Holidays With the Walker Brothers (14 page)

“Stroke
yourself,” she instructed them both.

Travis
had a head start, but Gage wasn’t going to be left behind. She watched as they
gripped their cocks, their hands a shade lighter than their thick, heavy
shafts.

Kylie
emitted a moan, unable to control herself. They were so damn hot, her insides
threatened to boil over. As she pinched one nipple, she slid two fingers inside
herself, opening her thighs even wider as they continued to watch her. The
fierce longing she saw in their eyes made her desperate. She wanted to come,
but she wanted them inside of her when it happened.

Pulling
her fingers from her pussy, Kylie never took her eyes off of them. She watched
as their eyes followed the progress of her fingers until she slipped them
inside her mouth. Before she could even pull them out, Gage was on her, forcing
her onto her back and making her laugh.

“Woman,
you’re killing me,” he groaned, his thick cock surging inside of her, making
her eyes close and her body bow from the intense pleasure.

“Fuck,
yes,” Gage growled.

When
Kylie opened her eyes, she found Travis standing beside them, his knees resting
on the edge of the couch beside her head, leaning over so that his glorious
cock hovered directly above her face. As he propped himself against the back of
the couch, he looked down at her, meeting her gaze head on as he smiled. “Suck
me.”

Kylie
lifted her head so that she could reach him, her tongue sliding over the
engorged head, lapping at the pre-cum she found there. The position was
uncomfortable, but Travis easily remedied that as he leaned down lower,
propping himself on his forearms against the back of the couch as he continued
to watch her down the length of his body.

Kylie
moaned when Gage gripped her hips and thrust deep inside of her before pulling
out slowly. She wasn’t going to be able to focus on them both if Gage kept
doing that.

Reaching
beneath Travis’ torso, Kylie grabbed the back of Gage’s neck, pulling him
closer, and he knew what she wanted. He continued to thrust slowly inside of
her as he angled his head and took Travis’ cock in his mouth, making Travis
groan. Kylie let the pleasure consume her as she shifted her body slightly so
she could suck Travis’ balls into her mouth, one at a time, over and over.

“Fucking
hell.” Travis’ tone was a warning, letting them know that he was close.

Kylie
was right there with him. Replacing her mouth with her hand, she kneaded his
balls and met Gage’s mouth along Travis’ shaft.

“Fuck
me,” she pleaded.

Gage’s
eyes opened wide.

“Fuck
me now.”

When
Gage eased back onto his knees, Kylie took Travis’ cock deep in her mouth as
she gripped his thighs, forcing him to twist his body so she could relax back
against the couch. When she could take him deep in her throat, she squeezed his
ass. It didn’t take him long to fall into the same rhythm as Gage, both of them
fucking her, Travis in her mouth, Gage in her pussy.

Gripping
the base of Travis’ cock firmly, she began stroking him faster, sucking him
harder as her pleasure intensified, her body pulled taut as they both took her
at the same time. With her eyes locked with Travis’, Kylie urged him to come
without saying a word.

“Fuck,”
Gage yelled. “God yes, milk me, Kylie. I’m going to…” Gage’s thumb stroked over
her clit as his body stilled, his groan of release filled the air, setting off
mini-explosions within her.

When
Travis slid his hand into Gage’s hair, as though he needed to touch him, or
he’d be lost, Kylie lost it. Her orgasm gripped her, at the same time Travis
stilled, one hand wrapped around her hand on his cock, the other holding Gage
to him. His cock pulsed in her hand as he came in her mouth, a roar of pleasure
erupting from his chest as he did.

After
a few minutes, when they managed to catch their breath, Kylie opened her eyes
and looked at her husbands.

Travis’
sly grin had her insides tightening.

“I
think you’ll be hard pressed to top that Christmas present.”

Kylie
was inclined to agree.

♂♀♂

Braydon

“Why
aren’t you ready?” Braydon asked Brendon when he joined his brother in the
living room. He noticed that Brendon was shirtless, his bare feet propped up on
the coffee table. Clearly he wasn’t ready for much of anything.

“Ready
for what?” Brendon asked, not looking away from the television.

So
it would appear Brendon was still in a funk. And if he had to guess, today
wasn’t going to be much different from the last few days where Brendon spent
most of his time moping around the house.

They
certainly were quite the pair these days.

“We’re
heading to Mom and Dad’s, remember?”

That
comment earned Braydon a quick glance.

“That’s
not until three,” Brendon answered simply.

“Yeah,
but the girls are going to be there, so I figured we’d go hang out.”

“Not
up for it yet,” Brendon told him, his attention back on the television which
was playing...

Wait.
Was that?

“Are
you seriously watching Duck Dynasty?”

Brendon’s
brow furrowed as he turned toward him. “Shut the hell up.”

Rather
than argue with Brendon because it wouldn’t get him anywhere, Braydon grabbed
his cell phone and headed back into his bedroom. He shot off a quick text
because it was clear his brother was in a funk, and if this was going to be a
good day, he needed backup.

A
few seconds later, he received a response, and he smiled.

