Travis (22 page)

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Kylie’s
heart pounded against her ribs. Hmm, she was having a hard time breathing. The
only difference between what was happening now and running a marathon was that
she wasn’t sweating. Yet. And she was undeniably more hot than bothered by the
idea of what they were about to do.

There
must’ve been some sort of trigger inside her head, activated anytime Travis
used that stern, demanding tone of voice. She managed to get herself worked up
from the graphic images in that cinematic area reserved just for those sort of
memories, but she went from simmer to a rapid boil as soon as Travis told her
to come out of the bathroom. He hadn’t requested it, he’d demanded it. She
could add that to the long list of things she was quickly learning about
herself since she’d been thrust back into Travis’ orbit.

Although
she logically tried to come up with a reason for her to be terrified of what
this encounter might bring, she couldn’t bring herself to do it because she was
so eager to be with Travis and Gage again that she continued to come up with
enough ammunition to shoot every one of her doubts right out of the sky.

And
with the warmth of Travis at her front and Gage at her back, she suddenly felt
that same feelings she’d felt before. Only this time, she felt it all at once.
The security and safety these men made her feel – despite the fact that they’d
both broken her heart at one point – wasn’t an easy thing to ignore.

Nor
did she want to.

With
her heart trembling, attempting to support her decision despite its hesitance,
Kylie committed herself fully, understanding that there was no turning back.
She prayed that the very naïve part of her wouldn’t be shattered into a million
pieces all over again, but her hormones had chosen to take over, which meant
she couldn’t even worry about anything else.

When
Gage’s mouth brushed against her ear, some of her nerve faltered, but the
warmth of his breath encouraged her.

What
was she thinking about again?

“I’m
not sure there’s enough room in that bathroom for us to undress,” Gage murmured
against her ear. “I think we should get started right here.”

Eh,
thinking was way overrated anyway.

She
was fully onboard with naked though. Naked was good.

Kylie
might question the logistics of how this would work – with twice as many arms
and legs and… Yeah, well, twice as many everything – but she understood the
concept. Foreign or not, it was like her body knew that it should be primed and
ready to accept them both at the same time. And it was.

Because
they both seemed so reluctant – kind of like they were worried she was made of
glass and would shatter if they moved too fast – Kylie took the initiative and
slid her hands underneath Travis’ shirt, quickly pushing it up and forcing him
to finish the job and pull it over his head.

 “I’ve
never done this before,” she admitted, wanting to make sure they understood she
needed their reassurance even if she wanted this more than anything.

The
devilish smirk that tilted Travis’ delectable lips had Kylie’s girl parts
dancing.

Despite
the smile on his face, Kylie could sense the tension in his body. Playfully,
she smacked his chest. “Travis Walker, you know I’m not a virgin.”

His
sexy chuckle, combined with the feel of Gage’s lips against her ear, sent an
army of butterflies spiraling around her tummy. Travis wouldn’t need to be
reminded that she wasn’t a virgin because he just so happened to be the man who
took her virginity all those years ago.

“I
need you to understand something,” Travis said suddenly serious, belying the tentative
smile he gave her at her attempted humor.

Kylie
nodded, unable to form words as she waited for him to share whatever was on his
mind.

“I’ve
always loved you. I don’t ever want you to think that it wasn’t enough. It’s
just that…”

She
noticed the instant Gage took a step back, as though Travis’ words had sucker
punched him. Kylie was unable to reassure him because she was holding her
breath, the word “love” triggering her heart to do somersaults in her chest.

“I
didn’t want to hurt you then, and I don’t want to hurt you now. Whatever
happens… between you and me or me and Gage, I need you to know…”

What?!?
Kylie wanted to scream the question, but she knew Travis couldn’t be rushed.
She focused on remaining motionless, trying not to pull his head down so she
could lose herself in his kiss, which would’ve been so much easier than being
put back into the emotional blender.

“I
don’t think I can walk away again,” Travis whispered, and Kylie’s eyes filled
with tears.

The
sincerity in his tone had her heart pounding harder.

Then
he looked up, over her head and said, “And no matter what you think about me,
this isn’t casual.”

There
was a pause and then Gage’s body heat was once again toasty and reassuring
against her back.

“Never
thought it was,” came the reply over her shoulder.

“Liar.”
And finally, a brilliant, panty melting smile tipped Travis’ lips and Kylie
knew she was a goner.

Jeezus
.
Grabbing the back of his head, Kylie pulled him closer, brushing her lips
against his. She knew there weren’t any guarantees, but she clung to the little
hope deep inside. She no longer feared that she would fall in love with both of
them because she was pretty sure she already was, and they hadn’t even taken
that first step yet.

There
was a small but persistent voice in the back of her mind questioning her
sanity, but she ignored it, wanting to finally take a break from all of the
thinking. If she could just close her eyes and lose herself, she might have a chance
at figuring out what it was she needed.

The
kiss morphed into something hotter as Travis took the lead, owning the kiss,
owning her. She started to put her arms around his neck, but then hands were
lifting her shirt, forcing her to pry her lips from Travis’ momentarily. Then
she was almost naked, and Gage was pressing up against her again and this time
she felt him. Skin to skin.

Somewhere
along the way he obviously lost his shirt and the heat of his body infused her
tenfold, causing her to lean into his warmth as he reached around, his hands
cupping her breasts and causing her to drop her head back against his chest.
The only thing that would be better was if she could see him. Admire his
perfect body.

Mmmm.

