Nicole Edwards - Travis

“Such a pretty pussy,” Gage mumbled in her ear as Travis continued to finger fuck her. “I want to see you bare. I want to see every delicious inch of you.”

Locking his gaze with Travis’, Gage placed his finger and thumb on one of Kylie’s nipples, his other on her clit. The second Travis grinned, Gage pinched both simultaneously, and she screamed their names as her body shook, her release detonating and leaving her lax in his arms.

As Travis stood and reached for Kylie, he leaned in close and Gage found himself lost in the seriousness reflected in his gaze.

“If you’re even considering making this a one-time thing, you can rethink that right-fast.” Travis’ tone reflected the intensity in his seductive blue-gray eyes and Gage felt an answering surge of emotion deep inside of him.

Travis broke eye contact and then leaned down to Kylie’s ear, whispering as he held her closer, “I could easily get used to feeling you come, the way you grip my fingers. It makes me want to bury my cock deep inside of you while your pussy milks me.”

Another shudder moved through her, and Gage knew they had to give her a minute to come back down to earth.

“I don’t know if I can move,” she whispered. “That was incredible.”

“Darlin’, that was only the beginning,” Travis said as he once again met Gage’s stare.

Gage didn’t look away. He was more than willing to see just how far Travis was going to take this. Hell, if he had his way, the man would never be able to push far enough.

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Kylie’s entire body was humming. And not some gentle vibration either. No, this was more of a tremor or a quake. Yes, definitely a quake. One that would challenge the measuring limitations of the Richter Scale.

She wasn’t sure her skin was going to contain the need that throbbed from the center of her body and radiated outward in seismic waves that had her knees shaking. Even after two of the most explosive orgasms she’d ever experienced, Kylie was ready for more.

Unfortunately, they had a couple of issues that she didn’t see them being able to overcome. One being there wasn’t any furniture and as anxious as she was, Kylie wasn’t sure she wanted to test the comfort level of the floor. Since standing was no longer an option because her thigh muscles were beginning to ache as it was, she didn’t know how they’d overcome that one.

And two, if she wasn’t just imagining it, then Gage and Travis managed to reduce the heat on the rapid boil. Things were simmering down, which wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. Sure, she wanted to tell them to throw caution to the wind, but the practical part of her brain was flashing bright red lights repeatedly and throwing down the guardrail that would ultimately protect her from getting in any deeper than she already was.

For the time being anyway.

That didn’t mean she hadn’t enjoyed the sweet, loving way they’d taken care of her after Travis sent her into orbit with just his fingers. Kylie didn’t think she could handle an orgasm more powerful than the last one, especially not right now. Now that she was clean, thanks to the tender ministrations by both men, using the body wash Gage had supplied her with earlier – which she loved because now her skin smelled like him – her hands were beginning to prune and her knees were a minute or two away from knocking together. A bed sounded so good, but again, they were limited on furniture which meant sleep wasn’t scheduled for the near future.

So, Kylie found herself taking a cue from both of them, turning down the dial on her internal thermostat for the time being. This was her first rodeo so to speak, and she had no idea what to expect next, so she wanted to be prepared.

Now that they were on dry land once again, Kylie was beginning to shiver from the chill in the air. A couple of times, she thought they were going to lose electricity, and the logical part of her brain told her they needed to get out of the shower because that was the last place they should be in an electrical storm, but she had barely been able to remember her own name, much less something as trivial as safety during a storm.

“Here, use my shirt to dry off. It’s mostly dry now. Then put Gage’s on,” Travis instructed, handing her the shirt he had removed earlier, while Gage grabbed something from the duffel bag he’d brought upstairs. Two more shirts appeared and Gage handed a spare to Travis.

Kylie didn’t argue. She wasn’t so sure she’d be able to speak if she tried. Especially now that she was staring at a gloriously naked Gage and Travis standing in the small bathroom, not two feet away. She let her eyes feast on one, then the other, not caring whether they caught her ogling them.

