Nicole Edwards - Travis

“Travis! Gage!”

The sound of both their names on her lips was the most erotic thing Gage had ever heard. He might not be a novice when it came to threesomes, but he was generally the third, which meant he didn’t usually get the pleasure of hearing his name fall from anyone’s lips. To hear Kylie scream for him made his dick pulse with eager anticipation.

Kylie’s arm tightened around his head, pulling him closer as he suckled with renewed vigor. He thought she might come apart at the seams when Travis released his hand and mirrored his actions on her other breast, lapping at her nipple eagerly. A gentle, rhythmic tremor shook her body as she cried out their names over and over. Gage waited for the exact moment when he thought she was plummeting over the edge before he lightly bit her nipple, making her cry out as she climaxed, her body bowing so beautifully. Gage wasn’t sure he’d be able to hold himself in check for much longer.

Having her willing and pliant in his hands should’ve been enough, but Gage knew that what they were going for wasn’t quick, and it wasn’t the type of encounter that should take place in the front seat of his truck. No matter how tempting it was to drag her shorts from her body and to release his cock from his jeans, they weren’t teenagers, and he wasn’t looking for this to be over any time soon.

And he had no doubt that he’d be buried to the hilt in her pussy before the water ever retreated from the road if they kept this up. He just couldn’t bring himself to do it. No matter how hard his cock was.

Pulling back, Gage released Kylie as her trembling subsided, her orgasm leveling out.

“Did you come?” Travis whispered, his lips pressing along her throat.

“Yes.” Her voice was so soft, Gage barely heard her.

“You’re so damn responsive, baby. Imagine what it’ll be like when we get you naked.”

Staring up at her, Gage took in the most beautiful sight and sent up a silent prayer that what he was about to do wasn’t going to end this before it ever got started. After all, when he hit pause on this interlude, he risked her thinking too much, changing her mind.

Then again, if she did, it wasn’t meant to be in the first place.

Sneaking a peek out the front windshield, he noticed that the rain had subsided for the most part, which meant they might have a chance of making it across the swollen creek within the hour. The question was whether they’d be able to hold out for that long before he could get her somewhere other than the inside of his truck.

“What do you say we try to head back? Find a place to dry off before this goes any further. I don’t think there’s enough room in here for us to do everything we want to you anyway.”

Kylie’s eyes met his and then an unusually flirtatious, extremely enticing smile tipped her lips. “I was thinking the exact same thing.”

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So this was the old farmhouse Kylie was planning to restore for Gage. He’d seen it before but never up close and personal. And quite frankly, Travis was getting damn tired of looking at the outside of it. However, since Gage wasn’t making any move to get out of the truck quickly, he was at a bit of a loss. It wasn’t like he could just waltz right in.

Shit. From where he sat, it looked like the house was vacant, so he was leery of what they were doing there in the first place. As the house went out of focus, Travis thought about counting the raindrops on the windshield in front of him. It was either that or crawl right out of his damn skin.

He wanted to ask why Gage had chosen this place, but he didn’t. He wanted to ask Kylie to sit astride his cock so he could immerse himself balls deep inside of her. Again, no go. Probably wouldn’t go over well.

So, Travis sat in his seat, pretending to be comfortable waiting for them to GET THE FUCK OUT OF THE TRUCK! Ok, so he was slowly going insane. Travis wondered if they knew that. Maybe they were doing it on purpose. He wouldn’t put it past them.

It was unfortunate that his truck was DOA because he’d much rather have followed them to Gage’s house. Not that it would’ve changed the situation he was in now at all. That hope had been shot to shit after a quick perusal of the damage. As soon as they realized the low water crossing was safe enough for them to cross, they’d stopped for all of three minutes before Travis had accepted the fate of his truck. It wasn’t going anywhere until he could get a wench and pull the damn thing out of the mud. Of course Gage didn’t have one. Why the hell would the cop be prepared?

So, Travis had settled back into Gage’s truck, painstakingly aware of the fact that Kylie wasn’t wearing a bra. Nope, she’d refused to put it back on because it was wet, she’d said. Right. She was just trying to push him right off the ledge and into crazy town. The lust was driving him mad.

