Kate awake so her daddies could spend a few minutes with her. It hadn’t been easy, and truth was, Kylie was exhausted.

  “Mind if I read to her tonight?” Gage asked, leaning down and kissing her gently on the lips.

  “Be my guest. Where’s Travis?”

  Gage nodded his head toward the living room. “On the phone.”

  Kylie followed Gage, and sure enough, Travis was standing in the living room, his cell phone pressed to his ear. When he caught sight of Kate, he grinned.

  “Perfect, man. I’ll see you tomorrow then.” A slight pause, followed by, “Cool. Talk to you later.”

  “Da!” Kate blurted, waving her arm, though Kylie could tell it was taking every ounce of her willpower to stay awake. She was stubborn, just like her fathers.

  “Hey, sugar bug,” Travis said to Kate. “You goin’ to bed?”

  “Gage is gonna read to her,” Kylie told him.

  “Need me to help?” Travis asked Gage.

  “Nope. We’ve got this, don’t we?” Gage grinned at Kate, bouncing her in his arms.

  Travis kissed Kate again. “I’ll see you in the mornin’ then. I’m gonna go in late to the office, so I’ll be here when she gets up.”

  Gage’s eyes narrowed, and Kylie knew what that look meant. Thinking back to the phone call, she put two and two together. If she had to guess, he’d gone and figured out something else to put their holiday decorations over the top, and it would be delivered tomorrow.

  “I’ll be back down in a bit,” Gage said, leaning Kate toward Kylie so she could kiss her good night.

  When the two of them were up the stairs, Kylie turned her attention on Travis. “What did you do?”

  The sexy, lopsided grin he shot her way sent a ribbon of heat curling through her belly. The man was good at seduction.

  And changing the subject.

  “Come here,” he said huskily. “I missed you today.”

  “Did you now?” Yep, definitely good at changing the subject.

  “Know what I wanna do?” he asked, his voice a low rumble against her ear.

  “I can imagine,” she said.

  “Think so?” Travis stood to his full height, then stared down at her.

  She didn’t answer, because he took her hand and tugged her toward the couch. She let out a squeal when he tossed her down and settled himself on top of her, making her laugh.

  “This what you were thinking?” he asked mischievously.

  “Something like that,” she said, loving the smile on his face.

  “Good. Now kiss me.”

  Travis didn’t lean down to her; he made it so she had to lift her head to meet his lips. When she pressed hers to his, she felt his smile. The man was incorrigible, but that was something she loved about him.

  “Mmm,” he grumbled against her lips. “Have I mentioned how good you taste?”

  “Not lately, no.” Kylie wrapped her arms around his neck and twined her fingers in the silky-smooth hair at the nape of his neck. He needed a haircut.

  When his hand snaked beneath her sweater, Kylie shifted to give him more room. His warm hand traveled over her stomach, then over her breast, cupping her firmly.

  “You’ve got too many clothes on,” he muttered.

  “With two-hundred pounds of alpha male on top of me, I won’t be able to do anything about that,” she said with a giggle.

  “No? Well, let me help you out.”

  In a flash, Travis was up on one knee, his hands gripping the bottom of her sweater and quickly helping her out of it. He then got to his feet and worked her leggings and panties down her hips, leaving her clad in only her bra.

  “That’s gotta go, too,” he said, his eyes full of heat as they raked over her naked body.

  Reaching one hand beneath her, Kylie unhooked her bra, then yanked it down her arms and tossed it to the floor with the rest of her clothes.

  “Better,” Travis growled.

  “But now you’ve got on too many clothes,” she told him.

  “I can fix that,” he said, almost as though it were a dare.

  “What’re you waitin’ for?” she teased.

  Nothing, apparently, because within a minute, Travis had stripped down to bare skin and was hovering over her once again, his knee pressed between her legs, the heavy length of his cock resting on her belly.

  “I love this part,” Travis whispered.

