Holidays With the Walker Brothers (4 page)

“I
was thinking the same thing.”

Travis
growled deep in his chest, his hands sliding into her hair and pulling her head
back so he could look in her eyes. “I want to taste you.”

Her
smile lit him up from the inside out.

Without
waiting for her permission, Travis dropped to his knees and zeroed in on the
sweet spot between her trim thighs, his mouth watering with the urge to lick
her. As soon as Kylie was situated on the arm of the couch, Travis forced her
legs wider, dipping his tongue into her moist heat, teasing her with the tip of
his tongue. When she braced herself with a firm grip on his hair, he delved
deeper, his tongue sliding through her soft, slick folds, gently flicking her
clit with every upstroke.

“Mmmm,”
he moaned. God, the woman tasted good.

It
didn’t take him long to push her closer to the edge of ecstasy. But he didn’t
want her to come just yet.

“Travis,”
Kylie moaned. “Oh, God.”

That’s
what he loved to hear. Kylie’s soft moans, the way she cried out his name.
Easing his tongue back, Travis slipped two fingers inside of her as he stared
up at her. “I need to be inside you. Right here,” he said as he fingered her
slowly.

“What
are you waiting for?” Her eyes glittered with lust, her hand tightening in his
hair as she held on to him, trying to pull him to his feet.

Travis
didn’t intend to waste another second. Once he was back on his feet, he smiled
down at her as he pulled his fingers from her hot sheath. Kylie gripped his
wrist, forcing his hand up until she wrapped her lips around his fingers and
sucked.

“Fuck
woman.” He wasn’t going to last much longer. She drove him absolutely crazy
when she did things like that. Her devilish grin said she knew it too. “Bend
over the couch,” he instructed, leading her to the end of the couch and then
easing her forward until her stomach was resting on the cushioned arm of the
couch and she was using her own hands to support her upper body. She grinned at
him over her shoulder and Travis nearly lost it.

“In
a hurry?” she asked sweetly.

“You’ve
no idea,” he grumbled before sliding into her in one easy thrust. Once he was
seated fully inside of her, Travis stilled.

Adjusting
the angle, he leaned over her, holding himself up with his hand planted firmly
on the couch cushion in front of them and doing his damnedest not to crush
Kylie between his weight and the arm of the couch. At this angle, he didn’t
even have to pull back, he could just flex his hips and sink deeper, his cock
penetrating her fully.

With
his mouth against her ear, he sucked in a sharp breath. As he fought the urge
to plow into her, he gently nipped her earlobe. “I’m not sure I can be gentle.”
Ok, that was a lie. He could if he had to, but Travis didn’t want to.

Just
when he would’ve asked if she was comfortable, he felt something cool and slick
slide down the crack of his ass. “Oh, fuck.”

“That’s
exactly what I plan to do,” Gage said roughly from behind him.

It
was clear by his tone that Gage was hanging on by a thread, and Travis knew
exactly how the man felt. Being sheathed inside of Kylie’s tight, wet pussy,
his blood pressure was already racing to unprecedented levels, and if they
didn’t get on with it, his head was likely going to explode.

Kylie
chose that moment to rear back against him, forcing him even deeper; the tight,
warm grip of her pussy making his eyes cross. And as if the two of them had it
planned, Gage then thrust deep into Travis’ ass.

“Son
of a –” The swear was cut off by the intense pleasure that consumed him, making
it difficult to breathe, much less curse.

When
Kylie and Gage started moving in tandem, essentially fucking Travis from both
sides, he nearly lost it. They’d done this before, and no matter how many times
he thought he was the one who would control their sexual encounters, they
surprised him damn near every time.

“Travis,”
Kylie groaned from beneath him, and he focused on not crushing her while
enduring the glorious friction of Gage’s cock tunneling in and out of his ass,
deep and slow at first, then shallow and fast. All the while Travis managed to
find a rhythm that worked for Kylie and he fucked her sweet pussy, using the
momentum of Gage from behind him.

“I’m…”
Kylie’s words were left hanging as she moaned her pleasure, the tight sheath of
her cunt squeezing him painfully tight just as Gage’s fingertips dug into his
hips, holding him still.

“Fuck
me,” Travis groaned. “Harder.”

Gage’s
power intensified as he rammed his cock deep inside his ass, forcing Travis’
hypersensitive cock into Kylie with shallow strokes, over and over until he
couldn’t hold back any longer.

“Fucking
come for me, Gage,” Travis roared as his cock exploded inside of Kylie, jerking
sharply as he spilled himself inside of her sweet, lithe body.

A
low growl echoed from behind him as Gage stilled, his fingers now burrowed
painfully into his skin as he erupted inside of his ass, making Travis’ body
hum one last time.

The
three of them stood motionless for a minute or two while they tried to catch
their breath. When Gage pulled out, Travis was quick to follow.

