So that meant they were snapping pictures and sending them to her, in hopes that she would approve of at least one of the trees that they managed to find at a little roadside stand just outside of Coyote Ridge.

Since she hadn’t been thrilled with any of them so far, Travis had informed him that they had one more place to try. And if she didn’t like one of those, he was going to Walmart and grabbing a fake one that she’d just have to deal with. Travis’ exact words.

So, as Gage moved through the rows of trees at what he hoped was their last stop of the afternoon, he was only half seeing what they had in stock. Mostly he was watching as Travis moved easily through the forest of green that would eventually grace someone’s living room as they awaited Christmas Day.

Gage just wanted to go home.

“Fucking hell,” Gage groaned. “Why won’t this one do?”

Travis turned around to face him, causing Gage to stop suddenly or slam into him as they passed yet another perfectly acceptable Christmas tree. Before he knew what was happening, Travis’ hand snaked out, sliding behind his neck as he pulled him close.

Without warning – ok, maybe there was a little warning based on how close Travis got – his lover slammed his mouth down on his and eagerly stole a kiss. Grabbing Travis’ shirt, Gage twisted his hands in the soft cotton, pulling him closer as he sought the one thing that would at least take the edge off of his frustration temporarily.

“God, you taste good,” he moaned softly into Travis’ mouth.

“If there weren’t little kids around, I’d shove you to your knees and bury my cock in your mouth,” Travis breathed roughly against his ear when he pulled back.

“Well, that’s more incentive to find the damned tree and go home.”

Linking his fingers with Gage’s, Travis pulled him along as they continued through the trees at the far end of the lot.

“This one’ll do,” Travis said when they came upon another bristly green tree that looked just like every other one they had looked at.

“Want me to take a pic?” Gage offered as he reached for his cell phone.

“Nope.” Travis stared at the tree, then turned to face Gage. “Don’t move.”

Within minutes, Travis was back with one of the attendants and they were putting the moves on the tree to get it prepared to take a trip down the highway.

Once they’d paid up and were back in the truck, Gage put it in gear and pulled out of the relatively empty parking lot. “She’s gonna kick your ass, you know that, right?”

“I’m sure she will, but we’ll deal with that when we get home.”

Gage shot a quick glance at Travis and grinned. Yeah, he was pretty sure he understood exactly how Travis intended to “deal” with Kylie.

And he couldn’t fucking wait.

♂♀♂

Kylie

Kylie dropped her phone back onto the table and smiled. She wasn’t sure exactly how much longer she’d be able to stall them, but considering the sales she’d seen, she knew she had to get them out of her hair long enough to make an effort to find something for them for Christmas.

She’d already received Gage’s opinion on the matter loud and clear. He wasn’t at all thrilled about being sent out on a Saturday in search of a Christmas tree, but it had been the only idea she could come up with at the time. Honestly, at least half of the pictures they’d sent her already were trees she would’ve been fine with. Only then, she wouldn’t have time to continue her internet search.

At the moment, she was chatting with one of the sales people at the big box electronics store, hoping to get just the thing for Gage. It wasn’t that she knew exactly what it was she was searching for, but she had a decent idea.

Another text came in, and she grabbed her phone to read the screen.

Found it. On the way home.

Wait. What?

How did they find one? She hadn’t given them go ahead to come home.

Glancing down at the sales ads lining the kitchen table, she knew she had to hurry.

Crap, crap, crap.

Running to the coffee machine, she started a fresh pot, intending to appear relaxed when they got home. After all, she didn’t want them to know what she’d been up to.

After sliding all of the ads into a pile and shoving them into the bottom cabinet where they kept the blender and the hand mixers that no one ever used, she rushed back to get her coffee.

By the time she was camped out on the couch, the television on and a cup of coffee by her side, she was sweating. Next time she’d have to be a little more prepared. It didn’t surprise her that her men had finally given up on her and picked out a tree on their own. She could practically feel Gage’s tension in his texts.

Taking a sip of her coffee and getting comfortable on the couch, she smiled to herself. She’d just have to make it up to him.

But, as another idea came to her, maybe she could make him work a little more for it.

