"On your knees," Travis demanded, his control quickly slipping. "Wrap your lips around my cock."

From that point on, there wasn't any more conversation as Gage dropped to his knees and went to work blowing both his cock and his mind while they waited for Kylie to join them.

Travis linked his fingers in Gage's wet hair, holding him steady as he pumped his hips forward. He saw Kylie as soon as she stepped foot in the bedroom. If the blowjob wasn't doing it for him, which it totally was having Kylie standing there with her hands on her hips as she watched the action would've had him hard enough to hammer nails.

"That's it," Travis groaned. "Let me fuck your mouth."

Tightening his fingers in Gage's hair, Travis pushed his hips forward slowly until the head of his cock brushed the back of Gage's throat. Not interested in making him gag, he pulled back and then drove in again. As the sensations overtook him, Travis picked up the pace, making his thrusts shallow, the suction from Gage's hot mouth making him see stars.

"It's so fucking good, Gage. That's it, make me come. Fuck yes. Suck me harder." A strangled sound came out of his throat as Travis made one last attempt to hold on, but he failed, his hips surging forward as he came in Gage's mouth.

He didn't release his hair until Gage had swallowed every last drop, and then he was helping him up before claiming his mouth the same way Gage had done the night before. Travis could hear Kylie's accelerated breathing and he was suddenly more than interested in turning the tables on her. When the kiss broke, Travis stared back at him momentarily. There was a knowing glint in Gage's eyes. Breaking the connection, he picked his towel up from the floor before he turned to Kylie.

"Was that as hot as you thought it would be?" He questioned her as he strolled naked in her direction, slowly wrapping the towel around his hips and securing it.

"Yes," she croaked and then cleared her throat. "Better... than I thought it would be."

"Good, how about coffee?" He knew how turned on she was, but he wasn't going to give her what she wanted yet. Always better to make them wait. Increased the chances she'd be begging in a little while and Travis was desperate to hear her beg.

"Ok," she answered, sounding surprised.

Travis gave her a quick kiss on the mouth and then made his way through the living room, the smell of already brewed coffee luring him across the house. He knew Gage had been rummaging around in the kitchen prior to Kylie's arrival. He wasn't sure whether he'd find anything he was looking for, but from the smell, he had.

"I didn't even know I had a coffee maker," Travis mumbled when Gage and Kylie joined him.

"I had to dig it out from under the counter. Luckily, you had some sense and had coffee on hand though."

Travis sipped, frowning into his mug. It was true, he didn't spend much time at home, and he was a little embarrassed by what little he had now that Kylie was there to see it. He had a good reason, but he wasn't going to share it with her. If he wasn't at the office, he was usually... well, he wasn't at home. He'd spent more than his fair share of time in various beds other than his own.

Meeting Kylie's gaze as she stood in his kitchen, all of his worry faded as he witnessed the sparkle in her eyes. She was on fire, and he was suddenly extremely interested in taking his mind off of the direction it was headed.

Setting his mug on the counter, Travis placed his hands palms down on the granite by his sides and stared at her. Only when she squirmed did he say something.

"Last night, when you were on the phone with us, did you touch yourself?"

Kylie's eyes widened, and her cheeks turned pretty pink before she choked out her answer. "No."

Travis pretended to consider that for a moment and then he said, "Did you want to?"

Kylie turned to look at Gage who was leaning casually against the door jamb, wearing only his jeans while he held a coffee mug in his hands.

"He can't answer for you," Travis told her, keeping his tone firm. He loved the hell out of the fact she initiated a varied version of phone sex last night, but now he wanted to control her pleasure the same way she had theirs.

"Yes," she finally said.

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, I wanted to touch myself."

"Are you wet now?" he asked, pushing off of the counter and stepping toward her.

"Yes."

"Show me."

Kylie opened her mouth as though she were going to argue, but then she closed it without a word.

"As a matter of fact, take all of your clothes off so I can see exactly how turned on you are."

"Right here?"

"As good a place as any as far as I'm concerned." The slightly subversive gleam in her eyes turned him on.