Ok,
maybe looking wasn’t better than what he was doing with those nimble fingers,
but…

While
Gage’s hands caused her heart rate to soar, she took the time to admire the way
Travis’ tan skin glistened in the dim light of the room, his muscles tense and
gloriously defined. His chest was still just as broad, his waist just as narrow,
his abs just as defined with lines and ridges that made her want to run her
tongue through all of the dips and valleys just so she could remember what he
tasted like.

Before
she could do anything of the sort, Travis dropped to his knees in front of her,
his knuckles scraping against her belly as he worked the button loose on her
shorts. There was absolutely no room for her usual self-consciousness because
the hunger in Travis’ smoky blue eyes relieved any body image issues she had as
he peered up at her.

“So
damn beautiful.” His words were exhaled on a breath, nearly drowned out by the
sound of her own breathing. Although the words might not have been shouted,
Kylie heard them and the intention behind them.

She
needed this man.

Overcome
with lust, Kylie placed her hands over Gage’s, forcing him to apply more pressure
and that’s apparently all the permission he needed because he was leaning down,
his tongue sliding along her jaw as Travis helped her out of her shorts and
then he was standing tall again, removing the rest of his own clothes. There
was a sharp intake of breath, and she wasn’t sure whether it was her or Gage –
maybe both – when Travis stood fully erect and deliciously sexy right in front
of her.

“Shower,”
Travis mumbled against her mouth a second later before he was once again
thrusting his tongue deep, trapping Gage’s skillful hands between her body and
his.

“Definitely
shower,” Gage agreed, his teeth nipping at her earlobe.

Not
wanting to let go of them, Kylie groaned, but Travis merely smiled, unwrapping
her arms from around his neck. “Patience,” he told her.

“Pot…
Kettle…” she moaned as Gage took his place, twisting her body until they were
chest to chest, his tongue snaking into her mouth, stealing her breath and her
senses all at the same time.

There
was a rumble of pipes and then the sound of the shower filled the room and Gage
was walking her backward, never breaking the kiss. Long minutes later, the
bathroom was filled with steam and somehow they’d managed to maneuver into the
unusually small stall after Gage had stripped himself down while Kylie and
Travis had the pleasure of watching.

The
next thing she knew, Travis’ rough hands tingled against her skin, his palms
abrading her nipples as he lightly grazed over them, his hips now pressed
firmly against her lower back, his erection hot and insistent behind her.

Gage
lowered himself to his knees, meeting her gaze briefly before he leaned closer,
pressing his lips just below her navel. A tingle ricocheted in her belly,
making her muscles tighten.

Wow.
Were they moving fast? Or was her brain just mush?

“Lift
her leg,” Gage instructed and Kylie couldn’t process what he was saying because
she was too busy waiting for him to move lower, but apparently he wasn’t
talking to her.

Fast.
Definitely fast.

Travis’
big hand slid down her torso, over her hip and down her thigh before he gripped
her leg, lifting it up and out until she was on display for Gage’s penetrating
gaze. Her breaths were coming in sharp, uneven pants as she waited impatiently
to see what he would do next.

“So
beautiful,” he whispered. The words were loud in the small room, even over the
roaring of her own blood in her ears and the shower water streaming behind her.

The
water cascaded over her body, sliding over and through Travis’ fingers where he
cupped her breast with one hand, squeezing lightly. Travis’ head came around,
his lips pressing against her neck and Kylie tilted her head to give him better
access. When Gage’s fingers slid through her folds, separating her even more
than she already was, she wasn’t sure she’d be able to remain standing on one
leg. If she’d thought that was difficult, she obviously hadn’t expected what he
did next.

“Oh,
God!” she screamed as his tongue thrust through her slit, teasing her before
relentlessly focusing on her clit while Travis sucked insistently on the skin
of her neck.

She
could hear Travis as the hot rush of his labored breaths brushed along her
skin, panting in her ear, assuring her that he was right there with her.
Fearing they might let her go, she threw one arm up behind her and gripped the
back of Travis’ neck while thrusting her other hand into the soft, cool strands
of Gage’s dark hair.

“I
want to hear you come, Kylie.” Travis’ deep voice rumbled against her ear, and
Kylie had to focus on breathing for fear that she would pass out from the
pleasure. “Just like you did in the truck. I want to hold you while you come.”

“Yes.”
Kylie began chanting the single word over and over, her hips taking on a life
of their own as she began grinding against Gage’s mouth. “Oh, God. Make me come.
Please!”

“That’s
it, baby. Fuck his mouth. Slow and steady,” Travis instructed as he tightened
his grip on her thigh. “I want to hear you come while Gage fucks you with his
tongue. You’re so damn hot like this, pressed between us. So fucking hot.”

Kylie
could barely process what Travis was saying, but the words didn’t matter as
much as the sexy rumble of his voice as he encouraged her to let go. She was
hanging on the precipice, wanting to free fall into oblivion and she was close.
So close, but she didn’t want it to end either.

Gage
stole her decision to hold off when he gripped her hip with one hand, his other
sliding beneath her raised leg and cupping her bottom as he pulled her against
his mouth, his tongue driving deep inside of her over and over.

Kylie
screamed his name repeatedly, driving her hips forward as she came in a rush of
sensation. Travis lowered her leg, wrapping his strong arms around her upper
body and holding her up, or she would’ve crumbled to the tile at her feet.

Before
she could catch her breath, Gage was standing in front of her, the entire
length of his body pressing against hers as his mouth came crashing down on
hers, the taste of her on his lips mingling with his own heady flavor. The way
he cupped her face, tilting her head slightly, allowing him to delve deeper,
had her heart clenching in her chest. He was always so gentle with her, as
though he knew that no matter how strong she wanted them to think she was, she
still needed the tenderness that his touch could offer.