Travis (48 page)

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Four
months later…

“Don’t
move,” Kylie said as she disappeared out of the room.

“What
do you mean don’t move?” Travis hollered after her. “You tied me to the fucking
bed! I don’t have much of a choice.”

Gage
laughed as he moved up on the bed beside Travis. “Did you enjoy it?”

Travis
turned his head to look at the man he’d spent the last few months making love
to and sleeping in the same bed with and he grinned. “You’re damn right I did,
but I’m not gonna tell her that.”

“I
heard that!” Kylie yelled from inside the enormous master closet.

Travis
didn’t wipe the smirk off of his face. He couldn’t, even if he tried.

When
Gage began untying him from the bed posts, Travis relaxed into the mattress,
rubbing his wrists where the restraints had bit into his arms. He looked around
the room and smiled. Even months later, he still couldn’t believe the
remarkable transformation Kylie had made to the house.

Not
only had she revived almost every piece of building material, somehow she’d
found square footage and Travis and Gage still had no idea where she got it
from. He was pretty sure the master bathroom was triple its original size, and
the small shower they’d crammed into originally was now big enough for ten
people. It also happened to be one of the places they spent a lot of time in. A
lot of time.

But
Kylie hadn’t stopped with the bedrooms and bathrooms. The downstairs was bigger
too. The entry was no longer separated into small rooms. The space was open,
flowing right up the stairs as well as into the living room. What had
originally been awkwardly laid out – not to mention paneled in that hideous
wood – now looked... Well, it looked like a farmhouse built in the 1800s, if
they’d, in fact, been around when it was built.

Which
they hadn’t been, and Travis liked to give Kylie a hard time about it.

There
weren’t any modern light fixtures or any fancy geometric shapes or any of those
sinks that come on by themselves, but the house was breathtaking. The
appliances were all new, the kitchen was spacious enough now to contain their
entire family. And it did. Often.

Kylie
had originally complained that she wouldn’t be able to entertain that many
people. She only did that once, by the way. Complain that is. Every time after,
which was occurring almost weekly these days, that she invited the entire
Walker clan over, she was handling them all as though she’d been in the family
for years.

Pushing
up on the bed and reclining against the headboard, Travis waited patiently for
Kylie to return. He knew there wasn’t any rushing her. Ever.

He
remembered the week she had decided she wanted to remodel the master bedroom.
Thankfully, she’d allowed the subcontracted crews to come in and tear out the
bathroom and replace everything with more modern renditions of the old stuff
she was so captivated by. But once that was done, and they had built the custom
walk-in closet, she’d insisted that Gage and Travis stay out of the room until
she was finished with it.

Considering
they had another king size bed in one of the guest rooms to sleep in, they
hadn’t complained. Too much. They had, however, made sure to inform Kylie every
night when they crawled into bed, exactly what she had to do to make up for
kicking them out of their bedroom. Travis was pretty sure Kylie had enjoyed
that as much as they had.

But
he was glad they’d been able to move back into the master suite, especially
after she got through with it. The walls had been painted a dark gray, and heavy,
black drapes hung over the windows so they could eliminate all light when necessary
– which was
never
necessary, but Travis didn’t point that out either. They
still had the same furniture that Travis’ parents had purchased for them
specifically – although, at the time, they’d thought it was just for Gage.
There was also a freestanding fireplace in the corner that they never got to
use either because it didn’t get cold enough in Texas, but Travis learned right-quick
that telling Kylie that was not in his best interest.

But
aside from the relaxing colors and the unnecessary accessories (again he’d keep
that part to himself) what Travis loved the most was the huge, flat panel
television that she had put on the wall at the end of the bed. Ok, that was
kind of a lie. What he
really
loved was the vast collection of porn that
Kylie had somehow acquired over the last few months.

Yes,
the woman was insatiable.

Did
he mention she was absolutely perfect? Well, he meant to.

“What
are you doing in there?” Gage called to Kylie, rerouting Travis’ thoughts to
the present.

“You
don’t worry about that,” she called out, and they both laughed.

“Remember
that spanking you got last week?” Gage asked as he rearranged his naked body
close to Travis.

“I
certainly do,” she said, her voice muffled as she moved around in the closet.

Travis
glanced over at Gage. “It’s not gonna help to threaten her with another. She
enjoyed that.”

“She
did, didn’t she?” Gage grinned, leaning over and pressing a kiss against
Travis’ mouth.

“What
was that for?” he asked.

“Because
I can.”

“Think
so, huh?” Travis asked. “Well, I dare you to do it again, then.”

When
Gage moved in closer, Travis met him half way and managed to ease them down
onto the bed until he was practically on top of Gage. They might’ve just had
mind blowing orgasms, but Travis loved this part of it just as much. He found
he could get lost for hours in Gage’s and Kylie’s kisses. Not that they had an exorbitant
amount of free time these days to just fool around, but they carved out as much
time as they could.

Like
today. All three of them were playing hooky from work. Just because they could.
Since the resort was in the final stage and Gage had officially accepted the
job as head of security for AI, they could manage to sneak a little time off
from time to time. And if they couldn’t, well, they sometimes did anyway.

Travis
palmed Gage’s face as he pulled back, staring down at him. “Damn, you manage to
take my breath away. You know that?”

“It’s
my goal in life,” Gage answered, his voice just as weak as Travis’.

“Well,
I can effectively say that you both steal my breath,” Kylie said as she moved
up on the bed beside them.

