Yeah, that made two of them.

In seconds, Gage was lining his cock up behind Travis, stroking himself, his fingers lubed as he drove them in Travis' tight ass without teasing him first. Travis stilled, looking at him over his shoulder. "Now. I want you fucking me now, dammit."

Gage replaced his fingers with his cock after only two strokes, shoving in deep, the invasion intimate and aggressive at the same time. Leaning over, he pressed his mouth to Travis' back, closing his eyes as he was overwhelmed with sensation. The heat of Travis' body consumed him, enveloped him and made him feel things he knew he'd feel, but wasn't exactly sure how to process.

Thankfully, Travis had managed to emerge from his original haze because Gage suddenly didn't know what to do. He was so overcome with emotion, his eyes meeting Kylie's as he kissed Travis' back repeatedly while he held his body in check. He was seriously going to have to work on getting his hips to obey his brain's command.

The moment Gage was inside of Travis, Kylie knew. Even if she couldn't see where they were joined, she could feel the tension in Travis' body as he hovered above her, and she could see the tortured expression on Gage's face.

She was hanging by an emotional thread, her head spinning from what was happening and the fact that it felt so right. There were no questions about right or wrong, or whether this was outside her realm of experience. This was supposed to happen, the three of them together was the most beautiful thing she'd ever experienced.

Travis began rocking back and forth, impaling himself on Gage's cock while driving into Kylie with each forward thrust, making her shiver as another orgasm slowly built in her core.

"So, good. God, it's so good." It was Travis who groaned, his voice raspy with restraint and Kylie wrapped her arms around him, holding him close as he continued to take care of her and Gage both at the same time.

How had she never known that he needed this?

It was clear by his reaction that this wasn't the typical turn of events for him and for some reason that made her feel better. Knowing that Travis was giving a piece of himself to her and Gage that he probably had never given anyone else made her heart swell. The love she thought she'd buried all those years ago surged to the forefront. She ached to connect with them both.

Travis pushed up, his eyes meeting hers and suddenly she knew. That love she felt inside of her wasn't one sided. He might not be able to admit it, but Travis felt something more than he ever let people see.

"Deeper," she whispered. "I want to feel more of you."

Travis grunted, sweat beading on his forehead as he lowered his body until his chest was almost crushing her, pressing his pelvis forward which in turn pushed him as deep as he could go while she felt Gage driving in from above him.

Part of her wished she could see them, watch as Gage buried himself inside of Travis. She wanted to see them together, to watch as these alpha males merged as one. Except she wasn't willing to let go of Travis.

Travis' hips stopped moving, and he rested his pelvis against hers and that's when Kylie realized Gage was doing all the work, every time he tunneled inside of Travis, he was causing a chain reaction and Travis was going in deeper, pressing against that secret, needy spot until Kylie knew she wasn't going to be able to hold off.

Nor did she want to.

Lifting her head, she pressed her mouth to Travis' as she shifted, her knees coming up closer to her chest until she took him deeper, her tongue thrusting inside of his mouth at the same time she exploded.

"Fuck! I'm gonna come. Gage! Fucking come with me." Travis owned the moment, his body stilling as Kylie's internal muscles continued to contract around him until she felt him swell, followed by two male growls that ricocheted through the room, setting off another powerful orgasm that took her by surprise.

Chapter Thirty One.

Morning didn't waste time showing up, and, as was her usual routine, Kylie was up and out of bed just as the first rays of light seeped through the wood blinds in her bedroom. The only difference between that morning, and oh, say all others... she had two large, sexy males asleep beside her.

Getting out of bed without waking them required a little more finesse than she was used to that early in the day. She somehow managed, although she was sure both Travis and Gage had stirred enough to know she'd disappeared, but gave in to exhaustion once again. She couldn't necessarily blame them. If she weren't so routine oriented, she'd close her eyes and drift off once more, but the coffee beckoned her, and she had a couple of things she wanted to work on before they woke up and left.

After grabbing the closest article of clothing to where she was standing, which happened to be Travis' black t-shirt, she covered her nakedness and then headed out of her room, her hand on the knob as she pulled the door closed behind her.

"Morning, sunshine." Jessie's chipper greeting had Kylie clutching her chest and swallowing a scream.

Oh, crap. Her sister was back. And... Well, Kylie could safely assume her sister didn't have any questions about what might've happened last night because Kylie hadn't shut her bedroom door before they fell asleep in a naked heap on her bed.

"What time did you get back?" Kylie asked, turning to ensure the door had shut all the way. No sense in giving her sister more of a show than she already got.

"Not long ago. Brendon dropped me off early because he had a job he needed to check out this morning."

Brendon. Brendon? Kylie tried to place the name, but the fog in her head was denser than usual and the only possible chance at clearing it would require a serious dose of caffeine.

