Travis (50 page)

The
three of them had spent several hours of the day going through the various
boutiques and restaurants, checking on things, making sure all was kosher. But
somehow, Travis and Gage had managed to keep her away from the clubs and the common
area. It wasn’t like she didn’t know why, but now her curiosity was getting the
best of her. The dirty words Travis breathed in her ear all those months ago
had been running on an endless loop in her head throughout the day.

She
might not remember every word, but she remembered the important ones.

“Short
blonde hair, big, beautiful breasts, long legs. She’s leaning against the wall,
her skirt pushed up around her waist. Between her spread legs, there’s a dark
haired man on his knees, and he’s lapping at her sweet pussy while he fingers
her slowly.”

Kylie
was primed and ready to go and see if that’s what was happening. Part of her
wanted to think that Travis had been messing with her when he told her those
things. And if she didn’t see for herself, she would never know for sure.

Travis
and Gage didn’t move, although they both seemed more than happy to indulge her
by taking her in. “What’s wrong?”

“You
know what you’re asking for?” Travis’ tone was dead serious.

“If
it is how you said, then yes.”

“There’re
rules,” Gage added.

“For
everyone? Or just me?”

“Both,”
Travis mumbled. “No one touches you but us. And if you just want to watch,
that’s all you have to do.”

For
now, she just wanted to watch. Her inner voyeur had taken on a life of her own
and was currently leading Kylie around by her nose. If she didn’t get in there
and see what all the fuss was about, she wasn’t sure she’d be able to sleep
tonight.

“Understood.”

Travis
and Gage looked at one another again, and they must’ve come to some sort of
agreement because they each took one of her hands and led her toward the doors
to the common area. Travis opened one of the doors and took a step back,
allowing Kylie and Gage to go in before him.

Ok,
so she’d had an idea of what to expect because she had seen the resort prior to
the opening. However, when she’d been there before, things had been slightly
different. One, it had been daytime, and the room had been lit up like a
football field on game night. And two, there weren’t any people there.

Travis
slid his hand back in hers, and they led her toward Covet, the club that Sawyer
had claimed as his own. It wasn’t until they were halfway around the half
circle wall that both men stopped and took up their positions behind her.

As
though seeing the room for the first time, Kylie blocked out everything she’d
seen during the day and focused only on what was in front of her.

The
floor was wall to wall, carpet. An exquisite dark teal blue with intricate
black designs throughout. The furniture was black, most of it leather. There
were a few tall tables made of chrome and glass with chairs interspersed
through the space, but not enough to accommodate even the small amount of the
people there at the moment. At each end of the room, the doors to the clubs
were closed, but the vibration of the sound systems could be heard through the
walls.

The
common area was surprisingly dark. Not so much that Kylie couldn’t see
anything, but dark enough to add a romantic vibe to the open space. Barely
heard over the din of conversation humming through the room, there was music. It
was sexy and soft, but, if she wasn’t mistaken, it was getting louder. Like the
volume was set to increase as the heat in the room rose. Not that it mattered,
no one seemed to care about what was playing through the speakers.

Kylie
didn’t know how things worked in places like this, but either it was early, and
people were just beginning to arrive, or it was late and they were all
venturing elsewhere. Either way, there were a few people – several that she
recognized – sitting on the sofas or at the tables while several others were
doing the same as she was – standing near the outer wall and talking to those
they were with.

Throughout
the day, Travis and Gage had introduced her to numerous guests, most of them
from another club in Dallas. The first group she noticed were Sierra and her
husbands, sitting on one of the black leather sofas. And much like the scene
Travis had described to her, the men were lounging back while Sierra was facing
Luke, her legs straddling his lap while Cole sat beside them, a beer in his
hand.

Kylie
felt strange watching them, especially after her brief talk with Sierra earlier
that day when she’d finally had the opportunity to thank her. Had it not been
for Sierra’s intervention, Kylie wasn’t sure they’d be there now.

She
forced herself to look elsewhere, only to end up looking at Logan, Luke’s twin
brother, and his wife as they stood on the other side of the room talking to a bald
guy and a red head at his side. Kylie couldn’t remember their names.

 “Is
it always this tame?” she asked, glancing over her shoulder at Gage.

“Just
wait,” he told her.

As
if on cue, more people began descending the stairs on both sides of the doors from
the reception area. Several of the people she recognized from earlier today and
more that she didn’t. But it was one particular couple who caught her
attention. The man was a giant. Not much taller than Travis, but he was built
like a Mack truck. Huge, hulking shoulders, biceps as big as grapefruits, a
thick, broad chest and a chiseled set of abs. Kylie’s eyes darted back to his
chest. Were those...?

Holy
shit. Those were nipple rings.

The
man was enormous. And to top it off, he was wearing only black leather pants
and shit kickers on his feet, his upper body completely bare, the silver hoops
in his nipples glinting when they hit the light just right.

But
as fun to look at as he was, Kylie’s eyes strayed to the woman at his side. She
was absolutely stunning. She had to be at least six feet tall, willowy and…
well, she looked real. She was wearing a ruby red, sheer, baby doll nighty. Her
ample breasts were covered, but her nipples were visible through the thin
material, her legs were accentuated by sky high heels and a pair of fishnet
stockings held up by garters around her thighs. Her long dark hair fell almost
to her waist, and as she moved across the room, Kylie saw that her lower half
wasn’t covered with anything more than a thin G-string.