♂♂♀

Travis

“Move it where?” Gage asked several hours later, clearly exasperated by Kylie’s constant need to move the Christmas tree – now strung with lights, but lacking ornaments – from one corner to another.

As if the afternoon hadn’t been taxing enough.

“Over there,” Kylie instructed and Travis opted to step back – several paces at that – to get out of the path of destruction that might just take place if she didn’t settle on one place and stick with it. It’d been a long time since Travis had seen Gage strung this tight.

It might be entertaining to watch Gage lose his patience, but Travis knew there was only so far the cop could be pushed before he snapped like a twig. But he was sexy as fucking hell doing it, so Travis didn’t mind watching from time to time.

“Again? We just moved it from over there,” Gage huffed.

“Yes, but I want to try it again,” she informed him, her hands on her hips and her pert little nose sticking up as though she were the alpha and they were just her servants.

The thought made Travis grin.

As he watched the chaos ensue, he figured he needed to get more comfortable. And what better way than to plop his ass down on the couch with a cold one. It didn’t take him long to slip into the kitchen, grab a beer from the fridge and sneak back. Neither of them ever even noticed he had left.

Kylie moved back a few feet, studying the corner where the tree now stood – somewhat lopsided thanks to Gage’s impatience with the whole thing.

“What if we mo–”

Before Kylie could get the question out, Travis set his beer on the side table and grabbed her around the waist, pulling her down onto his lap. Taken entirely by surprise, Kylie squealed and then started laughing.

“What if we do something different besides rearrange the living room a hundred times?” he asked, his arms wrapped firmly around her waist, her arms trapped at her sides.

“Like what?” she asked sweetly. “Y’all want to clean? The kitchen could use a good scrubbing. Or maybe the bathrooms.”

Digging his fingers into her side, Travis tickled her, making her giggle as she tried to get away. When Kylie started to squirm, Travis tilted his hips upward, effectively letting her grind that gorgeous ass right over his excited cock.

“Damn, baby,” he groaned. “Keep doing that, and I won’t care if you ever even get your clothes off.”

Kylie stopped moving instantly. At first, Travis thought it was due to his comment, but then he looked around her to see Gage standing just a few inches away, his jeans pushed to his thighs and his cock jutting out from his body.

Damn, the man was so fucking hot. His cock was long and thick as he stroked himself slowly, his gaze intent on Kylie as he moved closer to them.

“Suck me,” Gage ordered, his tone dripping with authority. “Don’t let her go, Travis.”

Yes, sir, Travis thought to himself as he pushed up to a sitting position, his chest pressed against Kylie’s back.

Travis wouldn’t have been able to look away if he was forced to. He wanted to reach out and touch Gage, wrap his fist around the swollen shaft and stroke him hard and fast. Licking his lips involuntarily, Travis leaned forward, his lips close to Kylie’s ear.

“Suck him, baby. I want to watch while he fucks your mouth,” Travis encouraged, keeping his arms banded around her, although she had ceased moving. This right here... It made all the hassle of looking for the perfect tree worth it.

“Make me.” Kylie dared him. Had she not chuckled, her laughter vibrating against his groin, Travis might’ve thought she was serious.

“My pleasure,” Gage growled, sliding his hand into her hair and pulling her forward as he brushed the engorged head of his cock against her lips.

Travis watched. As a matter of fact, he sat motionless as Gage slid his thick shaft deep into Kylie’s mouth, his hand gripping her hair gently, holding her perfectly still. Kylie let Gage control her movements, her tongue sliding over the head, lapping at the pre-cum that had already formed there before sucking him fully into her mouth.

Travis groaned.

“Ahhh, damn, baby.” Gage moaned his pleasure, his attention focused solely on where Kylie’s lips were wrapped around his dick. “I love your mouth on me. That’s it, suck me. Fuck.”

Travis’ cock stirred, his stomach muscles tightening with excitement. When he dared meet Gage’s eyes, he saw the unbridled lust darkening his sexy brown eyes.

That’s when Gage looked at him and stopped moving.

“Now your turn,” Gage said gruffly, pulling his cock free of Kylie’s mouth.

Travis smirked, keeping his arms wrapped tightly around Kylie. “Make me.”