Travis (26 page)

Travis
grinned even wider. He liked the fact that she had given this some thought.

“And
maybe Covet for the other one?”

Sawyer
was staring at Kylie like she had a third breast. On her forehead. “How’d you
do that?”

Travis
watched in silent fascination. It would seem that Sawyer was speechless, which
was damn near impossible. Travis wasn’t sure the boy had stopped talking ever
since he said his first word at the age of two.

“Well,
as much as I like the names you came up with, I’m thinking there might be some
unsavory characters checking you guys out. So, unless that’s what you’re going for…”
Kylie let her sentence hang as she smiled brightly.

“How
unsavory?” Sawyer asked, another wink to go along with it.

Travis
growled. Literally growled.

“Chill,
bro. S’all good.” Sawyer downed half his beer before turning his attention back
to Kylie. “No, seriously. I’ve been thinkin’ about names for months and hadn’t
come up with a single one. I like your ideas,” he assured her, glancing back to
Travis. “I think we’ve got names.”

“Don’t
you think you oughta talk to Zane first?”

“Hell,
no. He’s stumped too and was trying to push that off on me anyway.” Sawyer
looked back at Kylie. “Covet and Crave. It’s fantastic.”

Travis
let his arm slip around Kylie’s shoulders, pulling her against him and placing
a kiss against the top of her head. He hadn’t even realized what he did until
it was too late. Gage, Kylie
and
Sawyer were all three staring at him
like he’d just announced that he was running for president or some bullshit.

Kylie’s
warm hand landed on his thigh beneath the table, and he sucked in a breath, her
reassurance doing wonders for his temper. “Quit fucking staring at me,” he
barked at Sawyer.

“Sorry,
bro, it’s just –” Before Sawyer could complete his sentence, he stiffened, his
head turning to watch a woman as she passed.

Travis
glanced behind him briefly, noticing how the familiar blonde strutted by their table
without stopping.

Kennedy
Endsley.

 “Ain’t
that your woman?” Gage asked, the first words he’d said since they walked in
the place aside from answering one of Sawyer’s questions.

“Fuck
you, Matthews,” Sawyer muttered. “If you’ll excuse me.” With that, Sawyer got
up and left the three of them alone.

Crisis
averted.

♀♂♂

Two
beers later and Kylie was ready to call it a night. Sawyer’s presence had at
least summoned somewhat of a smile from Gage, but as soon as he disappeared so
did any sort of emotion on Gage’s face. Kylie couldn’t imagine it was easy for
him right now. And yes, being in the dark, dusty bar was a temporary escape
from reality, but it wasn’t enough to keep his troubles from bearing down on
him.

But
she couldn’t leave. She had a little dilemma.

No
wheels.

Since
Travis had picked her up that morning – wow, had it only been that morning?
Well, because he picked her up, she didn’t have a way to get home unless she
were to ask one of them. And that wouldn’t be so difficult if she wanted to go
home.

Kylie’s
cell phone vibrated in her pocket, and she jumped.

“Vibrator
in your pocket?” Travis smirked, leaning in close.

For
the last half hour, he’d been sitting even closer than he had when they
arrived, and at some point, she’d gotten downright comfortable leaning against
him. Although the conversation revolved around her questions about the resort
and Travis’ short answers, she’d still been content to be there.

But
now, she just wanted to get Gage somewhere and try to take his mind off of the
fact that his house burned to the ground tonight. She knew he didn’t want to
talk about it, and she didn’t blame him. Before long, reality would set in, and
he’d have no choice but to deal with the aftermath. Until then, it was easier
to procrastinate.

Been
there. Done that.

Pulling
out her phone, Kylie saw she had a text.

“Oh
my God! My sister.”

“What’s
wrong?” Travis asked, turning in his seat, worry etched on his too handsome
face.

“Nothing.
I just can’t believe I totally forgot about her.” A delirious laugh escaped,
and Kylie rubbed her eyes. Yep, she was tired.

She
typed a quick text back, letting Jessie know she’d be home soon and then set
her phone on the table beside her empty beer bottle.

Not
even a minute later, the phone did a little dance on the table, and she grabbed
it.

I’m
out tonight. See you in the morning.

Her
fingers flew over the keys as she typed a response.

What
do u mean? Where r u?

The
response came quicker this time:

Don’t
worry about me. All’s good sis. Get some sleep.

“Ugghh!”
Kylie let her phone drop on the table.

“What’s
up?” Travis pulled his arm from around her.

