Kylie had the nerve to laugh and Travis pinched her ass, making her squeal.

"Ok, ok," she giggled. "That way." She wasn't pointing, so he had no idea where she was referring to, but he started walking anyway. The house wasn't that big.

The little minx wrapped her arms around his neck and proceeded to put her lips on his neck, and... Oh, fuck.

"Baby, at this rate, you're gonna be lucky I get my cock out of my jeans. Take it easy."

"Fair is fair. You left a mark on me, I'm just paying you back."

Mmm. Travis had noticed that sexy little hickey on her neck. He wasn't sure whether he had put it there or Gage and it really didn't matter. He hadn't done that since he was a teenager and wasn't sure he ever had the desire to do it either. But seeing a mark on her made him want to put more.

In places others wouldn't see.

Like the inside of her thigh.

Shit.

Travis stumbled but held on to Kylie tight. She was going to make him come in his jeans. Another thing he hadn't done since he was a teenager.

"You've still got a few feet to go before we get there," she whispered against his throat. Apparently she was all for getting him to blow before he was ready because she chose that moment to press her mouth against his neck, licked him and then bit him. Hard.

Holy. Fucking. Shit.

Travis' body took over, chewing up the remaining space between where they stood in the hallway, and the room Gage had disappeared into. Agility and poise evaded him as soon as he set his sights on her gigantic bed, causing him to drop her right onto the mattress and eliciting another giggle from her.

"Take the clothes off or I'm ripping them clean off your body."

The seductive little half smile that came back at him had Travis yanking his own shirt one he had borrowed from Gage over his head. He dropped it to the floor and then turned to look at Gage.

"That goes for you too." Keeping his voice firm, Travis took a step toward him, noticing his shirt was untucked which meant he'd at least heard the warning. "There're no personal invitations."

Surprisingly, a teasing grin lifted the very corners of Gage's lips, and he glanced over Travis' shoulder. He hoped like hell the man was looking at a naked woman. And then Gage was on the move, his shirt coming off and dropping to the floor beside Travis' as he closed the distance between them.

"The same goes for you," Gage warned. "You've got as many clothes on as I do."

Now that was one problem Travis was more than happy to solve. Without haste, he toed off his boots and kicked them to the side, his jeans were the next to go, and he took his boxers with them to avoid wasting any more time.

"Happy?" he asked Gage. His ego inflated as Gage stood before him, seemingly riveted by his body. The way his brown eyes darkened, the hunger palpable, felt as though he'd been injected with power.

And then it was Gage's turn to lose the jeans and boots and Travis found him in the same position Gage had been. Staring at the man, admiring the taut, bronze skin, the shifting planes of muscle across his chest, the flexing cords through his arms. The man was spectacular.

And then he was gone.

Shit.

Travis turned in time to see Gage crawling across the mattress, all masculine grace as he loomed right over a very naked Kylie. He was stunned motionless as he watched Gage ease his body over hers. He managed to see her beautiful alabaster skin, her gorgeous breasts tipped a dusky rose for mere seconds before she was covered entirely by a sexy, mouthwatering man.

They were fucking gorgeous together.

"No personal invitations, remember," Gage growled, a subtle reminder that he was standing there like an idiot.

He could've been knocked upside the head with a brick, but Travis was rendered entirely fucking immobile. It was as though he had no idea what to do and wasn't that the fucking biggest joke to be played on him. Travis didn't usually falter, he didn't normally hesitate, yet here he was, unabashedly transfixed by how incredibly beautiful these two people were.

Hard against soft.

Masculine versus feminine.

Danger contrasted by caution.

"Come here." Kylie's gentle voice beckoned him, and Travis took a tentative step toward the bed, suddenly feeling as though this were his first time and he wasn't sure how to proceed.

Placing one knee on the mattress, Travis leaned over, holding himself up with his arms as he eased up beside them, his arm brushing Gage's.

As Kylie lay beneath Gage, one of her soft, cool hands came up to caress Travis' cheek as she looked at him. Gage shifted, falling to her side so that she was between them on her back.

"I'm thinking one of you should kiss me now," she mentioned, grinning as though she knew a secret and they'd been purposely left out. When neither of them moved, Kylie looked directly at him and whispered, "Kiss me, Travis."

And he did. Oh, how he did. Travis got lost in the enchanting taste of her, the feel of her soft skin against his hard chest. The room smelled like lavender and vanilla, teasing his senses as she teased his tongue with deft, compassionate licks.

When Kylie moved, Travis followed, his mouth never breaking free of hers. Once she was propped up on the pillows, he released her mouth, staring down at her, his chest tightening painfully, a flurry of uncertainty stirring in his stomach. What was about to happen next would not be undone. No matter what Travis feared would happen, when this night was through, he wouldn't be able to walk away from either of them. He just didn't want them to know that yet. He was scared to death to even accept it himself.

He had never believed that this was in his future. No matter what he'd prayed for night after night. And he wasn't referring to the threesome either. He'd had plenty of those. But this was different. Kylie and Gage were different. This was... more.

