Nicole Edwards - Travis

So what was her problem? Well, aside from the fact that she wanted them to turn that intensity on her. Desperately. Was there room for her in this? Or was it one of those right place right time scenarios and these men, who were so interested in having a threesome as they refer to it, were including her because it was convenient.

Ok, so she was overthinking this.

“Damn it,” she whispered in the dimly lit bathroom, lifting her head to glance around.

All sorts of erotic images danced through her head as she looked over at the shower. This was an old house, and the shower was small, barely large enough for two people, much less two gigantic men. But that didn’t stop her from fantasizing about what it would be like to have both of them naked in that shower.

She was reading too much. Maybe she should try a different genre for a change. Romantic suspense or something like that. Hell, maybe a good murder mystery would do her some good because the fleeting thoughts of what it would feel like to be plastered against Travis’ body while Gage stood in front of her, doing all of those wicked things with his tongue…

Holy shit.

Taking a deep breath, Kylie contemplated getting up, but she couldn’t find the energy to move.

What were they doing now? It was clear she’d interrupted a rather intimate moment between the two men. Were they still kissing? Oh, man. The thought sent a lightning streak of sensation straight to her clit.

Scrubbing a hand over her face, Kylie tried to erase the thoughts. She needed to take a shower. A really cold one. Maybe that would clear some of the cobwebs from the logical part of her brain, and she’d stop thinking with her…

A strangled chuckle escaped. Was she really sitting there thinking about sex? The idea amused her. Granted, she was downright intimate with her vibrator these days, but other than her battery operated boyfriend, Kylie was lacking anything promising in her life. At least when it came to sex. She’d been engulfed by a big fat dry spell.

Until recently.

And technically, this could be an end to that, couldn’t it? Maybe a few romps together, some nights spent rolling around in the sheets with two sexy cowboys… The idea had merit.

“Get it together, Prescott. You don’t know what you’re asking for.” She said the words out loud, but it didn’t help. She could try to talk herself out of this for the next three hours, and it wouldn’t matter.

It wouldn’t do a damn bit of good either.

Kylie wanted what they’d started in the truck earlier. She even wanted what they’d started in the kitchen without her.

And she wanted to be the filling in that sandwich, dammit.

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Travis moved with purpose. Somehow he managed to pull himself away from Gage and move up the stairs. He couldn’t help but wonder what the hell was going through Kylie’s mind. He had an idea. Or at least he thought he did.

Up until the moment in his truck when Kylie had ground her perfect hips, forcing her clit to rub against his straining cock until she came, or in Gage’s truck when Travis had pulled her shirt off, baring her beautiful body to both of them, he’d thought he knew what Kylie wanted from him which equaled a whole hell of a lot of nothing.

He also thought he had pegged her years ago as being a one man woman. Literally. Now, he was questioning quite a bit of his logic. But there was one thing he was absolutely certain of, he was going to implode if they kept this up. These back and forth emotions were wearing on him, tearing at his resolve and Travis had a feeling he was going to crack.

It took him a minute or two to maneuver through all of the empty rooms on the second floor before he found the one with the closed door. He didn’t hear any movement on the other side, but he knew that’s where Kylie was. It was the only room with a light on, and she was nowhere to be found.

Tapping on the door with the tips of his fingers, Travis called out to her, “Kylie, come out here.”

Barging in would’ve been his usual M.O. but Travis was feeling somewhat generous today. Ok, that was a bold faced lie. He didn’t want to barge in because the last thing he wanted to do was piss her off. Although he wasn’t sure that ordering her around was in his best interest either, but it was undoubtedly the lesser of two evils.

Almost a minute passed before the door creaked open and Kylie stood before him, looking like an angel even with her disheveled hair and her wrinkled shirt. Or maybe because of her unkempt appearance, he wasn’t sure. She was so beautiful, it wouldn’t matter what she wore or how her hair looked. Travis would still be awed by the sight of her.

Keeping his tone firm, he said, “Come here.”

She paused only briefly before she stepped out of what appeared to be a bathroom and into the room he was in. He’d like to assume it was a bedroom, but since it was lacking a bed, to him it was just a room. With a floor. And a hot woman. Who was looking at him like…

Without thinking, because she interrupted his thought processes when she was near, Travis reached for her. Much to his relief, she practically fell into his arms as he pulled her against him. He wasn’t sure whether she was angry, upset, or confused, but it didn’t matter as long as he could hold her in his arms.

When she leaned back, he half expected her to lay into him for what she’d seen in the kitchen. What he didn’t expect was for her to push up on her toes and kiss him senseless. The insistent press of her lips against his got his blood pumping, and every drop headed right back to his dick where it had spent most of the day thanks to Kylie and Gage.

He’d like to conclude by the way she was kissing him that she wasn’t mad. Then again, angry sex could be hot as hell…

No. no angry sex. Just sex. Good old fashioned sex.

Shit. He had to stop thinking with his dick. At least for five minutes. That would be five times longer than he’d ever managed before, but…

When she looked back up at him, it was only to ask him where Gage was, but before Travis could answer, the man was walking through the door. His movements were tentative initially, but something in Kylie’s body language must’ve settled him because he was up against her in seconds.

Oh.

Fuck.

If he took the best feeling he’d ever had and multiplied it by a zillion, he still wouldn’t come up with what he was feeling right then.

Kylie’s much smaller body was pressed between them both, Travis against her chest, Gage at her back and the sudden longing to take a minute, strip, and then start over again was rather intense.

“Do you still want this?” Kylie surprised him with her question, but he answered her anyway.

“I’ve always wanted this, baby.”

“With me?”

Why she sounded so uncertain he didn’t know. Maybe seeing him and Gage in the kitchen had given her the impression that there wasn’t room for her in this, but that was obviously not the case.

Although he was still a little nervous about whether Kylie knew what she wanted, he was quite confident that, for the first time in his life, he’d found a man who wanted the same thing he did. And it just so turned out that they both wanted her.

“I’ve never wanted anything more,” he whispered as he pressed his lips to hers. She was pliant in his arms, her soft curves molded to his body, making him yearn to get this moving along.

In his defense, his dick had been playing inflate/deflate for the better part of the day. And the damn thing was tired.

“I don’t know how this works,” she admitted, continuing to deliver small kisses against his mouth. “But I want to find out.”

Hot damn!

Travis looked over her head at Gage and waited for a signal. As much as he wanted this, he needed them to all be on the same page. A curt nod was all he received, but then there was a devilish smile that came right on its heels.

“Let’s move this to the shower,” Kylie suggested.

And the woman said she didn’t know how this worked.

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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.