“Jess
is out tonight. Said she won’t be back until tomorrow.”

“Well,
that’s good news,” Travis grinned. Kylie was tempted to look down and see if
her panties went “poof” right off her body. That was a devious smile, and there
was no mistaking what he was getting at.

“You
ready?” Travis whispered against her ear, sending a chill racing down her
spine. Ready for what, she wondered. Instead of asking, she nodded her head in
agreement.

When
Travis moved to get out of the booth, Gage followed suit and then they both
waited for her to stand. Once she was on her feet, they flanked her as though
she were something they wanted to protect. A foreign sensation twitched in her
chest, something she hadn’t felt in far too many years.

“Leaving
already?” A familiar, saccharine sweet voice called out from behind them as
they walked toward the door, and when Gage stopped, so did Kylie and Travis.

Turning,
she noticed the pretty dark haired waitress coming their way. The same one who
had shunned Kylie the entire night, but went out of her way to ensure Travis
and Gage were aware of the crater between her boobs. What she had going on was
so much more than mere cleavage.

What
happened next made Kylie’s stomach turn.

With
a long, perfectly manicured fingernail, the waitress ran the tip of her finger
down Gage’s chest as she stared up at him. “I’ll be home all by my lonesome
tonight if you feel like stopping by. You remember where the spare key is,
don’t you?”

Oh,
please. If it weren’t so gross, the waitress’s come on might’ve been amusing.
But the humor never came and a blinding rage built in Kylie’s chest, her hands
clenching into fists at her side as she watched the woman blatantly come on to
Gage.

Going
completely against her nature, Kylie wasn’t able to hold back the words that
came flying out of her mouth. “Awww, sweetie. Sorry, but in case you haven’t
noticed, he’s got company tonight.” The taller woman stared down at her, one
perfectly plucked eyebrow arched, but Kylie refused to back down. In fact, she
slid her arm through Gage’s and then Travis’ as she smiled sweetly. “Probably
more company than he knows what to do with.”

She
didn’t wait for a reaction from the woman, her anger was taking on shape, and
she wanted to get out of there. Fast. Turning, she tugged at Gage and Travis,
which was like trying to pull two boulders with fishing line. They didn’t move
nearly as fast as she wanted them to.

Once
outside, Kylie realized the rain had stopped, but the air was damp and humid,
clogging her lungs and not helping to cool her anger. She tried to pry her arms
away from Gage and Travis, now that they didn’t have an audience, but neither
man complied with her silent request. They held her tighter, pulling her
between them until they reached Gage’s truck.

She
was so mad, she barely registered that they were looming over her rather than
opening the doors so they could get in. Her irritation was mostly with herself
for being so bitchy, but she couldn’t help herself. She should’ve expected that
woman to come on to one or both of them. Hell, they probably had a long list of
women waiting for them to sneak in through the back door in the middle of the
night.

Whoa.

Kylie
looked up to see both Gage and Travis peering down at her. She suddenly felt as
though she were being cornered by two very aggressive, very hungry wolves.

“What?”
Yep, she asked that.

“I
like the possessive side of you,” Travis admitted, his voice deeper than usual
as he closed what little distance was left between them. “In fact, I like it so
much, I’m not going to be able to keep my hands off of you.”

That’s
when Gage moved in as well, and Kylie was pressed fully against the truck, the
door handle digging into the middle of her back, but the discomfort didn’t register
because she was too busy trying to keep from spontaneously combusting.

Gage
lifted her chin, and she stared up into lust filled brown eyes. “For the
record, I never knew where any key was in the first place, so there wasn’t
anything to remember. She’s just messing with you.”

Ok,
she couldn’t lie. Knowing that made her feel better. She briefly glanced down
at his lips, then back to his eyes. Without another word, his mouth came down
on hers. The kiss was one that was meant to stake claim, which suited her just fine.
Before she was ready, Gage’s dark, rich flavor was ripped away from her but was
quickly replaced by Travis’ familiar taste, laced with promise and a hint of
danger.

Ok,
well, if anyone was watching them, they surely saw her making out with two guys.

Oops.

“Get
in,” Travis ordered when he pried his lips from hers.

Kylie
turned, immediately going for the door handle that would allow her to escape
into the back seat of the truck, but a big, masculine hand stopped her, urging
her toward the front. Resigning herself to whatever they wanted from her, Kylie
climbed into the truck, receiving a hard slap on her ass as she went. When she
turned back to give whoever had done it a piece of her mind, she was stunned silent
as she watched Travis pull Gage in tight to him, their mouths colliding with
the same passion and desire she’d tasted from them both just seconds before.