Gage's big body moved into Travis' field of vision once again, and he eased back over to one side of Kylie, his gaze raking over the hard muscled chest now reclining in the same position Travis was in. With Kylie between them, now comfortable on her frilly pillows, Travis tried to figure out just what he was supposed to do but he was stripped bare, every emotion he'd ever hidden suddenly begging for release, and it scared the shit out of him.

"I want this," Kylie whispered as though he needed to be reassured. "I absolutely want this."

So did he. Desperately. But his brain wasn't picking up on the clues that his body was sending. His arms and legs should be moving, his mouth was supposed to be relearning her curves, but he was stone still.

Gage leaned over Kylie's prone form, his mouth hovering just inches from Travis', startling him for a second as he tried to figure out what to do, where to put his hands. Shit, he couldn't sit here like a fool, hoping that he wasn't about to have a nervous breakdown.

Then Gage kissed him.

Oh, hell yes.

Firm but gentle, his smooth, warm lips pressed against his and Travis closed his eyes, tilting his head and opening his mouth until their tongues met. It was exquisite and terrifying at the same time. Making love wasn't an unusual concept for Travis after all, he'd been in love with Kylie, and they'd made love more times than he could count when they were together. But this... Sure, he'd been in a wide range of threesomes but never had it been like this.

Once again there was movement, and suddenly Travis was the one on his back, Gage kneeling over him, one muscular leg trapped between both of Travis', while Gage's hard, smooth cock brushed against his thigh.

"Fuck," Travis exhaled sharply. "I don't " Travis clamped his mouth shut before he could admit that he didn't know how to handle this situation. It was too much for him. Too much feeling, too many things running through his head.

"Close your eyes," Gage ordered and Travis lowered his lids. "Don't open them until I tell you."

Travis went back to holding his breath, Gage's body shifting off of him and much lighter weight coming down over him.

Kylie.

He reached for her, gliding his fingers through the long, silky strands of her hair while he kept his eyes closed painfully tight. Soft, gentle kisses trailed blazing heat across his chest, slowly moving south. Her mouth paused by his nipple, her tongue darting out to lick him, followed by a warm puff of air. His entire body tingled.

Strong, rough hands planted on his thighs and Travis' entire lower body surged up from the bed in response. Just the feel of Gage's skin touching his set him off like a lit fuse to a pyrotechnics display.

Nope, there was absolutely no way he was making it through this unscathed.

Not that he would have ever believed he would.

Chapter Thirty.

Truth be told, Gage would've never predicted that Travis would get caught up in the emotion. Enough so that he was glassy eyed and confused.

He kinda liked it.

Knowing that the man with the bullet proof heart could get tongue tied and, yes, nervous, was a relief.

But, as much as he wanted to dissect Travis' reactions, Gage was much more interested in touching him. He'd been limited in the shower earlier, overwhelmed by what Kylie and Travis had been doing to him that he hadn't had much opportunity.

He had it now.

With Kylie kneeling beside Travis, her tongue teasing and tormenting him as she trailed over his chest, Gage placed his palms on Travis' wide muscled thighs, focusing on the thick shaft laying heavy and hard against his stomach. Gage was more than willing, way past ready to divulge, his mouth itching with the need to taste Travis. Between the possessive, defensive response that Kylie had to Ellie, the waitress at Moonshiners, and Travis' uncharacteristic nervousness, Gage was ready to take this to an entirely different level.

There was no room in his head for thoughts of anything else that had happened that day. And for that he was grateful.

There was so much going on right there in Kylie's bedroom, nothing else seemed important. The lust and desire was dense in the cool air. But there was also something else. It was as though a portal had been opened, and the three of them were being lured by their hearts, rather than just their bodies. It was going to be explosive, that was a given, but Gage felt a strange surge of need warring inside of him. What happened in the shower back at his house was a precursor to this cataclysmic encounter he just prayed he survived.

As Kylie continued trailing kisses down Travis' ridged stomach, getting closer and closer to his throbbing sex, Gage massaged Travis' thighs as he watched. She was so fucking beautiful, so damn sensual and he didn't even think she knew it. That's what made it all the more intense.

When his eyes met Kylie's, he smiled. Time to kick it up a notch and with Travis at his mercy, Gage was more than willing to take control. In fact, he was desperate to do so.

"Move up closer to his head and turn around," Gage directed. Her eyebrow tipped up in question, but she didn't say anything. She pushed to her knees and crawled up near the headboard, facing away from him. "Go on. I want you to watch while I suck him, but I want his tongue buried inside of you while I do. And I want to be able to see your beautiful face."

Kylie nodded as though he needed to know she was in agreement, and that's when Travis engaged, his arms darting out over and around her hips, twisting her until she was facing Gage, and then pulling her so that she had no choice but to straddle Travis' head or fall on top of him. Once she was situated, Gage moved in between Travis' legs, forcing them farther apart so he could kneel comfortably.