It was hard to ignore all of the powerful muscles and golden brown skin that made up the most striking male bodies she’d ever had the pleasure of laying her eyes on. Times like this, she wished she had a photographic memory – or even a camera would do – so that she could have something to refer to later. Not that either man would approve of her snapping a pic of them naked.

Glancing over at Travis, Kylie bit her lower lip as she visually molested him. His whole body was hard, including a part of him that she was eager to get her hands on again, although he had thwarted that attempt once already. Until she could get some strength back in her limbs, she wasn’t going to try either, although she was pretty sure touching him would be enough to revive her.

The ringing of what sounded like a cell phone drew their attention to the pile of stuff on the floor. As Gage reached down, retrieving the phone from his jeans, he looked back at her and then Travis as though seeking their permission to take the call.

“It’s fine. I could use a couple of minutes alone anyway,” Kylie told him and then glanced over at Travis.

She wasn’t lying. She could use a few minutes alone to get her brain cells realigned.

Gage nodded his head, flung his duffel bag over his shoulder as he hit a button on the phone and put it to his ear. Without haste, he disappeared out of the bathroom buck naked. An equally naked Travis wasn’t far behind him. Kylie fought the urge to follow them around the corner just to watch their perfectly shaped asses as they walked away. She bit her tongue instead and shut the bathroom door.

After she snuck one more peek.

Once she was alone, the walls seemed to close in on her. “What have you done? What have you done?”

The woman staring back in the mirror did not look even remotely familiar. Her skin was flush, her eyes entirely too bright, her lips were swollen and was that… Yes. It most certainly was. Right there on her neck was a hickey. She stared at the mark as she giggled. Was it odd that she liked the idea of Travis or Gage marking her like that?

Kylie proceeded to wipe the water from her arms and legs using the t-shirt Travis had supplied her with. When she was drying her neck and shoulders, Travis’ distinct smell wafted to her nose and she paused, pressing her face into the shirt. It smelled like him. Never having stolen anything in her life, she suddenly wanted to stash the shirt somewhere so she could take it with her later.

She was pretty sure it was safe to say that Travis still had a firm grip on her heart. Even just the small distance between them now – he downstairs, her up – she wanted to find her way right back into his arms. She wanted to run down the stairs and tackle him right in the middle of the living room.

With so many years making the memories of the intimate moments she’d shared with Travis hazy, Kylie was hoping to make up for lost time. The man had a body to die for and a tongue that could make her see stars and Kylie wasn’t opposed to overindulging for a little while. She felt like she’d spent a decade denying herself chocolate to suddenly be dipped into a vat of it and told to restrain herself. Right. Like that was ever going to happen.

And if Travis was chocolate, then Gage was… donuts. Yes, sweet, flaky donuts. And the only thing better than donuts and chocolate was… well, donuts covered in chocolate.

Kylie sighed, glimpsing the woman in the mirror once again. She was smiling. From ear to ear.

By the time she was finally dry, Kylie realized her clothes weren’t in the bathroom. She turned in a full circle as though they might just magically appear, but they didn’t. She retrieved the shirt Gage had left behind for her and pulled it on over her head. Another sexy masculine scent soothed her, this one coming from Gage’s shirt.

The sudden pounding on the door startled her. She shrieked and had to take a second to kick start her heart once again. When the dizzy feeling subsided, she pulled the door open and smiled up at Gage.

Only he wasn’t smiling back.

“Is everything ok?”

“Probably not. I’ve got to go, and I’ve got to go right now. Either you’re coming with me, or you can sit tight until I get back.”

As much as she would love to be stranded in his magnificent house, having unlimited time to explore the beautiful details, Kylie didn’t want to be there without him. There was no furniture, probably no food in the refrigerator, so… Definitely an easy decision.

“I’m coming with. Give me one minute to get dressed.”

When he turned to go, Kylie snuck over and grabbed her clothes from the middle of the bedroom floor and then disappeared back inside. Panties and shorts came on, but her bra was still in Gage’s truck – she hoped – so she had to settle for feeling relatively naked. Considering his shirt hung almost to her knees, she looked as underdressed as she felt.