Nicole Edwards - Travis

“Oh…”

A bead of precum pooled on the head of Travis’ cock, and he realized he was stroking in earnest now, but he was too focused on Gage’s sensual invasion that he hadn’t even noticed.

The rumble that tore up from Travis’ chest was more than he could control, and he growled into the sex scented air, unsure why he’d thought this was a good idea. That’s when Gage stopped, pulling his fingers from her and standing to his full height.

“Don’t move from that position.”

Travis knew Kylie was probably as uncomfortable as she looked laid out on the hard wooden table, her shoulder blades pressing into the wood as her back bowed, the obvious tension in her body pulling her tighter. Gage didn’t make her wait long as he shed his jeans, dropping them to the floor before slipping on a condom he must’ve had in his pocket. When he was sheathed, Gage leaned over Kylie, bracing his hands beside her head.

Shit, Travis hoped like hell that table could hold them both.

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Gage couldn’t take anymore. Kylie’s response to his teasing had nearly shattered him, and now his cock had taken on a life of its own. He needed to be inside of her, and he couldn’t wait a second longer.

Freeing a condom from his pocket, Gage managed to get himself sheathed as he pushed his jeans over his hips. As soon as his jeans fell to the floor, he leaned over, placing his hands beside her head to hold himself. Spreading his legs out behind him, Gage had to angle his body in a push up position so that he didn’t have to make her move. He wasn’t sure he’d be able to hold out any longer.

“Put your legs around me,” he told her as his cock found the tight, wet entrance to her pussy. The time for more teasing wasn’t now, and Gage eased into the molten hot depths of Kylie’s body.

His arm muscles screamed as he held up his own weight, his hips flexing, his cock gliding in deep, retreating. Fuck she felt so damn good. He pounded into her, his brain no longer in control, because the vice-like grip of her cunt was too damn good. Her body bucked again, her arms flat on the table, her fingers gripping the edge as though that would keep her from coming up off of it.

“That’s it, baby,” he encouraged Kylie as she began to moan louder, her hips lifted off the table as she forced herself against him.

“Fuck me, Gage. Fuck me harder,” Kylie begged, her head tilted back, her neck exposed. Despite the fire burning through his limbs as he held himself over her, he did as she requested, slamming his hips forward, lunging deeper and deeper inside of her with every punishing stroke.

God, please don’t let the table break.

“Please let me come!” Kylie screamed the words, her head turning to look at Travis who was now standing beside them, stroking his cock vigorously.

“Come for us, Kylie. You’re so beautiful when you come,” Travis told her.

Her head thrashed on the table as her muscles locked, her legs clasping around his hips, her heels digging into the small of his back as Gage slammed into her once, twice. On the third time, his release barreled through him, and he came with a vengeance.

Neither of them moved until Travis stopped stroking himself.

Now that Gage was somewhat coherent, he looked down at the table and wondered how the fuck the thing had managed to hold his body weight. With shaking legs, he pushed himself to his feet, holding out a hand to help her up. Kylie didn’t take the proffered hand, she shook her head back and forth, a brilliant smile on her face.

“You didn’t come,” Kylie told Travis as she lay limp against the table watching him as he dropped to the couch beside her.

“Not yet. I don’t think my legs will work.”

He was once again stroking his substantial erection with one strong hand as he kept his eyes locked on Kylie’s prone form. His breaths were soughing in and out of his lungs. He looked like he was in pain.

Kylie must’ve noticed too because she slowly eased up until she was sitting on the table, directly between Travis’ legs. Confidently, she fell to her knees in front of him, replacing Travis’ hand with her own, stroking him as Gage watched from the sidelines.

“Get up here,” Travis commanded and Kylie complied quickly as Gage fed his own carnality by observing. “Ride my cock,” he told her.

“Condom?” Kylie asked, not moving from between his legs.

Travis looked up at Gage as though he could miraculously produce a condom. That’s when he remembered he did have another – he’d been prepared for anything – in the pocket of his discarded jeans. Rummaging through them on the floor, he pulled it out and tossed it toward Travis.

“Put it on me.”

Travis’ eyes were hooded, his chest glistening with sweat, the spattering of fine, dark hair that trailed down from his navel sparkled with perspiration as did the taut skin over his pecs. His abs were flexed, lines of dense muscle contracting as he shifted.