"I'm guessing you had a good night?" Kylie was trying to make conversation, anything that would possibly take Jessie's attention off of the fact that Kylie had two men in her bed.

"I'm not complaining. But I guess neither are you, huh?"

So much for redirecting.

She didn't answer her sister, simply busied herself with setting up the coffee maker, making enough noise to let Jessie know she wasn't interested in having this discussion.

Apparently her sister had other ideas because she bellied up to the bar, placing her arms on the granite top as she trailed her around the kitchen with her eyes. Kylie had to bite her lip to keep from saying anything.

Brendon.

Oh, shit. Brendon! One of... no!

"You're having sex with Travis' brother!" she exclaimed, turning to face her sister, unable to hide the look of horror that was written across her face.

"Hmmm, way to jump to conclusions there, sis," Jessie replied with a mischievous grin.

"Conclusions, my ass. You got laid."

"Well, I'd say that makes two of us, now doesn't it."

It wasn't like Kylie could deny it. The evidence was sound asleep in her bed. If only that were the hardest question she'd have to answer this morning, she'd be happy. Based on the smirk on Jessie's face, there were more coming, and she was pretty sure she wasn't going to like them.

How in the world would she be able to explain that yes, she had... gotten laid. The term wasn't quite sufficient for describing what happened between the three of them, but whatever. There was certainly no way she could explain the two men in her bed. Granted, it wasn't that hard to figure out. She just wasn't interested in explaining how it happened.

"So, I've got a question for you," Jessie said sweetly as she nodded her head toward the coffee pot. "Looks like your java's done."

Thank God. Caffeine before questions. That should always be the rule. Hoping her sister would hold off, Kylie lunged for the coffee pot, wishing she used cream or sugar so she could make the process last a little longer.

"Want some?" Kylie peered over her shoulder, looking for Jessie's response.

"You're procrastinating."

Yeah, so what. "I'll take that as a no." Kylie lifted her mug to her lips, keeping her back to her sister and inhaled the delicious aroma before taking a tentative sip. "Mmmm."

"Get over here," Jessie laughed. "I'm not going to bed until you answer my questions."

"Going to bed? You mean you haven't been to sleep yet?" Kylie squared her shoulders, stiffened her spine and then turned to face her sister.

"Not yet. Let's just say we were a little too preoccupied to sleep."

Ok, now usually Kylie would ask her sister for details. They were so close, more like best friends than sisters, and they shared everything. Unfortunately, this was one of those times Kylie was hesitant to ask because she knew she'd be on the other side of the interrogation table in due time.

"So, tell me this, sister mine," Jessie said and there wasn't an ounce of humor on her pretty face. "How old were you when you got married?"

Kylie literally spewed coffee all over the counter from her mouth and her nose. Ow, ow, ow. That actually hurt. Setting her cup down clumsily and sloshing the hot, dark liquid everywhere, Kylie stood there choking. Surprisingly, Jess didn't change her expression or seem concerned in the least. Her only reaction was for one, perfectly shaped brow to lift toward the sky as she waited for a response.

Choking to death had never seemed more appropriate than right then and there. Unfortunately, Kylie got herself under control minutes later, but not enough time had spanned in order for Jessie to forget that she was waiting for an answer.

"And spare me the question on how I know. It's irrelevant."

And unnecessary, Kylie thought to herself. Obviously, if Jessie was spending time with Travis' brother, the answer was brilliantly clear. After all, according to Travis, all of his brothers had been at the house Gage had taken her to. Which meant they probably bombarded him for information as soon as she stormed out.

After wiping up the spill with a paper towel, Kylie proceeded to fill her cup once more, breathing long and deep. She wasn't getting out of this. No matter how much she wanted to, it was time she faced the music. Considering she'd spent years wanting to tell her sister because she needed someone to be on her side, to understand her pain, she should've been better prepared for this.

"I met Travis when I was eighteen. He was in the Army, stationed at Fort Hood. We dated for about a year and then we got married shortly after my nineteenth birthday. The marriage lasted all of three weeks before we went our separate ways."

"Is it true that you're still married?" Jess asked, but this time there was no judgment in her tone, only sincere curiosity.

"Yes. But only because I couldn't afford to get a divorce," she lied.

"See, here I was thinking you were going to be honest with me," Jess said with a small smile. "Spill it, sis."

Resigning herself to having to relive the sad details, Kylie took her coffee cup and retreated to the living room, Jessie's bare feet padding through the room behind her. Once they were comfortable on the sofas, she looked at her sister and let the words flow.

Travis felt like he'd been run over by a Mack truck. Rolling over onto his back, he peered through one eye and realized he was not at home. Could've been the pale yellow walls that clued him in, but something else caught his attention first. The smell of coffee wafted in from the kitchen and his caffeine antenna must have been triggered, hence the reason his eyes were now open. At home, coffee wasn't made for him. In fact, coffee wasn't made at all unless he went to the office.