So.
Damn. Hot.

Any
questions from the audience?

God,
she really did hope no one was watching. But not because she cared what they
saw, but honestly, Kylie would prefer to keep this action all for her eyes
only. Kylie was pretty sure she could be satisfied being a spectator, watching
these two men, but she wasn’t interested in sharing them with anyone else. Not
tonight anyway.

“I’m
driving.” It was a fact, not a request and Travis apparently realized Gage
wasn’t going to argue because he headed around to the driver’s side.

Kylie
didn’t know which one of them to look at, but since Gage was climbing in beside
her, she settled for keeping her eye on him.

“Where
are we going?” Kylie asked, suddenly giddy with excitement. If she were right,
they’d be picking up where they left off earlier in the shower.

“Your
place,” Travis stated. He didn’t ask whether it was all right with her, and
Kylie didn’t even think to argue with him. It kinda made sense. Jessie wasn’t
going to be home, and really, where else were they gonna go?

In
record time, less than an hour later, Travis was pulling Gage’s truck into
Kylie’s driveway. The drive had been a long one, filled with a silent sexual
tension that could’ve been cut with a knife. Now that they were at their
destination, the butterflies in her tummy were starting to stir, getting ready
for an all-out assault.

Following
Travis, Kylie climbed out of the truck. She went to the garage, keyed in the code
that would open the garage door, and then led both men inside. Once she reached
the entry to the house, she hit the button on the wall and lowered the door
behind them.

Sucking
in a deep breath, she walked into the house.

And
only made it three steps.

♂♂♀

Fifty
four minutes were more than enough time for foreplay. It didn’t matter that
fifty three of those had been spent with Travis behind the wheel and Kylie
fidgeting in the seat between him and Gage either. Now that they were at her
house, he was ready to strip her naked, and…

Travis
lost his train of thought as soon as Kylie stepped foot in her house. He rushed
her, pushing her up against the closest wall which happened to be in the
kitchen. Nice. Later he’d have to have a look around, check things out.

Much
later.

With
steady hands, he lifted her easily until her instincts took over and she
wrapped her arms and legs around him, her mouth crushing down on his in welcome.

Fuck.

Ever
since Kylie showed her possessive side, putting the flirty waitress – who Gage
apparently did not know intimately, thank God – in her place, he’d been biting
his tongue and doing algebra problems in his head just to keep him focused on
getting her home and not taking advantage of her right there in the front seat
of Gage’s truck.

Oh,
but it had been tempting. Tempting as hell.

Travis
thrust his hips forward, his cock pressing between the sweet, hot juncture of
Kylie’s thighs. He wished they were naked, but he wasn’t sure he could take the
time to remove their clothes with any sort of finesse.

Maybe
they could just take the edge off. Clothes be damned. Right here against the
wall.

When
they came up for air, Kylie reached behind Travis, crooking her finger at Gage,
and the man came forward, his bulky weight heavy and reassuring against Travis’
back.

Nope.
Had to lose the clothes. Needed body heat.

Kylie
leaned over Travis’ shoulder, but he couldn’t see what she was doing. By the
sexy sounds of tongues and lips working against one another, he could imagine. Here
he was, his dick on the verge of exploding, cradled in the warmth between
Kylie’s legs, and she was kissing Gage. So fucking hot.

“Better
show me the way to the bedroom, or we’re going to do this on your kitchen
table,” he warned them.

Kylie
had the nerve to laugh and Travis pinched her ass, making her squeal.

“Ok,
ok,” she giggled. “That way.” She wasn’t pointing, so he had no idea where she
was referring to, but he started walking anyway. The house wasn’t that big.

The
little minx wrapped her arms around his neck and proceeded to put her lips on
his neck, and…
Oh, fuck
.

“Baby,
at this rate, you’re gonna be lucky I get my cock out of my jeans. Take it
easy.”

“Fair
is fair. You left a mark on me, I’m just paying you back.”

Mmm.
Travis had noticed that sexy little hickey on her neck. He wasn’t sure whether
he had put it there or Gage and it really didn’t matter. He hadn’t done that
since he was a teenager and wasn’t sure he ever had the desire to do it either.
But seeing a mark on her made him want to put more.

In
places others wouldn’t see.

Like
the inside of her thigh.

Shit.

Travis
stumbled but held on to Kylie tight. She was going to make him come in his
jeans. Another thing he hadn’t done since he was a teenager.