Ten
minutes later, Braydon was sitting in the oversized leather chair that he
claimed as his own, his bare feet propped up on the coffee table in a position
that mirrored his twin’s.

“What
the hell are you doing?” Brendon asked, glaring at him.

“What
does it look like I’m doing?”

“Thought
you were going to Mom and Dad’s.”

“Not
without you, I’m not.”

“Whatever.”

With
that, they sat quietly in the living room watching Duck Dynasty, although
Braydon was pretty sure Brendon was paying about as much attention as he was to
what was going on.

He
didn’t have to wait long before the front door opened and in walked Jessie with
a huge grin on her face.

Brendon
actually sat up, but Braydon remained exactly where he was, merely glancing
around behind the chair to see her.

He
knew that, like this, they looked identical, which meant the only way to tell them
apart was by their actions. Brendon was always the one to jump up when Jessie
walked in the door. Braydon had been working on playing it cool. Not that he
succeeded, but he definitely tried.

“Hey,”
Brendon said with a grin. “I thought you were going to help my mom cook.”

“That
was the plan,” Jessie said sweetly, looking back and forth between the two of
them. “But then I remembered that today is Christmas, and I forgot to give my
two favorite men their Christmas present, so I had V drop me off over here.”

Braydon
hid his smile behind the bottle of water he tipped to his lips.
Christmas
present, huh?
He damn sure liked the idea of that.

“Yeah?”
Brendon asked skeptically, taking Jessie’s hand and pulling her into the room.
“What’d you get us?”

Getting
straight to the point obviously, Braydon watched as Brendon pulled her up
against him, their mouths joining for a brief good morning kiss.

As
a bystander, Braydon had the honor of watching Jessie, admiring her legs, which
looked as though they were wrapped in silk – stockings, maybe? That was pretty
much the only part of her he could see since she was currently cuddled inside
an enormous coat that hid the rest of her luscious curves from his view. He
hoped like hell Brendon would remedy that soon.

It
was nice to see Brendon’s mood improve significantly in just a matter of
minutes. It only went to prove that Braydon was getting a little too attached
to Jessie for his own good. He needed to back off, keep this strictly physical
– as it should be. After what happened between them the other night, he’d given
his actions, as well as Brendon’s, a lot of thought. Not that he’d come up with
a way to fix this mess they were in, but he knew if he took a step back, he
could possibly get things back to the way they were.

“Can
I help you with your coat?” Brendon asked Jessie, his hands cupping her face as
he stared at her intently.

Braydon
knew he needed to get up, needed to move closer. His hands were itching with
the need to touch her, but he wanted to pretend he wasn’t as affected as he
was. At least for now. In a few minutes, it wouldn’t matter because Jessie
would be naked and sprawled out for their pleasure.

He
hoped.

“I
think I’ll hold onto it for a minute or two if you don’t mind,” Jessie
answered.

Braydon
met her eyes as she glanced over her shoulder, giving him a seductive grin that
had his dick stirring in his jeans. Oh, yes, he definitely was looking forward
to this Christmas present.

“What
are you watching?” Jessie asked, exasperated.

Braydon
laughed but didn’t answer her. He’d leave that discussion to his twin.

“Right
this second, I’m watching
you
,” Brendon replied, clicking off the
television with the remote. “I’m waiting patiently for the gift you promised
us.”

“Patiently,
huh?” Jessie chuckled, her sexy voice making Braydon’s body run hot.

“Sure,”
Brendon said seriously. “If I wasn’t a patient man, baby, you’d be flat on that
coffee table right now.”

“I
would?” Jessie’s question sounded innocent.

“You
would,” Brendon confirmed as he flopped onto the couch, propping his feet on
the coffee table in question and crossing his ankles in a deceivingly laid-back
gesture.

“And
what would I be doing if I were flat on that coffee table right now?” Jessie
asked, dividing her attention between the two of them.

“Do
you want a play by play?” Brendon asked.

“Oh,
so you’ve thought this one through?”

“Honey,
in my fantasies, you play a starring role. I’ve thought of plenty of things I
want to do to you and your gorgeous body.”

“Hmmm.”
Jessie appeared to be contemplating Brendon’s response as she looked around the
room. “Then I think this will be the perfect place for me to give you your
gift.”

Crossing
his arms over his chest, Brendon regarded her with hooded eyes. Braydon was so
entranced by the interaction between the two of them, he wasn’t sure he’d be
able to move from his chair without some serious discomfort. The coy way that
Jessie was regarding both of them had Braydon seconds away from stripping her
naked. He had a good idea that his gift was actually underneath that coat that
was at least two sizes too big for her.

“We’re
waiting,” Braydon added as his contribution to the conversation.

Jessie’s
smile lit up the entire room.

She
slowly unbuttoned the coat, starting with the top buttons first and making her
way to the bottom, being careful to keep the coat closed so as not to reveal
anything apparently. Braydon wanted to offer her a hand and pull the damn thing
from her body just to discover what was underneath.