When she fumbled with the edge of her t-shirt, Travis took her chin between his fingers and thumb and held her so she looked at him.

"I want you to do everything I tell you to. Can you do that for me?"

"Depends," she stated.

"On?"

"On what you want me to do."

"You're going to have to trust me."

There was a long pause and then Kylie smiled, and Travis felt as though sunshine had just lit up his chest. "Ok."

The fact that Kylie would trust him, even with their history together, almost leveled him. Cupping her face, Travis pressed his lips to hers and swallowed the words he was about to say.

He would tell her eventually, but he needed to make sure she was wholly his first. He had no intention of losing her again when he'd come this far.

Chapter Forty One.

Kylie was breathless. The idea of what Travis was intimating had ratcheted up her body temperature by at least ten degrees in the last ten seconds. She felt as though she were on a roller coaster and they'd just climbed the hill, pausing at the top. She was about to free fall to the earth, and she only prayed another curve was going to come along and usher her forward.

That curve arrived.

In the form of Gage as he approached her from behind, his coffee cup now gone, his hands running along her sides, his fingertips sneaking beneath the edge of her t-shirt. He wasn't helping her, but he was teasing as he leaned in and nipped her earlobe, whispering against her hear. "I love watching you get naked."

As a chill ran across her skin from his words, Kylie lifted the hem of her t-shirt, ever so slowly, keeping her eyes focused on Travis' as she did. It was a magnificent effort not to look away, but she refused. She wasn't willing to lose that connection with him. The glimmer of hunger was making his normally blue gray eyes darker, more midnight blue than smoke.

Not only was desire spurring her on, but Travis' request for her to trust him had shifted something inside of her. Probably her heart. Knowing what their history was like, she couldn't imagine that it was easy for him to ask because he was likely expecting an answer other than the one she gave him.

Travis took a step back after pressing his lips gently to hers, resuming his casual lean against the counter and allowing her plenty of room to remove the rest of her clothing. She was more than ready for this, even if she was a little embarrassed having them staring at her the way they were. But Kylie was going to prove to both of them that she could handle this.

"Come on, baby," Travis encouraged, "I want to see your sweet naked body."

A quick flick of her fingers and the front clasp of her bra broke free, her breasts spilling out as the black lace separated. With a shrug of her shoulders, she was now topless.

"Shorts."

Gage moved into her view, standing beside Travis and crossing his arms across his chest as though he were settling in for a show and Kylie's nerve chose that moment to falter. Fumbling with the button, she kept her face turned up toward them, still refusing to look away.

She could do this.

Finally, she managed to push the denim down over her hips, allowing it to pool at her feet. The only thing she had on were her sandals, which were keeping her from losing the shorts fully, and the black thong she'd specifically chosen for this outing.

Kylie smiled. It was a dare, and they both knew it, which caused another flood of desire to seep between her thighs.

"Lose the shoes and the shorts, but keep the panties on. For now."

Somehow she managed not to stumble as she slid her feet from the sandals and then stepped out of her shorts as Travis instructed.

"Now what?" she asked, pushing them because she could feel the subtle vibration from Travis' body even with several feet separating them. He was holding himself back from her, she could sense it.

Now was not the time to hold anything back.

"I have half a mind to bend you over my knee for that mouth of yours," Travis whispered and the sudden vision assaulted her, making her thighs clench. He sounded serious, but that shouldn't have turned her on the way it did.

"I think she likes that idea," Gage added, his arms coming down to his sides as he stood to his full height.

In the last few weeks, Kylie had learned a lot about herself. More than she thought she ever would. It seemed as though blase and mundane which was what her life had been up to this point had been replaced with enthusiasm and fascination.

"You're just lucky I have other ideas in mind first." Travis grinned that sexy, crooked smirk that made her panties wetter. And when he winked, she knew she was a goner. "Turn around."

Kylie's belly fluttered, her knees almost buckling beneath her own weight as she stared back at them both, trying to discern exactly what they had in store for her. Surely Travis wouldn't spank her, would he?

