Nicole Edwards - Travis

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Ok, so maybe he had never walked the straight and narrow, but Travis wasn’t sure what he’d done to deserve this version of his own personal hell. Granted, the situation could be looked at one of two ways. One, Travis was confined in a small space with two people he was more than anxious to strip naked and ravish until they couldn’t take any more. Or two, Travis was confined in a small space with two people who would rather throw flaming arrows at him than have him come anywhere near them.

Only fifteen minutes had passed since they made their way back to Gage’s truck, but it felt like an eternity. He wasn’t sure how much longer he was going to be able to sit still. He was beginning to feel anxious and irritated, and that was due to the emotions these two evoked within him. Bottom line… they were too damn tempting for his own good.

Even over the musty scent of rain and the mud that caked his boots, the lavender and vanilla scent that emanated from Kylie filled his senses and made him want her more than he already had. Kissing her in his truck earlier, making her come by grinding his iron hard cock against her clit hadn’t done a damn thing to help quell the urge to pick up where they left off.

Fuck, who was he kidding? It’d been ten fucking years and he still wanted her just as much today as the day he walked away from her. Maybe more.

He got the feeling she was nervous, but he couldn’t necessarily blame her. Here she was, sandwiched between him and Gage and they didn’t have much of a choice but to sit and wait out the storm. Even then, they’d be waiting a couple of hours, if not more, for the water to recede in the swollen creek.

What he didn’t understand was why she didn’t hightail it into the back seat rather than risk being as close as she was to them. She hadn’t had much of a choice when he forced her in through the front passenger door, but she’d had more than enough time to move if she wanted to. Not that he was going to suggest it because Travis liked having her right where she was. Yes, maybe he’d done it on purpose. He wanted to be close to her, and he’d let her be the one to make the decision on whether she was going to get away from him.

“Is there not another way out of here?” Kylie asked as she thumbed her phone repeatedly, squeezing her legs together as though she feared relaxing would cause her to touch either one of them.

He fought the urge to smile. Nervous was an understatement.

“Nope. And no matter how much you finger that phone, it isn’t gonna work,” Gage said.

Travis’ dick jumped to attention at Gage’s choice of words. A very explicit image bounced around in his head, and it involved a very naked Kylie and an equally naked Gage and the strategic placement of Travis’ fingers between Kylie’s smooth, toned legs.

Holy fuck! It was getting too damn hot in the truck.

“Turn the air conditioner on, would ya?” he told Gage.

Surprisingly, Kylie reached forward and turned the dial that would at least alleviate some of the steam beginning to fog up the interior of the windows.

After they’d sat for a few minutes, the only sound coming from the hum of the a/c motor, Kylie started to squirm.

“You ok?” he asked, shifting in his seat to face her as he leaned against the door.

“Fine.”

She damn sure didn’t look fine. “What’s the problem then?”

“I’m wet and cold and need to take my boots off because they’re full of water.”

“Well, don’t mind us, feel free to strip naked if you wish.” Travis knew she wouldn’t, but he still held out hope.

“Strip naked?” Doubt had Kylie pinning him with a glare, and he suddenly wondered if he’d be the one squirming in his seat next. She had a point, his clothes were uncomfortable, his dick not at all happy being confined behind the wet denim.

To his surprise, Kylie pulled off one boot, being careful not to get mud on the seat which was a feat within itself. After removing her wet sock and dropping it inside, she went to the other.

Travis’ cock was eagerly waiting for direction because watching Kylie undress was pure fucking torture. He held his breath, wishing like hell she’d decide her bra was too wet too. Unfortunately, he didn’t get that lucky. Once she had both feet bared, she shifted her feet up and placed them on the seat in front of her, burying her head in her knees.

“Does this remind you of anything?” she asked, her voice muffled from how she was sitting.

Kylie’s question had both him and Gage turning to look at her, but neither of them said anything. Who was she talking to?

She must’ve realized they were waiting because she lifted her head, looking from one to the other as a rosy blush crept up the sexy column of her neck. Not that his cock could handle much more blood flow, but it was then that his body decided it’d go without if it meant his dick might get attention anytime in the near future.