Two
seconds later when the coat fell to the floor at Jessie’s feet, Braydon was
pretty damned sure he had a heart attack.

♂♀♂

Jessie

Ok,
well, it was pretty clear she wasn’t going to sign up to be a stripper anytime
in the near future. It was way too damn nerve wracking.

She’d
spent the morning getting ready to go over to the Walker’s house to help
prepare Christmas dinner when she received the text from Braydon letting her
know that Brendon was in a mood. Without thinking much about it, she decided to
change her plans, which resulted in her having V drop her off at the twins’
house rather than going to hang out with the girls for the morning.

And
now that she was here, she was beginning to wonder what she’d been thinking.
Granted, this wasn’t entirely her idea. As soon as V showed up, Jessie had
given her new friend the lowdown on what was going on. That resulted in V
giving her some tips on how to improve Brendon’s mood. Considering she hadn’t
actually bought them anything for Christmas, she decided the idea was a good one.

Now
she was wondering if she’d had a lapse in judgment.

As
her coat slid to the floor, revealing what she had on, which was honestly very,
very little, Jessie’s heart began to pound double time.

“Holy
fuck,” Brendon whispered.

The
admiration in his tone did wonders for her ego, but she was still extremely
uncomfortable standing there in nothing but a G-string, a baby doll nightie
that did little to cover her and a pair of stockings with garters attached.
Yes, there were little bows on them which was her way of saying Merry
Christmas.

“Come
here,” Brendon instructed her, but Jessie’s feet wouldn’t follow directions.

She
was rooted in place, her hands trembling as she watched the two incredibly sexy
cowboys staring back at her like she was a meal and they were starving.
Should’ve made her feel better, but it didn’t.

Figuring
she should at least say something, she recalled their conversation and decided
to run with it. “If I remember correctly, you mentioned something about being
sprawled out on the coffee table.”
Was that her voice?
It sounded way
too sexy to be her voice.

Find
your inner vixen and make them work for it.
That was V’s advice and Jessie was
trying to heed it as best she could.

“Oh,
darlin’, I can certainly work with that,” Brendon offered, sitting up straight
on the couch. “But you still have to come here.”

Jessie
forced her legs to hold her up as she walked slowly toward him, the heat of
their gazes warming her skin as she moved. As she skirted the table, Brendon
turned it so that the short edge was closest to him.

Warm
hands embraced her hips as she stood in front of Brendon. He was still sitting
on the couch, and with her heels on, he was eye level with her belly button.
She heard Braydon move more than saw him and then the warmth of his body joined
Brendon’s as he ran his callused fingers down over her ass. Tingles erupted
along her skin, spreading outward over every inch of her until her breath
caught in her throat.

The
feel of their warm, rough fingers on her body was the only thing she could
focus on.

“You’re
so soft,” Brendon said, his eyes running up her body before meeting hers. “So
fucking beautiful.”

Jessie
wasn’t sure about all of that, but they certainly had a way of making her feel
beautiful.

“And
you say this is our present, huh?” Brendon asked, his hands trailing along her
sides, over her hips and then retreating the way they came.

“All
yours,” she confirmed.

“I
have to admit, this is the best present I think I’ve ever received,” Braydon
said from behind her, his warm, firm lips pressing against her upper thigh,
just beneath the curve of her bottom as he sat on the edge of the table.

Jessie
sucked in a breath, biting her bottom lip as the rush of heat joined the
tingling sensation that still coursed through her.

“Definitely
the sexiest,” Brendon added. “Although, I think I’d like to play with it for a
little while.”

The
intensity of Brendon’s blue-gray eyes was focused solely on her, and she felt
her insides begin to melt. When he looked at her like that, she lost all common
sense and the only thing that mattered was getting as close as she could to
them.

Them
.

The
term still sounded strange, but Jessie had come to actually enjoy this
unconventional thing they had going on. When Brendon had first suggested a
threesome, Jessie had been intrigued, and nervous. But there was undeniably
something to be said about two men being focused solely on her pleasure. And
these two were clearly focused on her.

“Hmmm,
I think I’d like to unwrap this some more,” Braydon said, his voice sounding closer
as he stood to his full height behind her.

A
chill raced down her spine when he slid her hair over her shoulder so that he
could unhook her bra, which clasped in the back. Once that was completed, his
gentle hands caressed her skin as he pushed the straps down her shoulders and
allowed the satin and lace to fall right into Brendon’s lap as he continued to
sit on the couch in front of her.

Jessie
could feel the evidence of Braydon’s arousal as he pressed against her lower
back. In her heels, she was probably close to six feet tall, which aligned
their bodies almost perfectly in this position.

Braydon’s
lips trailed from just beneath her ear, down her neck and then over her
shoulder, making her body shudder with pleasure. She continued to watch Brendon
who was still sitting in front of her, his fingers now playing with the narrow
band of her panties along her hips. She wasn’t sure if he was waiting for
something or not, but she didn’t move. There were times when Brendon just opted
to watch her, and at first, that had been a little strange, but the way he eyed
her made her body burn hotter.