Nicole Edwards - Travis

“Just like that?”

Another pause.

“I need more coffee,” Kylie said, her voice laced with sadness. Travis’ heart clinched in his chest.

“Not yet. Keep going,” Jess urged sympathetically. “Come on, Ky, you need to tell this story. You know you do.”

Another pause.

With more conviction in her tone, Kylie continued, “The short version is, he said he was sorry, said he didn’t mean to hurt me but that I’d be better off without him.”

“No reason whatsoever?” Jessie’s incredulity was palpable. She sounded ready to cut Travis’ balls off and make a necklace out of them.

“None that made sense, no.”

“So why are you and him together now?”

Travis sucked in a breath. This was the moment of truth, and he wasn’t sure he wanted to hear what she was about to say.

“It was an accident that we ran into one another again. I was so shocked when I saw him that I filed for divorce, and it wasn’t until after I delivered them to him that we started talking.”

“From what I saw this morning, it looks like the two,” cough, “or three,” cough, “of you are doing more than talking.”

“Oh, shut it.”

So Jessie did know he was there. And Gage.

A small smile tipped his lips. Travis expected Kylie to get defensive, try to explain away why there were two men in her bed. From the sound of it, she was hoping the subject would drop. He figured he could help her out a bit.

Stepping into the living room as though he were supposed to be there barefoot and shirtless, Travis walked up behind the couch Kylie was sitting on, leaned over and kissed her. Right on the mouth. Her shocked gasp got his pulse kicking furiously.

Standing back to his full height, he smiled at Jessie. “Mornin’. I was lookin’ for my shirt. Now that I found it, I think I’ll steal some coffee.” Looking back at Kylie, he added, “If you don’t mind.”

The dazzling smile on her face made his heart trip all over itself as he headed to the kitchen. Ok, this was bordering on eerie.

Not necessarily that Kylie was talking to her sister or wearing his shirt or that Travis was getting coffee from her coffee maker after having spent the night in her bed. No, that was all reasonable.

The fact that he liked the shit out of it was what concerned him.

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As soon as the bedroom door clicked shut behind Travis, Gage flopped to his back and stared up at the ceiling. He had been feigning sleep for the last half hour. At least. Ever since Kylie stepped out of the room and he heard the sound of voices from the hallway. Her sister was home.

Gage wasn’t sure how she was going to handle this situation so early, especially when her sister was probably all up in her business about two men being in her bed. So far, since there didn’t seem to be any shouts or tears, he was taking it to be a good sign.

Now that Travis had disappeared as well, giving Gage a few minutes to himself, he was taking full advantage of the chance to pull himself together. For at least an hour, he’d lay in bed as soon as Travis and Kylie had fallen asleep, content just to watch the two of them. It was strange that his house had burned to ashes, everything he owned for the most part now dust, yet he felt lighter than he had in a long time.

And with Travis up and moving around, no stomping or even any mild curse words, he was feeling a tad optimistic. Didn’t mean the day would continue in that direction, but he’d give it a few minutes to see how things panned out once Travis made his presence known. If shouting matches didn’t ensue, he would gladly get out of Kylie’s warm bed and join the rest of civilization.

He was tempted to pull open the drawer in the night table beside the bed, just to get a look at the erotic collection of paraphernalia that Kylie had acquired over who knows how long. He didn’t, but the idea made him smile.

Remembering how the three of them had come together, clinging to one another as though the rest of the world were crumbling around them, yet the only thing that mattered was the three of them together had Gage’s heart thumping painfully in his chest. Having had only a couple of serious relationships in his past, Gage found himself unable to recall any of the details of those times with other people. Nothing compared to this. Nothing.

The only concern he had was that Travis seemed to be taking it in stride, and he knew for damn sure that what happened last night was not casual. The only disappointing part of the whole thing was that he was in bed alone. A repeat was certainly in order, but it seemed reality had kicked in and with Gage’s life now in shambles, he knew he needed to head back to Coyote Ridge to start working on piecing things back together.

He was pulled from his mental to-do list when the bedroom door opened, and Kylie walked in, a beautiful smile beaming right at him.

