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.

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.

Chapter Twenty Four.

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 naive 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.

When Gage's mouth brushed against her ear, some of her nerve faltered, but the warmth of his breath encouraged her.

What was she thinking about again?

"I'm not sure there's enough room in that bathroom for us to undress," Gage murmured against her ear. "I think we should get started right here."

Eh, thinking was way overrated anyway.

She was fully onboard with naked though. Naked was good.

Kylie might question the logistics of how this would work with twice as many arms and legs and... Yeah, well, twice as many everything but she understood the concept. Foreign or not, it was like her body knew that it should be primed and ready to accept them both at the same time. And it was.

Because they both seemed so reluctant kind of like they were worried she was made of glass and would shatter if they moved too fast Kylie took the initiative and slid her hands underneath Travis' shirt, quickly pushing it up and forcing him to finish the job and pull it over his head.

"I've never done this before," she admitted, wanting to make sure they understood she needed their reassurance even if she wanted this more than anything.

The devilish smirk that tilted Travis' delectable lips had Kylie's girl parts dancing.

Despite the smile on his face, Kylie could sense the tension in his body. Playfully, she smacked his chest. "Travis Walker, you know I'm not a virgin."

His sexy chuckle, combined with the feel of Gage's lips against her ear, sent an army of butterflies spiraling around her tummy. Travis wouldn't need to be reminded that she wasn't a virgin because he just so happened to be the man who took her virginity all those years ago.

"I need you to understand something," Travis said suddenly serious, belying the tentative smile he gave her at her attempted humor.

Kylie nodded, unable to form words as she waited for him to share whatever was on his mind.

"I've always loved you. I don't ever want you to think that it wasn't enough. It's just that..."

She noticed the instant Gage took a step back, as though Travis' words had sucker punched him. Kylie was unable to reassure him because she was holding her breath, the word "love" triggering her heart to do somersaults in her chest.

"I didn't want to hurt you then, and I don't want to hurt you now. Whatever happens... between you and me or me and Gage, I need you to know..."

What?!? Kylie wanted to scream the question, but she knew Travis couldn't be rushed. She focused on remaining motionless, trying not to pull his head down so she could lose herself in his kiss, which would've been so much easier than being put back into the emotional blender.

"I don't think I can walk away again," Travis whispered, and Kylie's eyes filled with tears.

The sincerity in his tone had her heart pounding harder.

Then he looked up, over her head and said, "And no matter what you think about me, this isn't casual."

There was a pause and then Gage's body heat was once again toasty and reassuring against her back.

"Never thought it was," came the reply over her shoulder.

"Liar." And finally, a brilliant, panty melting smile tipped Travis' lips and Kylie knew she was a goner.

Jeezus. Grabbing the back of his head, Kylie pulled him closer, brushing her lips against his. She knew there weren't any guarantees, but she clung to the little hope deep inside. She no longer feared that she would fall in love with both of them because she was pretty sure she already was, and they hadn't even taken that first step yet.

There was a small but persistent voice in the back of her mind questioning her sanity, but she ignored it, wanting to finally take a break from all of the thinking. If she could just close her eyes and lose herself, she might have a chance at figuring out what it was she needed.

The kiss morphed into something hotter as Travis took the lead, owning the kiss, owning her. She started to put her arms around his neck, but then hands were lifting her shirt, forcing her to pry her lips from Travis' momentarily. Then she was almost naked, and Gage was pressing up against her again and this time she felt him. Skin to skin.

Somewhere along the way he obviously lost his shirt and the heat of his body infused her tenfold, causing her to lean into his warmth as he reached around, his hands cupping her breasts and causing her to drop her head back against his chest. The only thing that would be better was if she could see him. Admire his perfect body.

Mmmm.

Ok, maybe looking wasn't better than what he was doing with those nimble fingers, but...

While Gage's hands caused her heart rate to soar, she took the time to admire the way Travis' tan skin glistened in the dim light of the room, his muscles tense and gloriously defined. His chest was still just as broad, his waist just as narrow, his abs just as defined with lines and ridges that made her want to run her tongue through all of the dips and valleys just so she could remember what he tasted like.