Turning his head to one side, he saw that Gage was still asleep, his head resting peacefully against one of Kylie's frilly pillows. If the man didn't look so out of place against that yellow and white, flowery thing, he didn't know what did. Staring back up at the ceiling, Travis propped his arm over his eyes and tried to block out the world a little longer.

Funny, he'd had very little alcohol last night, but he felt like he had the world's worst hangover. Only this one wasn't physical, it was emotional. And that was the worst kind.

To top it off, Travis was on unstable ground at the moment, and his feet hadn't even hit carpet yet. Waking up in an unfamiliar bed was not Travis' M.O. He wasn't prone to spending the night with anyone. At least not if sleeping was involved, but last night, what little sleep they had gotten, was the soundless he'd slept in years. When he told Kylie he didn't sleep at night, he hadn't been lying.

Unwilling to go through this mental dog and pony show first thing in the morning, Travis decided it was time to get up and get moving. As he rolled to a sitting position, dropping his feet to the plush carpet at his feet, he took his time checking out his surroundings.

Nice room.

Kinda girly, but nice.

The pale yellow walls had some sort of wallpaper border along the top, little white flowers he had no idea what kind because... well, because he'd never given a shit before. Not his style, but he could certainly see Kylie sleeping in here. The furniture looked to be antique, brass headboard and all. The same headboard Kylie'd been restrained to the night before by her own willpower. Damn that had been hot as fucking hell, and Travis had only heard Gage's instruction, hadn't received the pleasure of seeing it.

Ok, someone else was up now.

Glancing down between his legs, he gave a silent good morning to the guy who'd kept him up all night. Turning his attention back to Kylie's bedroom, he took in the few other things in residence. A small night table, a worn wooden dresser that, although having seen many years of use was still in decent shape. On top of the dresser there were three pictures, and he got up to see what they were.

There, in three silver frames were pictures of Kylie, her sister, and a guy Travis assumed was her dad. One picture was of Kylie and the man, the other of her and her sister and the last was all three of them together. Apparently mom wasn't in the picture anymore... obvious because she wasn't. In the picture.

Interesting. Travis wanted to hear that story because back when they'd dated, from what he remembered, Kylie's mom and dad had been together.

Glancing around, Travis noticed an open door and what appeared to be a bathroom. Yep, that's where he was headed. Trying not to wake Gage he moved around the bed and shut himself in the small white tiled bathroom. He had to admit, the woman had an uncanny ability to keep with the times on the house because it reflected the era it was probably built in. Not that he knew what that was or even when, but he knew it looked nothing like the modern shit they were building these days.

After relieving himself and running through a three minute shower, Travis came out of the bathroom smelling like fucking lavender and vanilla. He preferred the smell on Kylie over him. Grabbing his jeans off of the floor, he pulled them on. Since his shirt was missing, he knew he'd have to go ask Kylie if she'd seen it.

Gage appeared to be asleep and either the guy was exhausted and could sleep through anything, or he was doing a damn good job faking it. Either way, the scent of coffee was calling him, so Travis exited the room.

Just as he was about to step into the living room, the sound of voices stopped him. One was Kylie. The other didn't sound familiar, but Travis figured her sister was there chatting it up.

Christ it was early.

Now that he was stuck, unsure whether Kylie wanted her sister to know that he was there, he stood in the hallway for a minute, listening to what they were talking about. As the conversation progressed, Travis leaned against the wall, realizing exactly what they were talking about. As the girls continued talking, he closed his eyes and relived the moments exactly as Kylie was telling them.

"Like I said before, we dated for about a year and I was head over heels in love with him. From the moment I saw him practically. Needless to say, when Travis asked me to marry him, I nearly burst. Of course I said yes. There was no long engagement, and since he was still in the Army and I was about to start my second year of college, we chose to go to the Justice of the Peace.

"It was quite nice, actually. See, Travis never was the romantic kind. At least not in ways some men are. He didn't have to be though because when he looked at me, I knew. I knew he loved me, and I knew he'd go to the ends of the earth to make me happy."

There was a slight pause and Travis opened his eyes, silently willing her to continue.

"Well, anyway. We went through the customary seventy-two hour waiting period for the marriage license, and once we got it, we headed straight to the Justice of the Peace. In less time than it took us to drive there, we were officially married. Rings and all."

"I never saw a ring," Jess interjected.

"That's because I didn't wear it. He never introduced me to his family, and I didn't introduce him to mine. It was sort of a whirlwind, and I wanted to keep him all to myself for a little while. As soon as I was ready to shout the happy news to the world, he walked out on me."

"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?"