God how she had missed him. For so, so long, she’d dreamed about what it would be like to be in his arms once again. To hold him close, to feel his lips against her skin. After long, delectable minutes, Kylie pulled back, hoping he was going to take the reins because honestly, she had no experience with this. Being the aggressor didn’t come easy for her, but she was trying.

“I want to taste your skin,” he groaned. “I want to hold your breasts in my hand and suck your nipples until you’re begging me for more.”

Kylie pulled her hands back from his hair, quickly and easily unhooking the small buttons on her blouse until she could lower it down her arms. Somewhere through the short time they’d been together, her inhibitions had turned into smoke and wafted away on the sultry summer breeze.

“Just like that,” Travis said as he stared at her chest, his hands coming up to touch her.

Sucking in a breath and exhaling a moan, Kylie got lost in the feel of his warm, callused fingers against her skin. The way he palmed her breasts in both hands before lowering her bra until the sensitive mounds spilled over the top, her nipples hardening just from the way he was looking at her.

“You’re still just as perfect. But I knew you would be. I’ve waited so long to do this again. So long.”

Kylie didn’t think Travis was even talking to her, but the words kept coming until he pressed his lips to the puckered tip, sliding his tongue slowly in a large circle. When his eyes darted up and met hers, he wrapped his lips around her nipple and sucked, making her moan, her head going back as a bolt of electricity sparked from her nipple to her clit.

Yup, inhibitions have left the building. Placing her hands on the back of his head, she held him close to her breast, unwilling to let him go as she ground her hips down, the evidence of his arousal pressing between her legs.

“Travis.” His name fell from her lips as he rocked his hips in rhythm with hers, a delightful friction that had her body catching fire, getting closer and closer to release despite the fact they still had their clothes on.

“Say it again,” he urged as he switched, applying the same fastidious attention to her other breast.

She was so overwhelmed with pleasure that she couldn’t get the word out.

“Say my name again, Kylie. I’m begging you. Say it.”

The plea in his tone ripped her to shreds and Kylie pulled his head up, pressing her lips to his. “Travis,” she breathed his name against his mouth, then slid her tongue in behind it. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

Travis’ mouth trailed heavenly warmth down her neck, over her collarbone, until once again he was laving her nipple with his tongue. When the windows began to fog, and the air conditioner was failing to cool them down, Travis released her breast from his mouth, staring up at her as she continued grinding against the hard ridge of his erection.

His hips began to rock more insistently as he gripped her ass, pulling her closer as the friction intensified and Kylie didn’t slow down. Grinding down harder, she let the friction against her clit drive her higher… Higher.

“That’s it, baby. Come for me. You’re so damn sexy.”

“Travis. Oh, yes. Oh... Travis!” Kylie couldn’t hold back, couldn’t stem the violent eruption that started in her core and shot out through her arms, her legs, her fingertips.

“You’re so fucking beautiful when you come,” he whispered against her ear as he held her close, obviously realizing that she desperately needed him to hold her together. She just wasn’t sure he realized exactly how close she was to falling apart.

Dear God, what had she done?

Not five minutes later, Kylie had regained some of her composure. Not much, but some. She managed to slip off of Travis’ lap and drop into the seat beside him, not bothering to move to the other side closer to the door. His big hand landed on her thigh, squeezing gently as he leaned his head back against the seat, his eyes closed. She wondered whether he even realized he was doing it.

“Thank you,” she whispered.

“For what?”

“For… that.”

His sexy chuckle echoed in the small space. “Baby, it was my pleasure.”

Neither of them said anything more for several minutes as their breaths slowed, became more regulated. Before she could ask him what they were supposed to do at that point, Kylie saw movement out of the corner of her eye, followed by the throaty rumble of an engine. Turning slightly, she saw a white Chevy truck pulling down toward the bank. The truck was familiar, and the identity of the driver, although she couldn’t see him through the rain splattered window, was confirmed when Travis cursed under his breath.

