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He exchanged an amused look with Cassidy. “I hope you’re enjoying ordering me around, because it’s not happening again for a long,
long
time.”

“You playing?” Ashley taunted. She turned their cards to reveal a pair of jacks. “I’d have given you both jokers, but there were none in the deck.”

Travis slipped off the tabletop, his cock back up to full again as he paced around the table to Cassidy’s side. “Lesson to learn, Cassidy? Never bet with a woman who does card tricks.”

Cassidy rotated to face him. “I don’t know. So far everything’s gone pretty damn well as far as I’m concerned.”

“Going to get better,” Travis promised. He planted a hand on either side of Cassidy’s hips before twisting to speak to Ashley. “And you. While you watch, I want those clever fingers of yours on your pussy. Once Cassidy loses control, I’m fucking you right here on the table while Cassidy plays with you.”

A lovely shiver took her at his growly command. “Sounds wonderful.”

Travis turned back, and Cassidy swallowed hard. Tension rose, a fine sheen of sweat on both their torsos glistening in the lights. Travis pressed his lips to Cassidy’s chest. “Relax. You’ll like it.”

“That’s not the trouble,” Cassidy complained. “I’m worried I won’t last more than three… Holy
fuck
.”

No holds barred. Travis simply fisted Cassidy’s cock and surrounded him. Mouth sealed tight over the crown, Travis’s cheeks hollowed, and Cassidy stiffened, hips rising off the table.

Even if Travis hadn’t told her to, Ashley wouldn’t have been able to stop from dipping her fingers between her legs. Rubbing her clit to ease the building pressure as Travis took Cassidy deep again and again. He sat on the bench, his own cock rising upward as he sucked Cassidy’s hard length, leaving room to pump his fist up and down. Forceful, full, hard strokes until Cassidy gasped for air, his stomach muscles clenched to rocks.

Ashley couldn’t stay away. She crawled in closer and brushed a hand over Cassidy’s abdomen. Teased lightly to let him know she was there, then she pressed her palm to his chest and kissed him as she guided him to lie on the cushion.

“Ashley.” He caught her around the neck as his eyes rolled back. She glanced down the table to see Travis had let go of Cassidy’s cock. He’d pushed Cassidy’s thigh out of the way and was playing with his ass. Still sucking his cock enthusiastically, noises of pleasure rising as Cassidy squirmed.

She stayed where she was, kissing Cassidy tenderly. “Feels good, baby? His mouth on your cock? His finger in your ass?”

Cassidy nodded, his lips tightly closed as if he were afraid to let go.

“Let it happen,” she soothed. “Enjoy it all. His tongue. His touch. It’s like getting fucked and fucking at the same time, right?”

She gasped as a strong hand pressed between her legs again, this time Cassidy dragging her hand over slick skin, their fingers linked as he rubbed her clit.

Travis worked Cassidy’s dick like she’d worked the ice cream cone at the start of the night. His other hand was wrapped around his own cock and pumping hard.

Crazy, dirty sex. Perfect crazy, mixed-up sex.

Cassidy jerked without warning, curling upright slightly as he came. “Oh,
fuck
, yeah.”

There was too much to see, to feel. Cassidy shouted again as Travis swallowed around his cock, the entire length buried deep. Travis’s hand on his own cock faltered, picking up again to drag out another climax, shooting against his abdomen. Ashley’s pussy squeezed around nothing, but that was fine—that was just
fine
as erotic tension pulsed in waves, and satisfaction rolled through her one more time.

“Oh. Fuck.
Yeah
.” Ashley repeated Cassidy’s words enthusiastically. That had been about perfect.

Ashley moaned as she rolled to her back. Travis panted for air, and Cassidy…

Well, he had no choice other than to stay in one spot and allow the shudders racking his body to die away.

“That was awesome.” Ashley smiled at the ceiling, looking a little like a cat that’d gotten into the cream.

He stroked her cheek, but all the while he was aware of Travis. Of naked bodies and the scent of sex. Of the wetness around his cock, and his still-tingling balls.

“You two proud of yourselves?” Travis drawled.