“Good morning,” she said as she made a beeline for the bed.

“Morning,” he muttered, unable to look away from her as she crawled up onto the mattress beside him, clad in Travis’ shirt. God, he hoped she didn’t have anyone on underneath that thing.

“You ok?” she asked, easing under the covers and moving up alongside him. Before he could turn and pull her into his arms, she stunned him by straddling his hips, flinging the shirt off over her head and then laying flat on his chest.

Uhh, hello. This was officially his favorite way to be greeted in the morning.

“My sister has trapped Travis in the kitchen, and she’s pelting him with questions.”

Gage grinned. “And you didn’t feel the need to rescue him?”

“Nope. Not yet. He’s a strong man. He can take it.”

“You think so?”

Kylie leaned in and pressed her lips to his and Gage began trailing his hands up and down her back. She was petal soft and so damn warm, he wanted to roll her over and…

Kylie’s hips shifted, and he’d be damned if he didn’t almost surge right up inside of her. Shaking his head, he tried to clear the instant lust fog that clogged his thinking processes.

Kylie laughed, a sultry, seductive sound that made his dick twitch between them.

“Hold that thought,” she whispered, leaning over him and reaching for the magic drawer of kinky toys he hoped.

“Where did you get all those things anyway?” he asked, looking over to see what she was getting.

Condom.

Oh, damn. Daayummn. Gage wasn’t sure he was breathing.

“Here and there.” Her blasé response made him laugh, as though it were perfectly normal for a woman to have a drawer full of vibrators.

The laugh died right in his throat when Kylie sat astride him, pushing the covers back until they were over the bottom of his legs only and proceeded to suit him up. His teeth clamped together as he stared down the length of his chest where her gentle fingers were rolling the latex over his steel hard cock.

“There. Better now?” she asked as she covered his body like a blanket, her mouth hovering just above his.

Hell... Fucking... Yes... “Yes.” The word came out as a croak and then he was rendered completely and utterly speechless as Kylie impaled herself on his cock. “Fucking hell.” Three syllables were more like ten by the time he got the two words out of his mouth. The only thing he could focus on was her slick heat surrounding him. Her muscles constricted, and he groaned.

“Gage?”

“Hmmm?” Opening one eye, praying that this was actually happening, and he wasn’t caught in some amazing dream, he was relieved to see she was still smiling at him.

“I’m going to fuck you now.”

He laughed at her choice of words, but as soon as her hips shifted forward, then lunged back, he was grinding his teeth together as the pleasure overwhelmed him.

Getting with the program, Gage slid his hands down and palmed her ass, pulling her toward him and then pushing her back, his cock gliding in and then out. They moved like that for long minutes, neither of them looking to rush this.

The room heated several degrees. Both from the warmth their bodies generated, as well as the morning sun slipping in through the wood blinds as the day continued to move on, seemingly oblivious to the fact that Gage wanted this moment to stand still. He did not have any desire for this to be over.

Both their heads snapped toward the door when it opened and then shut, Travis slipping inside, his eyes glued to where they lay on the bed. Gage had no idea what Travis was going to do or say and for a second, his cock considered deflating in preparation.

“Fuck, that’s hot. Don’t stop.”

They continued to watch him as he stripped out of his jeans, flipping the lock on the door before he joined them on the bed. Kylie resumed her rhythm, and Travis seemed content to watch, which only intensified the pleasure that buzzed inside of him.

Yes, he could easily get used to waking up like this.

Travis moved around behind Kylie, forcing Gage to close his legs as she continued to ride him. A strong hand came over the top of his where he was rubbing Kylie’s back, applying gentle pressure until she was laying flush on Gage’s body again, still rocking back and forth on his cock. Shit. This was going to be over fast. Especially if Travis was going to do what Gage thought he was.

And he did.

Travis propped himself up over Kylie, his chest against her back as he began pumping his hips against her bottom. “One of these days, when you’re riding Gage’s cock just like this, I’m going to slide my cock right into your ass. You’ll be full, Kylie. Both of us at the same time. Can you handle that?”