  “Which part is that?” she asked, keeping her voice low as she wound her arms around him again, pulling him closer, enjoying the skin-to-skin contact.

  “The part…” Travis shifted. “Where I get…” He shifted again, the thick head of his cock sliding through her slick folds. “To be inside you.”

  “Travis!” The word escaped on a breathless moan as he aligned their bodies and thrust into her.

  He growled again, his elbows sliding up next to her sides, bracketing her beneath him. His hips retreated, then slammed forward again, stealing the air from her lungs thanks to the surge of pleasure that assaulted her.

  “Like that?” he whispered.

  “Love it. So much. Don’t stop,” she pleaded.

  Nearly crushed beneath him, Kylie dug her fingernails into his wide shoulders as he rolled his hips, causing a chain reaction of glorious sensation as he lit up the sensitive nerve endings deep inside her.

  “Tight,” he groaned. “Fuck, baby. So good.”

  Minutes passed as he continued to make love to her in a way only Travis knew how. He didn’t rush, but never slowed, either, his hips working as he impaled her over and over, rolling, circling, hitting all the right spots. It was the perfect end to an incredible day. The only way it could’ve possibly been better was if Gage were there, but she couldn’t deny the one-on-one time with Travis was fantastic, too.

  “You gonna come for me?” he asked, the bristle of his cheek sliding against hers. “I wanna feel your pussy grip my dick, Kylie. Come for me, baby.”

  When he focused all of his energy on her, Kylie knew she had no chance of surviving it. She gave herself over to the sensation, spurred on by his rough groans of pleasure. When he shifted again, his hand sliding between their bodies, she knew he was going to send her spiraling into the abyss when he—

  “Oh, God! Travis!” Rolling her hips, Kylie tried to increase the friction of him inside her, along with the fantastic pressure of his thumb on her clit.

  “That’s it,” he said, peering down at her as he lifted his head. “Come for me.”

  Kylie closed her eyes, immersed in the overwhelming sensations. He drove his hips forward, back, forward, back until that warm glow deep in her core turned into a blaze of heat and energy, surging outward. Her body tensed, her back bowed, and she ground her teeth together as she cried out from the orgasm that ripped through her.

  “So fucking pretty,” Travis growled, then slammed into her again and again. “Ah, yeah. Fuck. Gonna come, Ky. Gonna come inside you.”

  “Please,” she begged, digging her nails into his back as she urged him.

  “Fuck.” Travis’s hips stilled, and she could feel him pulsing inside her.

  They remained just like that for a few moments, staring at one another in the dimly lit living room.

  “If we’re lucky,” he whispered, leaning down and brushing his mouth against hers, “then we’ll be pregnant again before the year’s out.”

  A smile formed on her mouth and her heart swelled. She hoped that was the case, as well. Another baby with the two men she loved most in the world.

  Kylie couldn’t think of a better Christmas present than that.


  Chapter Seven

  Two days later, Thursday

  “WHAT’RE YOU DOIN’ out here?” Kylie asked when she appeared on the front porch next to his chair.

  Gage smiled up at her. “Just watchin’ the lights.”

  “Can I sit with you?”

  “Of course.” Taking in the long skirt and loose-fitting sweater she wore, Gage’s body hardened instantly at the thought of her sitting on his lap. Since he was in the wide, cushioned wicker chair, there wasn’t much room for her otherwise. Though she could sit on him easily, beside him wasn’t really an option.

  Grabbing her hips, he started to pull her down, but Kylie clearly had other plans. Turning to face him, she placed one knee beside his hip, raising her skirt out of the way. He held on to her while she straddled his lap, facing her.

  “What’re you up to?” he asked, keeping his voice low.

  “Nothing,” she said sweetly, her tone belying her actions as she ground against his dick. The only things separating them were his sweatpants and whatever she had on beneath her skirt. His cock came to life, thickening from the thought of her riding him right here on the porch.

  “Where’s Travis?” he asked.

  “Putting Kate to bed.”

