Travis (39 page)

Instead
of them torturing Kylie with pleasure, Gage was including him as well.

Gage
sucked his finger into his mouth before sliding it into her ass just as he
sucked her clit between his lips, Kylie’s thighs straining as she fought to
keep her legs open.

“Oh…”

A
bead of precum pooled on the head of Travis’ cock, and he realized he was
stroking in earnest now, but he was too focused on Gage’s sensual invasion that
he hadn’t even noticed.

The
rumble that tore up from Travis’ chest was more than he could control, and he
growled into the sex scented air, unsure why he’d thought this was a good idea.
That’s when Gage stopped, pulling his fingers from her and standing to his full
height.

“Don’t
move from that position.”

Travis
knew Kylie was probably as uncomfortable as she looked laid out on the hard
wooden table, her shoulder blades pressing into the wood as her back bowed, the
obvious tension in her body pulling her tighter. Gage didn’t make her wait long
as he shed his jeans, dropping them to the floor before slipping on a condom he
must’ve had in his pocket. When he was sheathed, Gage leaned over Kylie,
bracing his hands beside her head.

Shit,
Travis hoped like hell that table could hold them both.

♂♀

Gage
couldn’t take anymore. Kylie’s response to his teasing had nearly shattered
him, and now his cock had taken on a life of its own. He needed to be inside of
her, and he couldn’t wait a second longer.

Freeing
a condom from his pocket, Gage managed to get himself sheathed as he pushed his
jeans over his hips. As soon as his jeans fell to the floor, he leaned over,
placing his hands beside her head to hold himself. Spreading his legs out
behind him, Gage had to angle his body in a push up position so that he didn’t
have to make her move. He wasn’t sure he’d be able to hold out any longer.

“Put
your legs around me,” he told her as his cock found the tight, wet entrance to
her pussy. The time for more teasing wasn’t now, and Gage eased into the molten
hot depths of Kylie’s body.

His
arm muscles screamed as he held up his own weight, his hips flexing, his cock
gliding in deep, retreating. Fuck she felt so damn good. He pounded into her,
his brain no longer in control, because the vice-like grip of her cunt was too
damn good. Her body bucked again, her arms flat on the table, her fingers
gripping the edge as though that would keep her from coming up off of it.

“That’s
it, baby,” he encouraged Kylie as she began to moan louder, her hips lifted off
the table as she forced herself against him.

“Fuck
me, Gage. Fuck me harder,” Kylie begged, her head tilted back, her neck
exposed. Despite the fire burning through his limbs as he held himself over
her, he did as she requested, slamming his hips forward, lunging deeper and
deeper inside of her with every punishing stroke.

God,
please don’t let the table break.

“Please
let me come!” Kylie screamed the words, her head turning to look at Travis who
was now standing beside them, stroking his cock vigorously.

“Come
for us, Kylie. You’re so beautiful when you come,” Travis told her.

Her
head thrashed on the table as her muscles locked, her legs clasping around his
hips, her heels digging into the small of his back as Gage slammed into her
once, twice. On the third time, his release barreled through him, and he came
with a vengeance.

Neither
of them moved until Travis stopped stroking himself.

Now
that Gage was somewhat coherent, he looked down at the table and wondered how
the fuck the thing had managed to hold his body weight. With shaking legs, he
pushed himself to his feet, holding out a hand to help her up. Kylie didn’t take
the proffered hand, she shook her head back and forth, a brilliant smile on her
face.

“You
didn’t come,” Kylie told Travis as she lay limp against the table watching him
as he dropped to the couch beside her.

“Not
yet. I don’t think my legs will work.”

He
was once again stroking his substantial erection with one strong hand as he
kept his eyes locked on Kylie’s prone form. His breaths were soughing in and
out of his lungs. He looked like he was in pain.

Kylie
must’ve noticed too because she slowly eased up until she was sitting on the
table, directly between Travis’ legs. Confidently, she fell to her knees in
front of him, replacing Travis’ hand with her own, stroking him as Gage watched
from the sidelines.

“Get
up here,” Travis commanded and Kylie complied quickly as Gage fed his own
carnality by observing. “Ride my cock,” he told her.

“Condom?”
Kylie asked, not moving from between his legs.

Travis
looked up at Gage as though he could miraculously produce a condom. That’s when
he remembered he did have another – he’d been prepared for anything – in the
pocket of his discarded jeans. Rummaging through them on the floor, he pulled
it out and tossed it toward Travis.

“Put
it on me.”

Travis’
eyes were hooded, his chest glistening with sweat, the spattering of fine, dark
hair that trailed down from his navel sparkled with perspiration as did the
taut skin over his pecs. His abs were flexed, lines of dense muscle contracting
as he shifted.

