Nicole Edwards - Travis

Movement across the room caught Travis’ attention, and he turned to see the group on the couch. A beautiful woman with long, black hair and creamy, dark skin stripped completely naked at the command of the enormous, linebacker-sized man sitting at one end of the couch.

I want to fuck you like an animal.

They didn’t seem to be part of the group that was already there, but it looked like the twosome was looking to rectify that situation. It was the type of activity that usually took place in the playroom. The motto seemed to lean toward “the more the merrier”.

You bring me closer to God.

Travis continued to divide his attention between the pulsing beat of the song, the attractive couple on the couch, and the pale red head on the other side of the room. Such a contrast, yet here in this place, everyone was exactly the same, wanting only one thing: pleasure.

As it should be.

I want to fuck you like an animal.

Tag must’ve sensed his presence because the hair on the back of his neck prickled and when he looked up into those intense green eyes peering at him from several feet away, he couldn’t help but smile. A barely perceptible nod was obviously the man’s way of acknowledging that this was going to happen. Travis was not complaining, that was for sure. Three hours were a long fucking time to drive only to end up disappointed at the end of the night.

As far as Travis was concerned, the party was just about to get started.

It didn’t take long for the room to heat several degrees and more clothes to disappear. The group in the corner was by far the boldest in the room: three women standing behind the couch with three men sitting side by side in front of them. One man knelt on the floor at their feet, servicing each of them in turn. If he had to guess, based on the slight discomfort on the faces of all three men, they were straight as an arrow. That didn’t mean they weren’t enjoying the fuck out of being blown by a dude. Not that they would admit as much, but in the same sense, not one of them seemed to be pulling away.

A blaze of lust splintered in Travis’ bloodstream as he blatantly watched the display. A sudden vision took root in his brain, and he was no longer seeing the group but rather Gage on his knees, his lips wrapped tightly around Travis’ throbbing cock while Kylie stood behind him, her hands wrapped around him as she watched.

His cock twitched, and he forced himself back to the present. It wasn’t the first time he’d had random thoughts that involved the two of them. At least not since he saw them at Kaleb’s.

Realizing he needed to get his head back on his shoulders and not off in dream land, Travis turned his attention to McKenna who was standing just a foot away. In the last few minutes, Tag got a little bolder with his movements and his brawny hands were now cupping McKenna’s beautiful breasts, her silk blouse riding up high on her chest, the black lace of her demi bra peeking between Tag’s splayed fingers.

Nine Inch Nails morphed into Kings of Leon as Sex on Fire queued up. Well, at least someone was on their game. If nothing else, the music was going to inspire some of the folks tonight. Travis wondered whether that’s what spurred Tag to get a little reckless with his hands. Again, Travis wasn’t complaining because the passion on McKenna’s face was a fucking turn on.

Moving in closer, Travis kept his eyes focused on Tag’s hands and the rise and fall of McKenna’s chest as she squirmed and moaned beneath his touch.

“You looking for an audience or participation?”

When McKenna’s exotic eyes met his, Travis didn’t need to hear her answer. But he wanted to.

Her breaths were coming hard and fast, and Tag’s cardiovascular system seemed to be getting a workout as well, although the tough, powerful man was playing it off as his hands firmly kneaded McKenna’s soft, plump tits.

“Answer me, McKenna,” Travis demanded, wanting to ensure she realized he wasn’t here to play games.

Either this was on or it was off. At this point, it didn’t make a damned bit of difference to him because the room was full of possibilities. Not that he was particularly interested, but Travis knew he could easily find the satisfaction he was looking for. In another five minutes, he’d be committed, and he didn’t want any lingering doubts in McKenna’s mind.

“Both?” The single word came off as a question and Travis purposely took one step back.

“Either you’re sure or you’re not. I need to know. Do you want me to watch? Or do you want me to touch you?”

McKenna’s eyes slid closed as Tag growled low in her ear, his approval evident. The lawyer might be all tough when he had to be, but he was quickly caving to the possibility of where this was going to go.

“Touch me,” she moaned, opening her eyes and meeting his stare once more.