  Gage smiled, sliding his hands beneath the flimsy material of her skirt until he found her smooth, warm thighs. He ventured higher, gliding his fingertips along soft skin, stopping when his fingertips grazed the apex of her thighs.

  He groaned. “You’re missin’ your panties.”

  “I must’ve forgotten to put them on,” she said teasingly.

  Taking advantage of that, Gage used his thumbs to separate her folds, teasing her gently as she hummed her pleasure.

  Kylie leaned forward, resting her elbows on his shoulders, her hands sliding into his hair as she stared back at him. The woman was breathtaking, probably more so now than ever before. It seemed she got prettier with every passing day. Sometimes he thought he fell in love with both of them more and more with every minute he got to spend with them. He wasn’t sure that was even possible, but his heart didn’t seem to know that.

  “I love you,” Kylie whispered, leaning in and pressing her lips to his.

  “Love you, too, baby.” Pulling his hands out from beneath her skirt, Gage cupped her head, holding her as their lips melded together, tongue sliding against tongue.

  He was lost in the kiss, content to simply sit there and make out with her, but it didn’t take long before Kylie was attempting to work his dick out of his sweatpants.

  Pulling back from her, he chuckled. “Lookin’ for somethin’?”

  “Yes,” she said with a smirk. “I want you inside me. Right now.”

  There was no way in hell he could say no to that.

  Lifting his hips, he managed to shove his sweatpants down while Kylie crawled closer. With a little adjustment, he guided his dick to the entrance to her body. With her help, he seated himself fully inside her with a strangled grunt, the pleasure locking up all of his muscles briefly.

  Their eyes remained linked together as Kylie began rocking her hips, taking him deep inside her body. He tried to keep quiet, but it wasn’t easy. They didn’t have any neighbors, so he wasn’t worried too much about anyone hearing them, but they were outside. There were a few cars that would travel down the road in front of their house from time to time. Not that he thought they could see them, because the porch light was off and the lights from the tree in the yard would offer a buffer, but still.

  “Gage,” she said breathlessly.

  “Tell me, baby,” he encouraged. “Tell me what you need.”

  “More of this,” she said. “Just like this.”

  Gripping her hips, he guided her, forward, back, again and again, his dick sliding through her slickness, the smooth walls of her pussy stroking against him. The pleasure was intoxicating.

  Content to keep at it for as long as she would allow him, Gage simply watched her.

  A moment later, the screen door squeaked. Gage glanced over as Kylie stilled on his lap.

  “Don’t stop on my account,” Travis said softly. “I just came out to get a better view.”

  Gage grinned, then pulled Kylie’s mouth down to his while she resumed her pace, riding him slowly.

  Travis perched on the railing nearby, and Gage could feel his eyes on them. It was hot to know that Travis was watching them. Kylie must’ve thought so, too, because she began to move faster, her hips jerking forward and back as she attempted to take him deeper.

  “Hold that thought,” Gage told her, stilling her hips with his hands.

  Bracing her ass, he shifted so that he could get to his feet, holding her against him, his cock still lodged deep, sweatpants around his thighs. Setting her on the wide railing beside Travis, Gage lifted her legs, taking control as he began fucking her slow and deep.

  “Move the skirt outta the way,” Travis instructed, placing his arm around her.

  Kylie used one hand to pull up the skirt, offering them both a view of Gage’s glistening cock sliding in and out of her pussy.

  “Damn, that’s pretty,” Travis said roughly.

  Gage felt the tingle in his spine, a sure warning that his release wasn’t far off. He didn’t want to stop, but it felt too good.

  “Harder,” Kylie pleaded. “Faster.”

  Adjusting his hold on her legs, he pulled her toward him so that Travis was having to hold her in place to keep her from falling off the wooden rail. He began fucking her hard and fast, just as she’d asked. He felt another electrical pulse inside him and knew he’d have to send her over soon.