With
deft fingers, Kylie did as Travis instructed and then she gracefully straddled
his lap. In order to give his body a break, Gage moved around to the opposite
side of the couch, dropping boneless beside them so he’d have a better view.

“Oh,
fuck,” Gage breathed out the words as Kylie impaled herself on Travis’ rigid cock
in one quick motion, Travis’ sudden gasp evidence that it felt as amazing as it
looked.

“Baby,”
Travis groaned, his neck straining as he swallowed hard. “Kylie. Baby. Ride
me.”

The
desperation in his tone made Gage’s groin tighten. Travis was hanging on by a
flimsy grip, and Gage was more than ready to watch Kylie send him plummeting
into paradise.

“That’s
it. Just like that.” Travis tossed his head back on the couch, his neck muscles
standing out in stark relief, his jaw clamped tightly. Gage could see how rigid
he was, forcing himself to stay still as Kylie took her pleasure, grinding her
pelvis downward, raising up until her puckered nipples slid down Travis’ chest.

Gage
angled toward them, raising his hand to Travis’ face and urging him to face
him. When he did, Gage closed his mouth down over Travis’, tasting the passion
and need that the man had only recently unleashed.

“Kylie,
God, baby,” Travis groaned when he pulled away from Gage’s mouth. “You’re so
fucking sweet. Oh, yes. Clamp your pussy around me. Milk me.”

Kylie’s
breaths became choppier, more urgent as she hurried her pace, dropping down on
Travis’ cock like she’d been born to please him. “Come for me, Travis. Look me
in the eyes when you come. I want to see exactly what I do to you.”

Travis’
head jerked toward her, his body tensing as he locked eyes with her and Gage
once again, a voyeur who was just as much affected by their intimate
interaction as they were. When Kylie reached down and grabbed his hand, her
fingers twining with his as she did the same to Travis, Gage lost his breath.
It was almost as though she were grounding herself, reassuring herself that he
was right there with them.

“Come
for me, Travis. Right… now.” Kylie didn’t look away, but her hand squeezed
Gage’s painfully, her thigh muscles straining as she came, Travis’ doing the exact
same.

♂♀

“I
know for a fact you don’t have anything you can lay into me for,” Zane said the
moment he walked through the door of Walker Demo. Never mind the fact he was
grinning like a fool as the words tumbled out of his mouth.

Travis
laughed.

“Oh,
fuck.” Zane stopped after two steps, eyes wide, hand going to his chest. “It’s
getting worse.” Zane said, looking shocked and entirely too serious.

“I
know, right,” Sawyer chimed in. “I think we’re gonna have to get him to the
doctor. Second time he’s laughed in the last hour. I’m thinking it’s food
poisoning.”

“Fuck
off. Both of you,” Travis retorted with a grin.

Ok,
so maybe he was acting strange. Even he had noticed that the smiles seemed to
be at the ready, and he was feeling lighter, like that eighteen wheeler sized weight
wasn’t sitting on his chest anymore.

“See,
now that’s better.” Zane grinned as he grabbed a spare chair and flipped it
around before straddling it. “What’s up, boss man?”

Travis
held out hope. Maybe, just maybe, they’d leave him alone now that they’d gotten
their jabs in.

Staring
back at his brothers, he jumped right into the reason he’d called them in that
morning. The only reason he wasn’t still in bed with Kylie and Gage. “I wanted
to make sure you guys knew the GC said they should be ready for a final walk
through for the clubs in three weeks.”

“Already?
Holy shit that was fast.”

“That
doesn’t mean we don’t have a lot of work ahead of us. We’re just moving to a
different phase,” Travis told him.

“Got
it, but still. I wasn’t expecting them to be finished for at least a month or
two. They’re kicking ass.”

That
was an understatement. Travis fully expected the resort to be open at the first
of the year, but at this rate, they might be a month early. According to the
general contractor, the fact that they opted for the individual bungalows had
sped up progress significantly. Probably one of the only design modifications
Travis made that hadn’t sent the guy hovering on the edge of a coronary. After
some lengthy discussions, Travis ended up sticking with the original hotel
plans, except he modified them to downsize slightly. It was Travis’ only option
for adding the additional bungalows he wanted.

“Are
we good with names for the clubs then?” Zane asked, glancing back and forth
between Travis and Sawyer.

“Hell
yes. Shit, please don’t ask me to come up with something else because I’m not
sure I’ve got enough brain power to handle that task again.”

“Again?
You didn’t come up with them in the first place, Mr-how-‘bout-Debauchery-or-Depravity.”