“Ha!” Ashley waved a hand in the air. “Tell me you’re pissed off. Just try to say it, so I can call bullshit.”

Travis snuck his hand over her stomach, reaching until he made contact with Cassidy. Instant goose bumps rose as Travis stroked his fingertips over Cassidy’s skin, caressing them both with one motion.

“Oh hell, I wouldn’t dream of complaining, though I had talked about fucking you, little minx.” She turned her smile on him, and Travis grinned in return, his cocky expression fading to far more serious. “And as much fun as your game was? It backfired. Now that I’ve had a taste, I don’t want it to end.”

Cassidy fought to keep from jerking off the table in shock. “What do you mean?”

Travis flattened his hand against Cassidy’s chest and leaned farther to make direct eye contact. “We said this game was for tonight, but hell if that’s enough. We’ve got nothing stopping us. No reason not to take for the entire damn summer. All three of us—that’s what I want. I want you both in my bed, and as patient as I was tonight with Ashley ordering us around, I don’t think I need to remind you that I’m stubborn enough to get my way.”

“What if we don’t want more than tonight?” Cassidy demanded, feeling his meager control of the situation slipping away. Even worse, he wasn’t honestly disappointed by the fact.

A sharp snort of amusement escaped Travis. “Well, Cassidy, see that’s why I’ll get my way. If you really could say to me, ‘T, I don’t want to spend the next two and a half months fooling around with you and Ashley’ then I’d listen, and that would be the end of it.” He moved closer, his eyes mesmerizing. “But I know the truth. And the truth is you’re longing for this as much as I am. So how about we cut the bullshit and make it official?”

Fear still hovered. “What if this—?”

“No,” Travis snapped. Then softer, but just as earnest. “No what-ifs. It’s not going to be perfect all the time—I know that. We’ll deal with the stupid things we do as we do them, which probably means you guys calling me out for being an ass ninety percent of the time, but we’re doing this. Are you in or not?”

Ashley curled her hands around Cassidy’s biceps, blinking innocently. “We can handle it. Maybe between the two of us we can teach Travis some manners.” She gave a little gasp as Travis’s hand slapped her bare ass, but her smile stayed bright.

Cassidy would be a fool to turn them down. This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. It wasn’t forever, and it was everything he’d longed for.
Who
he’d longed for.

Travis’s sharp eyes took in all of it. Cocky and bold and too damn addictive to ignore. It might be wrong, might be dangerous, but Cassidy couldn’t resist.

He stroked Ashley’s lips with his thumb, ignoring Travis for a moment. Focusing on her, because she was the reason this could happen—because she’d made the first moves, and she was strong enough to put up with him and Travis for the next while. “Not like I’d turn down the opportunity to spend the summer with a beautiful woman.”

“Damn right, you won’t,” Travis muttered. “Shit for brains if you did.”

“Asshole,” Cassidy drawled back. “But I’m sleeping in my own bed, thank you. Bet you’re a fucking bed hog.”

Ashley’s laughter rang over the room. “I love how you guys are so upfront and open about your emotions.”

Travis nuzzled her neck. “Good. Because you got us into this, babe. And you have to deal with us for the rest of the summer.”

From the look in her eyes, she wasn’t one bit upset about that challenge at all.

Chapter Eighteen

“You want to go on a trail ride?”

Ashley glanced up from the teeny table in her camper van that she was using as a computer desk. The side door was propped open to let in the fresh air, and Cassidy filled the frame. His blond hair stood up in places, his hat held before him in his hands.

Hands.
Hmm.
The memory of his touch sent a shiver trickling over her. It had been a couple days since they’d had their little showdown in the mess hall. Since then she’d spent her nights in Travis’s bed, without Cassidy joining them.

It wasn’t as if the three of them had nothing else to do but fool around, but Cassidy seemed to be holding back. Travis had given the other man a few hard looks, but he hadn’t pushed, so she’d followed his lead. Cassidy would come around, she was sure of it. They had lots of time, and there was something to be said for the thrill of the chase.

But having him come to her? Half the battle right there.