Hmmm, now if that wasn’t perfect timing.

Gage Matthews.

As if her day couldn’t get any worse.

“Stay here,” Travis ordered her seconds before he slipped out of the truck, grabbing his hat from the dash before he left.

Her immediate thought was to tell him to go to hell and follow just to prove that she wouldn’t take orders from him. But she didn’t get out of the truck. No, her shirt and bra were still askew, so she hurriedly put them back in place, redoing the buttons she’d released just minutes ago. Once she was presentable again, Kylie satisfied herself by turning in her seat and watching as Gage’s looming form climbed out of his truck, the two men meeting just a few feet away from the big white four-door Chevy. She took advantage of the few minutes to try and get herself together mentally now that she was physically in order once more.

God, she just had an orgasm. By dry humping Travis. Her face flushed from embarrassment. The last time she had done that, she had been a teenager. The irony was that it was with the same man now as it had been then.

She wasn’t sure she was going to be able to get out of the truck. Facing one of them was almost impossible, facing them both at the same time was going to be hell.

Distraction came by way of watching their interaction. From what she could tell, this wasn’t a happy reunion, and she wondered what had happened the night before when she left the two of them at Moonshiners.

Based on the expression on Gage’s too handsome face, he looked like he was ready to defend himself if it came down to it. She couldn’t see Travis’ face because he was turned away from her, but she could tell by the hard line of his powerful body that he was strung as tight as a bow.

Considering the last time she saw the two men together, they’d been confronting her after she witnessed them kissing in a dark hallway. The memory came flooding back, and Kylie suddenly felt ashamed.

Had Travis and Gage…? She let the thought trail off. It was clear they wanted each other. How did that work? How did they want one another and her too? She knew based on what she felt in recent days, months even, that they were feeling something when they were with her. They were. She hadn’t imagined it.

Surely they weren’t playing her to piss off each other.

Were they?

God, she hoped not.

Beads of water began running faster down the glass as the heavens split open, but neither man made a move to seek shelter from the downpour. A sudden desire to hear what they were saying had her sliding closer to the door, prepared to get out of the truck, but a bright flash of lightning, followed by a booming crash of thunder had her pausing.

As though the storm’s fury was the signal, the two men suddenly collided, although she never saw Gage move. He didn’t seem to be pushing back, but Travis had Gage pinned against the door of his truck within seconds. Their cowboy hats hid their faces, but she could see the strain in Travis’ shoulders through the black t-shirt that was plastered against his skin, soaked completely through.

Whatever they were saying to one another, it appeared to be fueled by frustration, and when Travis grabbed Gage by the shirt collar, she couldn’t sit passively by any longer. Rushing out of the truck, Kylie closed the distance between her and them, another bolt of lightning flashing brightly. She could taste the electricity in the air. Her scalp tingled, and the hair on her arms stood on end from how close the strike was.

When her eyes met Gage’s for a brief second, she could see the same confusion she’d seen last night when he realized she was standing in the bar.

Was there something between these two men? Something more than some passionate kisses that would make Gage deceive them both? Or was he merely dealing with Travis’ anger the same way he’d dealt with hers? He deserved every ounce of their outrage after what he’d done: forcing their paths to cross once again when they both knew that their distance was for the best.

As she stood a few feet away, Kylie couldn’t help but remember what Travis had told her in the truck. He was bisexual. His words echoed inside her head: And what would you have told me, Kylie? Would you have put your arms around me and said that it was all right for me to feel like that? That you’d be willing to share me? Share yourself with another man?

“You’re a bastard, you know that?” Travis barked.

“Why? Because I’m not willing to let her go either? You said it yourself, if she’s gonna be in my bed, you’re gonna be right there with us, remember?”

She watched just as one would watch a train wreck, trying to determine the exact moment the fireball was going to engulf the wreckage while categorizing everything that was happening as it did. They were talking about her, and it sounded like they’d tried to plan this whole thing out. If anyone should be pissed, it should be her.