“Wait,
you mean I could’ve named my club Depravity? Shit, why didn’t I get a say in
this?” Zane smirked.

Travis
pretended not to hear his brother, grinning as he continued, “So, y’all are
still content with Crave and Covet, right?”

“Yep,
that’s what we agreed on,” Sawyer confirmed.

“Which
one do I get?” Zane asked. The man was enjoying this way too much, but Travis
didn’t have it in him to piss his brother off at the moment.

He
could thank Gage and Kylie for that. For the last week, they had ensured Travis
didn’t have enough energy to crawl out of bed, much less to build up a good
mad. He had to say that he was enjoying the feeling.

He
wasn’t even trying to keep it hidden anymore. Those four walls constructed of
steel beams, granite and encased in bullet proof glass around his heart had
crumbled into dust. Although he fully accepted what that meant for him, he’d
opted to take things one day at a time, reluctant to bring up anything that
might have either of them running in the opposite direction. As a natural-born
pessimist, Travis still had his doubts on forever, but at least he wasn’t
hunting down Cupid with an assault rifle.

“So,
you ever gonna spill what happened?” Zane’s question pulled Travis from his
thoughts, and he faced his youngest brother.

“You
talking to me?”

“Hell
yes.”

Confusion
wracked him as he searched his memory banks for what Zane was referring to.
When he came up empty, he jacked one eyebrow up, cocked his head to the side
and waited for Zane to continue. As he expected, he didn’t have to wait long.

“You
know… when’d you have the lobotomy performed? Who was the doc? I’d like to send
a thank you card and flowers.”

“Fuck.
Off.” Travis smiled, and he was almost positive his lips reached his ears. Both
Sawyer and Zane laughed right along with him.

They
quieted when the door opened and in walked Braydon and Brendon. Great. Just
what Travis needed. The damn peanut gallery. Knowing the twins, they were armed
and ready to give him shit too.

Travis
glanced behind them to see Jessie, looking as though she’d been told that
morning that she was going to witness some kind of demonic exorcism.

“Hey,
Jess,” Travis greeted her as the others glanced back at them and echoed their good
morning’s.

“Hi.”
So she wasn’t talkative in the morning like her sister was. Remembering how
Kylie managed to crawl out of bed every morning, chipper and grinning, made him
smile again.

“Hey,
you guys heading over to Gage’s?” Brendon asked as he stepped into the small
space, his head bouncing around as he looked at the three of them individually.
“Wait. What happened?”

 “It’s
no biggie,” Zane answered in all seriousness. “It looks like Travis’
personality transplant
is
permanent, and we were just getting the goods
on who performed the surgery so we can buy him a gift to show our appreciation.
You know, like a house.”

Travis
forced a frown and wiped the smile from his face, hoping they’d take the hint.
As he glanced down at his laptop, the damn thing came back.
Shit
. The
room erupted in more laughter, and for once, Travis gave in and joined them.

Braydon
stepped around Brendon and the smile that broke out on his face told Travis
that he was going to hate where this conversation was about to go. “So what’s
the word, Bubba? Who’s responsible for this amazing feat?”

“Don’t
y’all have work to do?” Travis asked, the smile falling of its own accord as he
watched the silent interaction between Brendon and Jessie. If his instincts
were correct, and they usually were, there was some tension between the two of
them, and it wasn’t sexual.

“We’re
on our way to Gage’s,” Brendon told the room when everyone quieted down.

“Who’s
coming with?” Braydon asked.

“Every
one of you better be there,” Travis responded, glancing at each of them in
turn.

“I’m
in. V’s getting ready and I told her I’d stop back by and pick her up.” Zane’s
response came with the sound of a man in love.

Travis
couldn’t help but wonder if that was what he was feeling. Love? The word was so
alien to him, he wasn’t sure he even knew the accurate definition.

“Yeah,
I’m in. As soon as I finish up here with Travis,” Sawyer stated and Travis knew
that since they didn’t have any more real business to tend to that there was a personal
conversation he was required to join in.

Tempted
to run out the door and avoid any and all interrogation, Travis had to force
his ass to remain in his chair. He was not up to talking, and he didn’t care if
it was Sawyer doing the questioning. He had no intention of sharing. Not yet. He
didn’t want to jinx what currently was as perfect as he could have imagined it
to be.

“Where’s
E?” Zane asked, searching the room as though Ethan might just jump out from
behind one of the file cabinets.

“Haven’t
seen him since last night at Moonshiners,” Brendon responded. “Think he was
arguing with Blake. At least it looked like an argument to me.”