Moving closer, Travis eliminated what little space had been between them as he met Tag’s gaze just over McKenna’s shoulder. He wasn’t sure what the parameters of this little sexcapade were, and he needed the limits defined before he touched her.

“Can I kiss you, McKenna?” Travis asked as he darted his eyes back and forth over each of their faces. He wanted permission from both of them.

Tag’s subtle nod was the first, followed by McKenna’s breathless “yes” that followed.

With very little gap between them, Travis leaned in, trapping Tag’s hands between his body and McKenna’s as he tilted his head, allowing his lips to hover over hers.

“Do you want this show to go on right here? Or do you want to take this somewhere a little more private?” Travis knew this was a monumental step for the couple. And being out in the open like this, he expected them both to be a little more daring, but he wasn’t interested in them doing this because they thought someone was watching. He wanted them doing this because they wanted to. Less of a chance for any regrets later on.

“Privacy would be nice,” McKenna admitted, her labored breaths fluttering against his lips.

Damn, he wanted to kiss her if for nothing else than to ensure his mind didn’t start to wander down paths he had no desire to travel. He just wondered if he was going to have to keep his eyes open so he didn’t try to imagine that the lips he was going to kiss belonged to a little caramel haired goddess who had the ability to level him flat with just a smile.

“Lead the way,” Travis told her and committed himself to what would happen next. No matter what that might be.

At least for the next hour, he wouldn’t need to think.

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Gage wasn’t quite sure what the hell he was doing. He’d somehow managed to evade everything pertinent in his life for the last few days and yet here he was, waltzing into Club Destiny like his life wasn’t upside down and sideways. It was Tuesday, and he was looking for a way to numb his mind for a little while. At this point, he didn’t even care how he managed to do that, so the club seemed like the perfect answer.

It also gave him a chance to be someone that he wasn’t for a little while. Here, in this place, he wasn’t Gage Matthews. No, here he was Chance Reed and that little bit of anonymity was exactly what he needed. In his humble opinion, Chance wasn’t nearly as big of an asshole as Gage was.

He laughed out loud, ignoring the people who looked at him sideways. Yes, if they thought laughing out loud at yourself was awkward, what would they think if they found out he was referring to himself as two different people?

Dropping onto an empty stool at the bar, he waited for the bartender to make her way around to him. When she did, he ordered a double scotch on the rocks and waited patiently. Keeping his head down, Gage wasn’t interested in seeing what was playing out around him. Between the music and the laughter, he knew it wasn’t anything that would interest him in the least. He couldn’t even bring himself to smile, much less laugh these days.

He had royally fucked up, and now he was paying the price. Kaleb was more than pissed at him, and he couldn’t say he blamed the guy. The woman he’d been courting for the last couple of months wouldn’t even answer the phone when he called. And then there was Travis, and quite frankly, Gage didn’t even allow himself to think about him. Nothing good was going to come out of it if he did.

The satisfaction of seeing Travis’ stunned expression when he laid eyes on Kylie – his wife for the last ten years – never came to fruition. In fact, the horror of what Gage had done hit him so hard, he’d buried himself in a bottle of Jack that night all alone at the monstrous, empty farmhouse. As soon as he managed to sleep off the hangover from hell on an uncomfortably small couch, Gage had split. For two days, he drove the open road, never having a single destination in mind but somehow he’d ended up here. In Dallas.

When his drink was placed in front of him, Gage mumbled his thanks and wrapped his hands around the cool, clear glass. Without thinking, he quickly downed the liquid, reveling in the burn that lit up his chest and the heat that filled his sinuses. Lifting the empty glass to signal another, he waited patiently for the bartender to return. They played that little game for nearly an hour before Gage realized he was suddenly feeling no pain.

“You going upstairs tonight?”

The question pulled Gage from his drunken stupor, and he looked up to see Kane Steele wavering in front of him, a crisp white towel sliding back and forth across the bar top in front of his face. Wait, maybe Kane wasn’t the one moving. It very well could be him, Gage thought to himself.