Travis
and Gage turned to look at her at the same time. “What the hell were you doing
in there?” She still didn’t have a stitch of clothing on – thank you God – but
she didn’t seem to have anything else either.

“Nothing,”
she said with a mischievous smile.

Travis
shifted, rolling off of Gage and then trapping Kylie beneath his body. He got
her flat on her back and stared down at her as she smiled so sweetly up at him.

“You’re
a sneaky woman, you know that?” he asked as he leaned forward and pressed a
kiss to her mouth. “But just remember, we’ll always be sneakier.”

“I
wouldn’t count on that,” she argued, her smile getting brighter.

Travis
glanced over at Gage, and a knowing look passed between them.

“I’ll
get her tied up, you get the other thing,” Travis told Gage, and the man was
off the bed and down the hall in an instant.

“Don’t
tie me up,” Kylie said.

What
Travis heard was, “Please tie me up.”

Did
he mention the woman was insatiable? The beautiful, beaming grin on her face
was not that of a woman who didn’t want to give herself over to the two men she
declared her love for each and every day.

But
little did she know, Travis had no intention of tying her up. At least not yet.

A
minute later, Gage returned and joined them on the bed.

“I
thought you were going to tie me up?” Kylie asked, and she sounded
disappointed, which made Travis laugh.

“You
told me not to,” he pointed out.

“You’ve
never listened to me before,” she laughed, her eyes darting back and forth
between him and Gage. “What’s going on?”

Travis
moved over to one side of Kylie, allowing Gage to ease up on her other side.
Resting his head on one hand, Travis stared down at her and then back at Gage.

“We
sort of wanted to ask you something,” Gage said, sounding incredibly nervous.

Damn
cop. He could stare down an armed maniac, but he couldn’t muster the courage to
ask the woman that he loved…

“Will
you marry us?” Gage popped the question and Kylie’s head jerked toward him.

“What?”

“You
heard him,” Travis added.

“I
know what I heard, but I don’t know what it means.”

Travis
raised an eyebrow. “No? Ok, well, let me explain how this works.”

Kylie
slapped his chest playfully at the same time she told him to hush.

Travis
smiled at her, letting her see every ounce of the love he had for her and this man.

“We
want to marry you,” Gage said again, sounding a little choked up which caused
Travis to look up at him.

“True,”
he agreed. “However,” glancing down at Kylie, a knowing look passed between
them and they looked at Gage. “We want to marry you too.”

“You
wanna…
Wait, what?
” Gage’s mouth hung open as he stared back at them.

It
was true, Travis managed to get them both good.

Kylie
grinned again, and she looked so beautiful staring up at Gage, enjoying the
fact that they’d managed to make him speechless. Travis leaned over the edge of
the bed and opened the drawer on his nightstand, retrieving a piece of paper
that he’d had his lawyers draw up. Thanks to Luke’s unsolicited advice, Travis
used a similar contract to one Luke, Cole and Sierra had had drawn up to substantiate
their relationship.

He
passed the piece of paper to Kylie, and she, in turn, handed it to Gage.

“What’s
this?” he asked, his eyes darting back and forth between them.

“Read
it,” Travis told him as he leaned down and kissed Kylie on the mouth.

Gage
spent a few minutes skimming the paper as they watched him. When he was
finished, his eyes were curiously glassy, but he was smiling and that smile
pierced Travis’ heart in a big way. “So?”

“So
what
?” Gage asked with a smirk.

Travis
knew the routine. They didn’t let Kylie off the hook by beating around the
bush, and he obviously wasn’t going to get special treatment either.

“Will
you marry us?” Travis asked, all humor disappearing because the question was
the most important one of his life.

“Absolutely.”
The fact that there was no hesitation in Gage’s answer made his heart beat
harder.

“But
I never got an answer,” Gage said peering down at Kylie.

“What
was the question again?” she laughed, but it quickly died on her lips as she
stared up at them. “Of course I will marry you both. It would make me the
happiest woman in the world.”

Gage
took her hand in his and Travis watched the exchange, but it took Kylie a
second to realize what was going on. When Gage pulled his hand back, Kylie was
staring down at her finger, her eyes wide and full of unshed tears.

“Oh,
my goodness. It’s… Wow. It’s so beautiful.”

Travis
had to agree. And the fact that the ring had sentimental meaning made it even
more so.

Travis
and Gage had been talking about getting Kylie a ring, but they wanted something
that would signify their love for each other – all three of them. They’d been
keeping an eye out, but they didn’t come up with anything until the day he and
Gage went to the bank and retrieved Gage’s personal items that he’d stashed in
a safe deposit box. They were the only physical possessions he had left after
the fire, besides what he’d been carrying with him in his truck while he
travelled.

As
Gage was going through the contents, to sign off that he retrieved them, Travis
noticed a ruby ring, and when he asked about it, Gage had given him the story.
The ring belonged to his grandmother, a gift from his grandfather on their
fiftieth wedding anniversary. The gold was thin from wear over the years, but
the stone was beautiful. After a little discussion, Gage suggested that they
have the stone cut down into smaller stones and put into a ring for Kylie.

And
now that the ring was on her finger, the tiny rubies and diamonds that wrapped
around the band shining as brightly as the tears in her eyes.

Travis
had never cried a day in his life – at least not since he was a teenager. But suddenly
his throat was clogging up tight, and he was overwhelmed with so much love, he
wondered if it was finally going to pull him under.

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As
Kylie stared up at Travis and Gage, she was sure that both men were choked by
as much emotion as she was. She glanced back at the ring now on her left hand,
and she still couldn’t believe how beautiful it was.