“I
saw him talking to Beau before I left last night,” Braydon tacked on. “It was
late, so I’m sure he’s still in bed.”

Right.
Travis knew E better than that. The man didn’t sleep late. Ever.

“Well,
we’re stopping in town to get breakfast tacos and then heading over. You might wanna
get your ass in gear. I doubt Gage is gonna be all that happy we’re runnin’
late,” Braydon informed the room.

“We
good, Trav?” Zane asked.

Travis
looked over to see his youngest brother standing to his feet. Rather than risk
what might come out of his mouth, he nodded his head and then returned his
attention to the computer screen. Not that he had any interest in what was
reflected there, nor could he even tell you what it was.

“You
coming with us, Bubba?” Braydon asked, and Travis looked up.

“I’ll
catch up with y’all at Gage’s. Seems like I’ve got an unexpected meeting that’s
come up,” he told them as he peered over at Sawyer.

The
twins and Zane picked up their own conversation as they walked out the door,
and Travis pinned Sawyer with a glare.

“Answer
me this, big brother.”

Travis
wanted to ignore Sawyer, but he knew it wasn’t going to work.

“I’ll
wait all day, you know I will,” his brother said when Travis didn’t take the
bait.

If
he was close to any of his brothers, it was Sawyer. Probably because they were
the oldest of the seven. Regardless, Travis knew he was being called to the
carpet, and he would answer his brother’s question, no matter what they were,
despite his reluctance. Much to his relief, Sawyer didn’t pull this shit often.

“Is
this thing with you and Gage and Kylie serious?”

The
abrupt tone of Sawyer’s question told Travis the man wasn’t looking for gossip,
and he wasn’t looking to pass judgment either. That didn’t make answering the question
any easier.

“Would
it bother you if it was?” Ok, that was so
not
the answer that was cued
up in his head. In fact, he’d prepared something along the lines of “fuck off,
it’s none of your damn business”, but it somehow got translated into something
ridiculous on the path from his brain to his mouth.

“Have
you ever known me to be one to judge?” Sawyer asked, the gravity of his tone
reflecting how serious he was.

Travis
pulled off his hat, set it on the edge of the desk as he leaned back in his
chair. Thrusting his hands through his hair, he closed his eyes.
Fuck
.

“Since
I don’t need to hear your answer to know what you’d say, I’m going to ask you
this. Are you trying to keep this to yourself?”

Yes.
“No.”

“Ok,
bro, I’m calling bullshit.” Sawyer’s tone had turned dark, his offense at being
lied to apparent.

“What
does it matter?” Travis met Sawyer’s eyes.

“It
doesn’t. Not beyond the fact that we just want you happy, and it’s clear you
are. That’s a good thing, Trav. You know I’m not one to offer advice, but you
need to look at it this way. If you’re happy, what the fuck does it matter what
others think?”

“Do
you even know what you’re asking? You know my track record, right?”
Shit
.
He didn’t want Sawyer to see his self-doubt.

“And
like I said, if you’re happy, what does it matter?”

“Because
this is serious shit, damn it. I’m not just playing fucking games like the rest
of ‘em. I’m not looking for a temporary threesome.”

Sawyer
leaned back, steepling his fingers over his massive chest and stared at him as
though he’d just revealed the secret to the universe. Surprisingly, there
wasn’t any judgment in his eyes. Travis wasn’t sure that made him feel any
better or not.

“You
love them? Both of them?”

Travis
looked down at the desk. He damn sure wasn’t answering that question. Even if
he was starting to believe that it was true. He had no interest in ruining a good
thing by spouting words like “love” or “forever”.

“And
just so we’re clear, I don’t care if you need two people to make you happy or
ten. When it’s right, it’s right.”

Travis
didn’t make eye contact. Wasn’t sure he could. His brother was saying all of
the things Travis had been thinking for the last few days.

“Trav,
look at me, bro,” Sawyer said gently.

When
Travis looked up again, there was a world of understanding in his brother’s
blue eyes as he once again leaned forward, his forearms resting on his desk.

“In
case you don’t remember, we grew up in the same house. Under the same roof with
the same set of morals and values. Our parents taught us to be ourselves, and
that means we don’t judge others. Granted, we might get away with straddling
that moral line more than others, but it also means it’s expected that we do
what we should to be happy.”

Travis
heard the words, understood them even. It didn’t mean he was interested in airing
his personal business.

“I’m
not asking for details, but I’ll tell you one thing. If you care about them at
all and you want this to work out, you might just have to put your heart on the
line. The moment you hold back, you’re resigning yourself to a fate you might
not be able to reverse. You hear me, bro?”