"Put your hands on the headboard. And don't release it until I tell you to." Gage gave Kylie a wicked grin, thoroughly enjoying the rush of power. "That's it. Spread them all the way out and grip the edges." To know that he had both of them at his mercy was a heady rush and he found that he liked it.

Rightfully so, Gage wasn't usually the one in control. Too many times he'd been the one taking direction. Not tonight.

Kylie's soft moan echoed through the room, and Gage glanced down between her legs, seeing Travis' chin jutting upward as he went to work licking her.

Shit. So much hotter than he expected. Kylie was astride Travis' head, her knees buried in the mattress, her toned thighs gripping the sides of Travis' face and he was eating her like a starving man.

Because he couldn't resist, Gage leaned down, sliding his tongue up the entire length of Travis' straining cock from root to tip, teasing the slit briefly before reversing. He growled, deep in his chest as Travis' taste exploded on his tongue, his head suddenly light as a wave of passion crashed through him.

Another growl tore free, but this time it was Travis, which in turn triggered Kylie to moan as the vibration must have ricocheted against her pussy.

Gage thought about looking up, but he refused to take his mouth from Travis' cock, so he settled for listening to her pleasure rather than seeing it. His peripheral vision allowed him a small glimpse of Kylie slowly grinding her hips down on Travis' mouth. He knew if he looked up, he'd see her hands gripping the headboard and her lovely tits thrusting toward him.

When Travis' hips took on a life of their own, Gage got situated, taking him in his mouth, slowly lowering his head until he was nearly halfway down, his tongue gliding over the vein running down the length. Another growl from Travis ratcheted up the temperature in the room, and Gage damn near lost it. Gripping his thick cock firmly at the base, he cupped his balls firmly with one hand while sucking him in earnest, taking Travis as deep in his throat as he could.

He'd only ever dreamed about this, wondered what it would be like. It was absolutely nothing like he expected. Making Travis lose control was so much better than Gage could've ever imagined.

"Oh, my..." Kylie's words pierced the air, her breaths labored, and the bed rocking as Gage ruthlessly devoured Travis' cock, pulling back at the last minute, making sure he wasn't going to come. But that didn't stop Travis from sending Kylie over the edge, her body straining as she fought to hold on to the headboard as was Gage's instruction.

Knowing that foreplay was going to be limited because he was overly anxious to bury his cock inside of one of them, Gage gave Travis a brief reprieve. Crawling up the length of Travis' body, Gage propped himself on one knee, bending his other leg over Travis so that his cock was hovering directly above the man's mouth.

He cupped Kylie's breasts as he looked down at Travis now trapped beneath him. "Suck me," he ordered. The man didn't need more guidance because he pulled Gage's cock into the moist cavern of his mouth, without using his hands. Gage pistoned his hips, driving his cock deeper, over and over until he knew he was at the same point Travis had been seconds before.

He had to forcefully pull his cock from Travis' mouth because the man was working him too well, obviously intent on making Gage lose it.

Well, that wasn't happening.

Yet.

"I'm not going to come yet," he choked out, and he damn near didn't make it, his body gearing up to explode as Travis took control and gripped his cock with his hand.

Pulling away abruptly because Travis seemed hell bent on pushing him over the edge, Gage climbed off the bed and went in search of his jeans. That's when he realized that he didn't have a condom. The last one he'd kept in his wallet he had used when he was with Kylie.

"Top drawer," Kylie told him, and he glanced over at her, suddenly torn between being jealous that she would have condoms on hand and gratitude that she'd had enough sense to be prepared.

"Or in my wallet," Travis called out as he flipped Kylie onto her back, her squeal of laughter making Gage forget about the jealousy. He found the unopened box of condoms in the dresser she'd pointed to and sent up a silent thank you as he quickly tore into it, retrieving two condoms and then passing one over to Travis.

Without even waiting for him to join them, Travis quickly donned the condom and then lined up and thrust into Kylie as Gage watched from the sidelines. His dick throbbed as he watched, realizing two things at once. One, Travis was proving a point that he was and would always be in control and two, Travis was giving himself over to Gage this first time.

He damn near came in his fucking hand as he slid the latex over himself. Kylie watched him as he moved onto the bed with them, a satisfied smirk on her face that told him she loved every second of this power play between the two of them.

When Travis began pumping into her, Gage reminded himself what he was supposed to be doing although he was pretty sure he'd be satisfied watching the tight, rippled muscles of his back flex as he held his weight above her, driving his hips forward.

"Top. Drawer." Kylie's words cut through the lusty fog in Gage's brain, and he leaned over Travis, opening the top drawer of her nightstand where she was currently looking.

Holy shit.

This woman had an arsenal of sex toys right there at her disposal. And of course, there was the one thing he needed.

Lube.

Right. Lube.

Not the giant purple vibrator that... Ok, he'd check that out later. For now, he needed to focus. Gage retrieved the bottle as Travis slowed his pace, glancing over his shoulder.

"I want you inside me right fucking now," Travis growled, and a sharp tingle ran up Gage's spine as if he just realized what was about to happen.