It
was high time they had a shower.

Helping
Kylie to stand, Travis pulled her against him and pressed a kiss to her lips
before saying, “You mind asking him to move that tree one more time? I kinda
like this aggressive side of his.”

♂♂

Ethan

Two
weeks after Thanksgiving

Ethan
rolled out from underneath the truck that he was working on, but he didn’t
bother to get up. Staring up at the twenty-foot high metal ceiling of the place
he considered his office, he listened to the music blaring through the
speakers, shaking his head. He was going to have to plug up his iPod if the
radio station insisted on tossing in Christmas music.

He
deserved credit for dealing with all of the holly jolly going on around him,
especially from his brothers who’d recently jumped into relationships, but he
certainly wasn’t all that interested in the ho-ho-ho like they were. There was
no Christmas tree at his house, no poinsettias sitting on his front porch or on
his kitchen counter, no blinking lights to greet him when he got home.

Then
again, he found himself spending more and more time at his parents’ house these
days than anywhere else and honestly, he knew it was because he was a coward –
avoiding the lonely house, not running the risk of company he didn’t want. And
since his mother enjoyed making dinner for him, who was he to argue.

“You
awake over there?” Blake called from the other side of the shop, the clanking
sound of a wrench hitting concrete echoing along with his voice.

Closing
his eyes, Ethan sighed.

That
was the main reason he wasn’t spending much time at home.

Blake.

Or
rather the intense feelings Ethan had surprisingly established in recent
months. For someone who was
not
Blake. And if that wasn’t a punch in the
nuts, he didn’t know what was.

Finding
it difficult to be alone with Blake these days, he generally tried to avoid
situations that would result in opportunities like this one. Unfortunately,
when they were working, they were the only two there, and there wasn’t a damn
thing he could do to avoid that unless he fired Blake. The thought had occurred
to him, but he wasn’t interested in doing double the work, so he opted for the
lesser of two evils.

It
wasn’t like the sex between him and Blake wasn’t good. Quite the opposite,
honestly. Yet he found himself battling Blake’s need to be exclusive, and by
exclusive, Blake wanted to announce to the world that they were a couple as
though staking a claim on Ethan was going to make this any more of a
relationship.

Not
gonna happen.

They
were most certainly
not
a couple. Not now, and probably not ever,
intense orgasms be damned. On top of that, Ethan wasn’t interested in
announcing anything about his relationships – sexual or otherwise.

And
he had several reasons for that, one of them being that no matter how hard he
tried to avoid the truth, there was someone else. Someone who had caught his
eye and made him want things he never even realized were a possibility.

Too
bad he had no idea what, if anything, to do about that.

Pushing
to his feet, Ethan wiped his grimy hands on one of the shop towels that were
haphazardly scattered around the floor at his feet. When he stood to his full
height, he came face to face with Blake.

Knowing
he would look like an asshole if he backed up and put space between them, he
stood his ground and stared back at the handsome man.

“Need
something?”

Blake
didn’t answer, but the passion in his eyes was unmistakable.

Shit.

“I
can think of one thing,” Blake said gruffly, moving in close.

This
time Ethan did back up, but he was limited in his retreat when he was forced up
against the truck he’d just been working on. Stuck between a truck and a hard
place, Ethan had no idea how to avoid the inevitable. Nor was he sure he even
wanted to.

It
was clear that Blake wasn’t taking any hints, what with Ethan trying to limit
the time they spent together. Then again, he had to admit that he was sporting
a serious hard on brought on by too many thoughts of someone else.

Someone
he couldn’t have.

Which
made Blake convenient. And Ethan a total prick.

But
even given that self-revelation, Ethan found he couldn’t resist the urge.

“What
are you waiting for?” Ethan goaded him, reaching for his own jeans and easing
the intense discomfort by pulling his cock out.

Blake’s
eyes widened, his mouth hanging open slightly, but he didn’t move. Keeping his
tone firm, Ethan told him exactly what he wanted from him. “I want to watch you
suck my dick. Right here.”

Ethan
was used to being the one in control. It was natural for him. He didn’t take
much shit from anyone, inside or outside of the bedroom. Or right here in the
open as it would be. And Blake seemed more than content to accommodate his
aggressive instruction.

Once
Blake was on his knees in front of him, Ethan leaned back against the truck,
his full attention on the man in front of him. Sliding his hands into Blake’s
silky hair, he pulled him closer, not roughly, but enough to let Blake know
what he wanted.

As
his cock disappeared into the blazing hot depths of Blake’s talented mouth,
Ethan groaned. His eyes closed on their own, and he was immediately assaulted
by the image of a different man on his knees in front of him. Forcing the idea
out of his head, he concentrated on picturing Blake’s handsome face, his
callused hands as they gripped his shaft, his tongue as it teased the rigid
vein on the underside of his cock.