Kylie
glanced around as the music suddenly grew louder, like a personal welcome for
these two people. This was one song, Kylie recognized:
Erotica
by
Madonna.

 “Wow,”
she said on an exhale.

She
wasn’t sure whether she was talking about the couple, the way they moved, or possibly
the music and how it seemed so fitting for them.

Erotica,
romance

“Which
one?” Travis asked, whispering right against her ear as he leaned down closer.

“Both.”

“That’s
Xander, you met him earlier.”

Kylie
remembered meeting him, but she didn’t recall his name. She’d been introduced
to so many people, she wasn’t sure she’d be able to recognize half of them if
they came up to her right then.

I'd
like to put you in a trance.

“What
are they doing?” Kylie didn’t mean to say the words out loud, but she was a
little taken aback. Thankfully neither Travis nor Gage felt it necessary to answer
her. They just pulled her tighter against them and let her settle in for the
show. And she was content with that because she was paralyzed, completely
engrossed in what the two of them were doing.

The
couple – Xander and the beautiful, dark haired woman – moved across the room as
though they were intent on their destination. When they reached the couch in
the center of the room, they stopped, the giant man lowering himself to the
edge with the grace of a jungle cat. He said something to the woman and then
moved to lay flat, his immense body stretching almost from one side to the
other. This wasn’t the traditional sofa, this one was almost exactly as Travis
had described to her previously. It was circular and lacking sides, but this
one was black leather and not red velvet.

Give it up, do as I say

Give it up and let me have my way

I'll give you love, I'll hit you like a
truck

I'll
give you love, I'll teach you how to...

A
shiver ran through her and Kylie found herself holding her breath as she
watched the scene right along with several others in the room. Once Xander was
reclining flat on his back, his arms went down by his sides while the woman
moved around to the end where his head was resting. They were talking to one
another again.

Kylie’s
attention went to his hand, the way it moved over his flat stomach to the
button on his leather pants. She watched as he unbuttoned them, lowered the
zipper and slowly separated them until his massive cock was revealed.

I'd like to put you in a trance, all
over

Erotic,
erotic, put your hands all over my body

As
Kylie stared in awe, he began stroking himself slowly, running his beefy hand
over the long, thick shaft from root to tip, squeezing unusually tightly. Or at
least it looked that way to Kylie.

Xander
must have given the woman instructions because she put her knees on the couch
and crawled forward, straddling his head and facing his feet. The woman’s eyes
were focused intently on the way Xander was stroking himself.

Kylie
had the sudden urge to move closer so she could get a better view. Travis must
have known what she wanted because he leaned down from behind her, his cheek
pressing against hers, both of them still facing the couple in the middle of
the room.

There's a certain satisfaction

In
a little bit of pain

“Why
isn’t she sucking him?” she asked, realizing precisely how incredibly graphic
her question was, and if she weren’t so riveted, she might actually be
embarrassed.

“Why
would she?”

“I
figured that’s what he was telling her to do,” she said. Kylie didn’t know much
about the whole BDSM thing, but something about the guy just gave off a
supremely dominant vibe.

“Sometimes
things aren’t what you expect them to be,” Travis told her. “Watch closely. One
of his hands is on his cock, the other is at his side, and she’s still wearing
a thong. In a second, she’s going to be riding his face for all she’s worth,
and he’s not going to use his hands.”

“How
do you know?” she asked breathlessly, her eyes glued to the pair.

“Just
watch.”

And
that’s exactly what she did.

Only the one that hurts you can make you
feel better

Only the one that inflicts pain can take
it away

♂♂♀

Gage
had no idea how long they stayed downstairs, but it was twice as long as he
wanted. Once Kylie was entranced by watching Xander and the woman he was with,
she hadn’t wanted to leave, and he’d been hard pressed to stay downstairs.

Gage
wasn’t particularly impressed by the scene – he’d pretty much seen the same
thing many times before – but he could easily understand her fascination. And
he was turned on by how intensely Kylie was watching them. And now that he had
convinced her to come back to their hotel suite so they could put on their own
little show, he was doing his best not to tear that little black dress from her
body.

“Mmmm,”
Kylie moaned as Gage pulled her flush against his body as soon as the door shut
behind them, his tongue diving into her mouth, stealing her kiss and every
ounce of hunger she’d stored up by watching.

Raising
her tight dress around her hips, Gage easily lifted her and let her wrap her
legs around him as he made his way across the room. He gently lowered her to
the bed, his knee coming to rest between her thighs as they devoured one
another.

He
felt strong hands on his back, and he shifted, allowing Travis to ease his
jacket from his arm, then moved so he could pull it all the way off. Realizing
he had his shoulder holster on, he forced himself away from Kylie long enough
to remove his weapon and then his shirt. Much to his relief, Travis was
dropping his clothes left and right.

“Come
here,” Travis told him as he started to unbutton his pants. “I think it’s time
we give her a good show.”

Damn.
Gage really liked the idea of that. And he knew just what Travis had in mind.
Warm hands slid into the waistband of his pants as Travis slid the zipper down
and then lowered his slacks over his hips just as Gage was stepping out of his
shoes.

“I’ve
wanted to do this all night.”

Gage
peered down at Travis as he lowered himself to his knees directly in front of
him. As gently as he could manage, he slid his fingers into Travis’ dark, silky
hair, holding him while Travis’ warm tongue laved him from root to tip, pausing
at the top to swirl around the head of his cock and then again at the bottom as
he sucked his balls into his mouth.