  “Come for me, Kylie,” he ground out, never stopping.

  Kylie cried out as he slammed into her, over and over. Just when he thought he was going to come before she ever got to that point, her body tensed, her muscles locking down on his dick. She milked his release from him, along with a rough growl.

  It took a minute for the lusty fog to clear from his brain, but when it did, he found Kylie smiling up at him.

  “That was perfect,” she said.

  “I’d have to agree,” Travis said with a chuckle. “But next time, let me know beforehand so I can catch the whole show.”

  “Sure,” Gage said, still trying to catch his breath. “Because when a hot chick wants to ride your dick, the first thing you think about is making sure you have an audience.”

  Travis’s laugh echoed on the cool night air. “Hey, can’t blame me for tryin’.”

  AFTER TAKING A shower, Travis crawled into bed beside Kylie, sliding his arm over her and finding Gage on the other side. He was tired, and for the first time in a long time, his brain wasn’t overloaded with thoughts of work, what needed to be done tomorrow, or what chores needed to get done. He was content with the quiet that had settled in his head for now.

  “You ready for the judging tomorrow?” Kylie whispered, turning to face him.

  “Yep,” he said. Not because he was worried about winning, although there was that. But more so because he was looking forward to spending more time with Kate and Kylie and Gage. They’d all agreed to take the day off, including his brothers and their wives.

  “So, is this a new tradition we’re starting?” Kylie asked.

  “Maybe.” He’d like to think so. For all of his life, his mother and father had immersed them in tradition, strengthening the foundation of their family, and Travis knew that was important. He wanted that to continue with each of their families. It would be so easy for all of them to go their own ways, to become so involved in their day-to-day that they didn’t have time for things such as a holiday free-for-all.

  Travis hoped, with the help of his brothers, they could keep the traditions going for the next generation of Walkers.

  “Well, I hope you win,” Kylie whispered.

  “We,” he corrected.

  “Yes, we,” she said with a chuckle. “Because we all know I had any say in the madness.”

  “You didn’t stop him,” Gage mumbl
ed sleepily, shifting so that he was facing them, his chest to Kylie’s back. “It’s the same thing.”

  “True,” Kylie agreed. “Regardless, Kate and I are proud of you. We’ll vote for you, no matter what.”

  Travis grinned. “Wait till she rides on the train. She might not be as on board with a sixty-foot Christmas tree at that point.”

  Hell, Travis wished he could ride that train.

  Not that he intended to tell anyone that.

  Ever.

  Chapter Eight

  JUDGING DAY HAD finally arrived, and Travis could feel the excitement in the air.

  They’d arrived at his parents’ house a little after nine for breakfast. His mother had surprised them all by making homemade donuts, something she hadn’t done in … hell, probably not since he was in high school. When they’d been kids, it had been the most thrilling breakfast she could’ve possibly come up with, and it didn’t seem that much had changed.

  And now, after having two, Travis was seated at the table with his father and Kate, waiting for the others to arrive.

  Zane, V, and Reid were the next to arrive, followed closely by Brendon and Cheyenne. After Zane had rummaged through the different options—sprinkles, no sprinkles, glazed, cake, chocolate, the list went on and on—his brothers and their better halves settled in the dining room with Kylie and Gage.

  Everyone seemed to be making their way through the door, looking tired until they smelled the donuts. But Travis had to admit, one of his brothers was more excited than the others. The minute Sawyer walked in the back door, Kennedy at his side, Travis watched his brother’s face light up, his nose sniffing the air. His eyes widened, and he let out a whoop so loud it had startled Buster.

  “Donuts! You have got to be kidding me,” Sawyer exclaimed. “Holy—”

  “Watch it,” Curtis growled with a grin, picking up his coffee mug.

  “You made all these?” Sawyer asked, kissing Lorrie on the cheek as he passed her.

  “Your father helped,” she replied, and all eyes turned to Curtis.

  “Seriously?” Travis wasn’t sure he believed it.