“Awww,
fuck,” Ethan groaned.

It
felt so damn good.

But
no matter how hard he tried, he still pictured Blake as someone else. And that
other man was a threat to his control.

Something
Ethan wasn’t willing to part with.

♂♂

Beau

Beau
had absolutely no idea what he was doing, but against his better judgment, he
had left work and driven straight to Walker Demolition. Bypassing the main
office, he continued on to the mechanic shop where Ethan was known to spend
more than enough time on a daily basis. Didn’t seem to matter if it was seven
in the morning or seven in the evening, Ethan was generally working.

Parking
his truck, Beau noticed by the additional truck in the parking lot that Blake
was also there and that ever present niggle of anger was tingling at the base
of Beau’s skull. He did not like Blake, but not for obvious reasons.

It
was true, Beau had developed some sort of strange attraction to Ethan Walker
and the how and why was yet to be determined. But that wasn’t the reason he
disliked Blake.

No,
he wasn’t all that fond of Ethan’s on-and-off boyfriend because the man was a
lying bastard. Then again, it had been a complete coincidence that Beau had
stumbled upon the guy at a restaurant over in a neighboring town after that
disaster of a date Beau had gone on. Granted, that had been damn near six
months ago, but Beau couldn’t seem to shake off the memory.

As
far as he knew, Ethan and Blake were dating. Maybe Ethan didn’t share that
tidbit of news with anyone, but as far as Beau knew, Ethan wasn’t seeing anyone
else. And to Beau, that meant they were exclusive.

Although
if he had his way, they would’ve moved on from one another a long time ago.
Beau didn’t need to have a genius IQ to see that Ethan was attracted to him.
And if he had to guess, it was significantly more than mere physical
attraction… although there was that.

Climbing
out of his truck, Beau shut his door with a click, not wanting to alert Ethan
that he was there. For some reason, he just needed to see him, to talk, maybe
get a beer at Moonshiners, something they’d done a few times in recent months.

Nothing
serious, nothing sexual and damn sure nothing of the relationship variety. Beau
wouldn’t do that. Not to Ethan, not to himself, and not even to Blake. Until
the pair of them figured it out – which he hoped they would do soon – Beau was
settling with being friends. It seemed they had a significant amount of things
in common, which resulted in hours of comfortable conversation.

Beau
needed that.

As
did Ethan, even if the other man wasn’t willing to admit it.

Beau
made his way to the large bay door, but before he stepped inside, his attention
was drawn to movement over in the shadows. It didn’t take long for his brain to
register what he was seeing.

There,
leaning against one of the plain white Walker Demo trucks, was Ethan. His head
was tossed back, and even as Beau’s eyes tried to adapt to the dim light, he
could see the pure ecstasy written on the man’s face. Following the long, lean
line of Ethan’s body, he stopped when he saw Blake in front of him. On his
fucking knees.

His
breath lodged in his chest, a burning sensation radiating outward from his gut.
What could possibly be worse than seeing Blake on his knees sucking Ethan’s
cock? Well, that would be the intense satisfaction on Ethan’s much too handsome
face.

Son
of a fucking bitch.

Without
making a sound, Beau took a step backward. Then another. When his feet shuffled
on the concrete floor, he saw Ethan’s head come down, his eyes open. And right
then and there, they made eye contact.

Beau
was rooted in place, unable to force his legs to move. As Ethan watched him, he
could see fury replace the sheer pleasure that had been there moments before.

Did
he say something? What the hell could he say? Before Beau could decide what his
next move would be, Ethan made the decision for him.

Beau
watched with voyeuristic fascination as Ethan gripped Blake’s hair tightly, his
hips moving forward. “That’s it, Blake. Suck me. All the way. Fuck yes.”

When
Ethan’s head fell back again, an animalistic growl escaping from his lips, Beau
got his bearings. Without worrying if he was heard, Beau turned back to his
truck. He clearly was interrupting, and there was no point in pursuing someone
who was already taken. Once inside the truck, he didn’t bother with his
seatbelt before he tore out of the parking lot, gravel flying behind his truck
as he made a hasty retreat.

Surprisingly
enough, Beau didn’t blame Ethan. How could he? The man was clearly fucking
Blake, their relationship not much of a secret, even if Ethan didn’t cop to it
publicly. But, he hated that Blake was using him. Hated that the man was
whoring around on Ethan. And he hated that he didn’t have to balls to tell
Ethan.

But
what he hated even more than that… that Ethan knew what he was doing, and he
was intentionally keeping his distance from Beau.

After
all, if Ethan accepted that there might be something between them, it would
seal Ethan’s fate, and Beau sensed that he wasn’t ready to plunge headlong into
something that might just be what he needed. Something Beau had been
subconsciously looking for all his life.