With deft fingers, Kylie did as Travis instructed and then she gracefully straddled his lap. In order to give his body a break, Gage moved around to the opposite side of the couch, dropping boneless beside them so he’d have a better view.

“Oh, fuck,” Gage breathed out the words as Kylie impaled herself on Travis’ rigid cock in one quick motion, Travis’ sudden gasp evidence that it felt as amazing as it looked.

“Baby,” Travis groaned, his neck straining as he swallowed hard. “Kylie. Baby. Ride me.”

The desperation in his tone made Gage’s groin tighten. Travis was hanging on by a flimsy grip, and Gage was more than ready to watch Kylie send him plummeting into paradise.

“That’s it. Just like that.” Travis tossed his head back on the couch, his neck muscles standing out in stark relief, his jaw clamped tightly. Gage could see how rigid he was, forcing himself to stay still as Kylie took her pleasure, grinding her pelvis downward, raising up until her puckered nipples slid down Travis’ chest.

Gage angled toward them, raising his hand to Travis’ face and urging him to face him. When he did, Gage closed his mouth down over Travis’, tasting the passion and need that the man had only recently unleashed.

“Kylie, God, baby,” Travis groaned when he pulled away from Gage’s mouth. “You’re so fucking sweet. Oh, yes. Clamp your pussy around me. Milk me.”

Kylie’s breaths became choppier, more urgent as she hurried her pace, dropping down on Travis’ cock like she’d been born to please him. “Come for me, Travis. Look me in the eyes when you come. I want to see exactly what I do to you.”

Travis’ head jerked toward her, his body tensing as he locked eyes with her and Gage once again, a voyeur who was just as much affected by their intimate interaction as they were. When Kylie reached down and grabbed his hand, her fingers twining with his as she did the same to Travis, Gage lost his breath. It was almost as though she were grounding herself, reassuring herself that he was right there with them.

“Come for me, Travis. Right… now.” Kylie didn’t look away, but her hand squeezed Gage’s painfully, her thigh muscles straining as she came, Travis’ doing the exact same.

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“I know for a fact you don’t have anything you can lay into me for,” Zane said the moment he walked through the door of Walker Demo. Never mind the fact he was grinning like a fool as the words tumbled out of his mouth.

Travis laughed.

“Oh, fuck.” Zane stopped after two steps, eyes wide, hand going to his chest. “It’s getting worse.” Zane said, looking shocked and entirely too serious.

“I know, right,” Sawyer chimed in. “I think we’re gonna have to get him to the doctor. Second time he’s laughed in the last hour. I’m thinking it’s food poisoning.”

“Fuck off. Both of you,” Travis retorted with a grin.

Ok, so maybe he was acting strange. Even he had noticed that the smiles seemed to be at the ready, and he was feeling lighter, like that eighteen wheeler sized weight wasn’t sitting on his chest anymore.

“See, now that’s better.” Zane grinned as he grabbed a spare chair and flipped it around before straddling it. “What’s up, boss man?”

Travis held out hope. Maybe, just maybe, they’d leave him alone now that they’d gotten their jabs in.

Staring back at his brothers, he jumped right into the reason he’d called them in that morning. The only reason he wasn’t still in bed with Kylie and Gage. “I wanted to make sure you guys knew the GC said they should be ready for a final walk through for the clubs in three weeks.”

“Already? Holy shit that was fast.”

“That doesn’t mean we don’t have a lot of work ahead of us. We’re just moving to a different phase,” Travis told him.

“Got it, but still. I wasn’t expecting them to be finished for at least a month or two. They’re kicking ass.”

That was an understatement. Travis fully expected the resort to be open at the first of the year, but at this rate, they might be a month early. According to the general contractor, the fact that they opted for the individual bungalows had sped up progress significantly. Probably one of the only design modifications Travis made that hadn’t sent the guy hovering on the edge of a coronary. After some lengthy discussions, Travis ended up sticking with the original hotel plans, except he modified them to downsize slightly. It was Travis’ only option for adding the additional bungalows he wanted.

“Are we good with names for the clubs then?” Zane asked, glancing back and forth between Travis and Sawyer.

“Hell yes. Shit, please don’t ask me to come up with something else because I’m not sure I’ve got enough brain power to handle that task again.”