But, the good thing, she didn’t seem at all nervous. Funny thing because Travis was battling a rare case of nerves. Then again, they weren’t all that rare when she was around which was also amusing.

And fucking annoying.

When they’d been discussing where to go, Gage had suggested this place because it was off the beaten path and they were less likely to have visitors. Made sense. It was true, at any given time one or more of Travis’ brothers would show up at his house if they felt like it. Usually unannounced as well.

Travis took a deep breath.

He’d counted one hundred and twenty two raindrops, and he could no longer keep up because the heavens had opened up once again which meant they were going to get wet. Travis had no problem with wet actually, but this was ridiculous. Of course, it might help get Kylie out of her clothes faster.

Look at him, all optimistic and shit. Not to mention, just a little scattered. His thoughts were all over the map. Again, he blamed the fact that they were still in the truck!

“All right, what the hell are we waiting for?” he finally barked, staring across the cab at Gage still sitting behind the wheel.

“Damn, that took forever,” Gage laughed. “We were waiting to see how long you could sit there and not say anything.”

Travis glared at Gage, resisting the urge to flip him off. Only because Kylie was there.

“He’s kidding,” Kylie said, putting her hand on his arm. Travis glanced down to see he’d fisted his hands in his lap. “Since you apparently weren’t listening, we were just discussing whether we should go to Gage’s other house. There’s no furniture here.”

“Fuck furniture. The floor will do,” Travis bit out. “Let’s go.” With that, he pushed the door open and hopped out. When it was evident that Kylie wasn’t following him, he shut the door behind him and headed up onto the wrap around porch.

Fan-fucking-tastic. It was a proven fact that these damned covered porches did nothing to protect anyone from rain… when it was coming down sideways.

A few minutes later, Kylie and Gage came bounding up the steps, hand in hand, and Gage was carrying a large duffel bag over his shoulder. They were laughing. Travis would be too if his fucking balls hadn’t turned blue – twice over. Shit, they were bordering more on purple now.

A bolt of lightning shot down from the sky, brightening the world as though the sun was beaming directly down on them. The clap of thunder came less than ten seconds later which meant the storm was upon them again. Kylie jumped, and Travis grabbed her, pulling her against his side, shielding her from the rain as best he could while Gage unlocked the door.

If he’d been edgy earlier, he was damn near chiseled to a fine point now. Due to his short supply of patience, he wasn’t handling all this wasting time well. He had good reason though. At least he thought it was a good reason. When Gage had called a halt to their fooling around, Travis had been hanging by a thread – a thin, frayed, ready-to-snap-in-two thread. He hadn’t argued either. He thought he’d handled himself fairly well up until this point.

He wasn’t making any promises once they walked through that door though.

Travis was once again questioning Gage’s reason for coming there as soon as the first light came on inside. There was nothing but wood as far as the eye could see. Not a lick of furniture to prevent the eye from traveling all the way to the opposite side of the room. Kylie wasn’t kidding, was she?

Oh, wait. He was wrong. There was some furniture. It was… well, it looked like a couch, but then again, it didn’t. More like an oversized chair. Two people could possibly sit on it, but not comfortably. And Travis had to wonder how Gage figured this was any better than having sex in the front seat of his truck.

Gage dropped his duffel onto the floor in front of the chair/couch and then he and Kylie disappeared into the other room. Travis had no idea where they were going, but he damn sure wasn’t interested in studying what type of hardwood they’d used to panel the walls in this place. Seriously. Wood paneling? Shit. Did Kylie even realize what she was up against if she chose to fix this place?

Pushing through the swinging door – yes, he learned the hard way when the damn thing hit him in the ass as soon as he stepped into the room – Travis found himself standing in the kitchen. As were Gage and Kylie.

Ok, now he was almost certain they were testing him.

Despite how crude the idea was, Travis couldn’t deny wanting to get hot and sweaty with Gage and Kylie right now. And truthfully, he didn’t give a shit if it was on the floor or against the wall. (There was wood on both, so the risk of splinters was the same)