She patted the cushion beside her. “Nice to see you. What have you got planned?”

He stepped in and joined her, barely fitting his muscular body into the full-to-capacity van. “I was looking at the schedule, and if you want to go out riding for a day, this week works well.”

More opportunities for picture taking. Ashley nodded. “Sounds like fun. Who all would go?”

“I’m giving the crew a couple of days off. James and Dani plan on staying here, so they can care for the horses. But Travis said he could wing a getaway.”

Oh, better and better. This had potential to be more than simply a photo-gathering excursion. “The three of us, then? All alone in the middle of the wilderness?”

He grinned.

“Sign me up.” Ashley paused, not sure if it was the right thing to do. Only she had to know. She laid a hand on his leg. “How are you, Cass? You’ve been awfully busy.”

He cleared his throat. “You can say it. I’ve been hiding.”

His instant honesty reassured her more than anything else he could have said. “Nothing wrong with taking your time, though I tend to rush in where angels fear to tread. Go as fast as you want, but I hope you know we want you.” She squeezed his thigh. “And I mean more than simply sex-want. You’re an awesome guy. I enjoy spending time with you.”

“Thanks.” His fingers pressed over hers. “Actually, I was thinking about that. Would you lend me your guitar?”

Well. “You play?”

He shrugged stiffly. “I did. Haven’t for years, but I’d appreciate if you don’t mind helping me brush up my skills. If you want.”

She flipped her hand over so their fingers would mesh together. “I’d like that. Maybe in the evenings by the fire?”

Cassidy nodded. He leaned in slowly, and she tilted her head back to allow their mouths to connect. A soft kiss. Tender and brief, yet enough to make her toes curl.

He released her hand and crawled out of the van. There was a lovely warm spot inside her as she smiled after him. “The ride sounds super. Anytime you guys can make it. I can plan around your schedule.”

He adjusted his hat before tipping his head in salute. “See you around?”

Her lips were tingling. “Oh yeah.”

A little later Ashley found she was staring at the screen and not working more than working. Time for a break, or at least a change of scenery. With her portable easel and art supplies, she headed into the sunshine.

Travis found her in the field beyond the campsite. She didn’t notice he was there at first, just leaned back one moment and discovered him sitting on the grass watching her.

She propped her paintbrush on the easel and wiped her hands clean. “Hey, you need something?”

He shook his head. “Taking a breather and wondered how you were doing.”

Three steps took her to his side. She straddled his legs, sitting into his lap and draping her arms over his shoulders. “I’m doing lovely. The camp is gorgeous and inspiring, and thank you for letting me join you.”

His hands landed on her hips, and he slipped his thumbs into her belt loops. “I’m glad it’s working out. I like having you here,” he admitted.

For the second time that day, she found herself being kissed tenderly. It was all too easy to give a response, to lean closer and kiss him back. This was the man who’d enticed her from the start. Take charge, lighthearted and cocky in public, and yet deep down, something more. Layers within layers—some of them only now starting to make sense as he opened up and accepted the things inside him.

Philosophical thoughts were pushed aside as Travis caressed her. His mouth and tongue guiding her toward more intense pleasure, his hands drifting over her torso and up the sides of her breasts as if she were priceless and fragile.

“I love watching you work,” Travis whispered. “You’re so into what you’re doing, it’s as if you’re pouring yourself out through your fingertips onto the canvas.”

His fingertips were damn talented as well, brushing her nipples and prompting them to tighten to hard peaks. “I like watching you work, but that’s because your flexing muscles turn me on.”

He laughed. “Dirty girl.”

“You know it. I can handle having those flexing muscles all over me anytime you like.” She moaned as his touch grew rougher, arching her back to let him play with her breasts. “Sweet mercy, Travis, you starting something you plan to finish, or what?”

He lifted her hips and pulsed his lips around her nipple right though her shirt, nipping lightly before letting go with a sigh. “You’re not wearing a bra, woman. You distracted me.” He settled her again, pressing his knuckles under her chin and locking their eyes together. “You are a sexy thing, but you’re more than that. You’re pretty damn incredible. Sexy
and
smart.”