Before she could do anything of the sort, Travis dropped to his knees in front of her, his knuckles scraping against her belly as he worked the button loose on her shorts. There was absolutely no room for her usual self-consciousness because the hunger in Travis' smoky blue eyes relieved any body image issues she had as he peered up at her.

"So damn beautiful." His words were exhaled on a breath, nearly drowned out by the sound of her own breathing. Although the words might not have been shouted, Kylie heard them and the intention behind them.

She needed this man.

Overcome with lust, Kylie placed her hands over Gage's, forcing him to apply more pressure and that's apparently all the permission he needed because he was leaning down, his tongue sliding along her jaw as Travis helped her out of her shorts and then he was standing tall again, removing the rest of his own clothes. There was a sharp intake of breath, and she wasn't sure whether it was her or Gage maybe both when Travis stood fully erect and deliciously sexy right in front of her.

"Shower," Travis mumbled against her mouth a second later before he was once again thrusting his tongue deep, trapping Gage's skillful hands between her body and his.

"Definitely shower," Gage agreed, his teeth nipping at her earlobe.

Not wanting to let go of them, Kylie groaned, but Travis merely smiled, unwrapping her arms from around his neck. "Patience," he told her.

"Pot... Kettle..." she moaned as Gage took his place, twisting her body until they were chest to chest, his tongue snaking into her mouth, stealing her breath and her senses all at the same time.

There was a rumble of pipes and then the sound of the shower filled the room and Gage was walking her backward, never breaking the kiss. Long minutes later, the bathroom was filled with steam and somehow they'd managed to maneuver into the unusually small stall after Gage had stripped himself down while Kylie and Travis had the pleasure of watching.

The next thing she knew, Travis' rough hands tingled against her skin, his palms abrading her nipples as he lightly grazed over them, his hips now pressed firmly against her lower back, his erection hot and insistent behind her.

Gage lowered himself to his knees, meeting her gaze briefly before he leaned closer, pressing his lips just below her navel. A tingle ricocheted in her belly, making her muscles tighten.

Wow. Were they moving fast? Or was her brain just mush?

"Lift her leg," Gage instructed and Kylie couldn't process what he was saying because she was too busy waiting for him to move lower, but apparently he wasn't talking to her.

Fast. Definitely fast.

Travis' big hand slid down her torso, over her hip and down her thigh before he gripped her leg, lifting it up and out until she was on display for Gage's penetrating gaze. Her breaths were coming in sharp, uneven pants as she waited impatiently to see what he would do next.

"So beautiful," he whispered. The words were loud in the small room, even over the roaring of her own blood in her ears and the shower water streaming behind her.

The water cascaded over her body, sliding over and through Travis' fingers where he cupped her breast with one hand, squeezing lightly. Travis' head came around, his lips pressing against her neck and Kylie tilted her head to give him better access. When Gage's fingers slid through her folds, separating her even more than she already was, she wasn't sure she'd be able to remain standing on one leg. If she'd thought that was difficult, she obviously hadn't expected what he did next.

"Oh, God!" she screamed as his tongue thrust through her slit, teasing her before relentlessly focusing on her clit while Travis sucked insistently on the skin of her neck.

She could hear Travis as the hot rush of his labored breaths brushed along her skin, panting in her ear, assuring her that he was right there with her. Fearing they might let her go, she threw one arm up behind her and gripped the back of Travis' neck while thrusting her other hand into the soft, cool strands of Gage's dark hair.

"I want to hear you come, Kylie." Travis' deep voice rumbled against her ear, and Kylie had to focus on breathing for fear that she would pass out from the pleasure. "Just like you did in the truck. I want to hold you while you come."

"Yes." Kylie began chanting the single word over and over, her hips taking on a life of their own as she began grinding against Gage's mouth. "Oh, God. Make me come. Please!"

"That's it, baby. Fuck his mouth. Slow and steady," Travis instructed as he tightened his grip on her thigh. "I want to hear you come while Gage fucks you with his tongue. You're so damn hot like this, pressed between us. So fucking hot."

Kylie could barely process what Travis was saying, but the words didn't matter as much as the sexy rumble of his voice as he encouraged her to let go. She was hanging on the precipice, wanting to free fall into oblivion and she was close. So close, but she didn't want it to end either.