Yep, he was getting light headed, and it had nothing to do with the way he’d slammed his head against the steering wheel when he’d gone nose first into that ditch.

“What?” Gage finally spoke, obviously curious as to where she was going with her question.

Travis had a pretty good idea which moment she was referring to.

They hadn’t known each other long when they found themselves in a similar situation, only at that time, there was no washed out road keeping them from getting somewhere. No, at that time, it had only been the two of them and their unrelenting desire that kept them cooped up in the cab of his truck, making out like teenagers.

Why would she even think about that?

“Refresh my memory.” Travis wasn’t going to jump to conclusions. Not with this woman. But he was more than happy to get her talking and if she was thinking about something that was making her blush like that, he damn sure wanted to know what it was.

“Nothing. Never mind,” she sighed, leaning her head back on the seat and staring up at the ceiling.

“No, see. I’m not thinking that’s fair. You brought it up. Enlighten us, please,” Travis urged.

Gage needed to have his Freon level checked because the air conditioner in his truck didn’t work for shit.

“I’m betting money it wasn’t quite like this,” Gage added, his attention on Kylie as well.

“Not quite, no,” Travis said, watching to see whether she was going to contribute to the conversation she started.

“You’re right. Nothing like this.” Kylie’s frustrated words raised the hair on the back of his neck.

“She’d never have been able to handle a situation like this.” Travis didn’t hold back his irritation with both himself and the situation as he turned and faced the front window once more. It all came down to: he wanted something he wasn’t going to get.

“Like what?” she asked, sitting up straight and turning to look at him, her knee coming to rest on his thigh. “You don’t think I could’ve handled being the cream center in your little fantasy?”

Once again mere words brought about an erotic vision that had his dick throbbing to life, the zipper of his jeans now painfully intimate with his cock. Glancing down at where their legs touched, Travis was stunned silent by the mere touch of her body against his. Was she doing it on purpose? There was no way this woman could know just how far he could be pushed.

It wasn’t far.

When he regained some of his mental faculties, he faced her, leaning close. Very, very close. Their noses almost touched. “I’m not sure you could have,” he told her. “However, I’d be more than willing to let you try if you think you’ve got what it takes.”

He was being a bastard on purpose. His own anger was getting the best of him, and in close quarters with these two, he was rapidly losing his patience.

“Well, you don’t know much about me then, do you?” she retorted, her eyes trained on his. His breath caught in his throat when her hand joined her knee on his leg, slowly easing up his thigh until the slightest brush of her fingernail against the denim over his dick nearly set him off.

“Push me, baby. See how far I bend before I break,” he warned, his words but a whisper between them. “I’m warning you now, it’s not very far.”

Kylie’s eyes widened and her breath hitched, but he had to give her credit for not flinching like he expected her to. She was the one instigating this, he was leaving the ball in her court.

“Is that what you want?” Her words were laced with venom. “You want me to fuck you and Gage at the same time?”

Travis growled.

“Yeah? Or how about I just sit on the sidelines and watch while the two of you go at it. Would that turn you on?”

Leaning in close to her, Travis put his finger on the edge of her chin and forced her to face him more fully. Using his thumb, he brushed over her bottom lip, listening to the way her breaths became choppy and erratic.

“What if I said yes?”

“I’d say…”

“Will you two fucking stop? I can’t handle this shit right now,” Gage barked, throwing his arms up on the steering wheel and leaning closer to the windshield.

“From what I hear, you’re more than experienced in threesomes, Matthews. Don’t tell me you’d have a problem with it.” Sitting back in the seat, Travis dropped his hand, but he didn’t both moving away from Kylie. Her knee was still resting on his thigh, and if he glanced down the long, sleek muscle, he’d… see right up her damn shorts.

Mother fucking shit. Goddamn.

“Fuck.” Gage exhaled the word, but didn’t turn to face them.

“Is this what you want too?” Kylie’s tone held a degree of skepticism as she addressed Gage. “You can’t be happy with one woman? I wasn’t enough to satisfy you when you took me to my bed? You need a man to fulfill you too?” Kylie asked the questions, and although there was some bite left in her tone, Travis had to assume she didn’t realize what she just revealed.