Gage closed the distance between them and placed his palm on her shoulder, giving her a slight nudge until she was turning to face away from them. She began trying to take stock of Travis' house while she waited. It was the equivalent of having a spelling bee in her mind just to keep her focus on something other than what they were about to do to her.

Yeah, for some reason, seeing the small breakfast bar and a little bistro table with two rattan chairs didn't do much to sway her thoughts. Travis didn't have much in his house, although the materials used on the floor and the counters were stylish and would've made for a great platform for sophistication and elegance. Instead, the house was frighteningly simple. As though he didn't spend much time there.

The warmth of a palm against her bottom had Kylie flinching. Both men were now standing close, but she wasn't about to assume whose hand it was. Then another hand joined the first, both of them cupping her from behind, and despite the initial fear, she was suddenly overwhelmed by a tremor that nearly rocked her off of her feet.

"You've got a perfect little ass," Gage said, the cadence of his voice reflecting something like admiration. His approval did wondrous things to Kylie's insides, but she didn't move. She kept her arms hanging down by her sides, only because she didn't know where to put them.

When Gage gripped her hips gently, she felt him shift behind him, but she had no idea what he was doing. That's when she felt his breath against her lower back, followed by his tongue. Oh, jeeezus. It was as though she were blindfolded, unable to see what he was doing, but knowing that he was there. Not to mention, she was in a particularly vulnerable position.

That's when Travis stepped around in front of her, forcing her to look up at him or to stare at his sexy chest. A very naked, very tempting chest.

Kylie clamped her teeth together as he stepped closer until her nipples grazed his midsection.

"You said you were wet," Travis stated. "Show me."

Kylie arched a brow. How was she supposed to do that with him standing so close? As though he read her mind, Travis lowered himself to his knees in front of her.

Gage's thumbs hooked into the edges of her panties, and as they lowered, so did Travis' eyes. There was a tingling sensation building quickly in her belly. No, lower. The way Travis looked at her combined with the feel of Gage removing what was left of her clothing had her climbing closer to an orgasm she wasn't expecting. Yet.

"Spread your pussy lips," he instructed as he lowered himself to his knees in front of her.

Kylie's entire body shuddered from his vulgar instructions. She was pretty sure she just came from his words alone.

Travis' sudden gasp had Kylie's body trembling again. Her panties continued to ease down her legs, Gage's warm, wet tongue rasping down the back of her thigh, just beneath her bottom, but it was the flare of heat she felt radiating from Travis as his eyes locked between her legs.

"Pretty," he grumbled when she managed to separate the drenched folds of her pussy using only two fingers.

Ok, maybe she'd given herself too much credit.

Kylie wasn't quite sure she would survive this.

When Travis caught sight of Kylie's slick sex, he was rendered speechless. Just a few days ago, she'd waxed and seeing her bare again, the delicate, glistening slit of her beautiful pussy visible made his mouth water.

Something came out of his mouth as he admired her, but he didn't know what he actually said. He was too busy trying to keep his attention focused on Gage's tanned fingers as they caressed the front of Kylie's thighs. He was behind her, in much the same position Travis was in front, and they were purposely drawing this out just to see how long it took Kylie to surrender.

She was stronger than he'd given her credit for. Much stronger than he was patient, for sure.

Travis ran his palms up the front of her slender, smooth thighs, forcing Gage to slide his elsewhere. Kylie was holding open the lips of her sex, but he wanted to touch her, so he took over, her arms slowly lowering to her sides.

Travis leaned in and kissed her clit, and Kylie shivered again. Using the tip of his tongue, he began teasing her slowly while Gage did the same behind her. They were purposely driving her wild because what she'd done to them last night on the phone had blown Travis' mind. He wanted to return the favor.

"You're not allowed to come until I tell you that you can," Travis told her, not wasting time as he slipped his tongue into the sweetness between her legs. Her pussy was wet, just like she said and her scent went to his head as he dove in, holding her still as Gage began reaming her ass with his tongue. He felt her shift, figuring she was now bracing herself in the doorway, but he didn't relent.

"Travis!" Kylie screamed and he slowed, licking her like a lollipop several times before pulling back and looking up at her, arching his brow in question.

"It feels too good," she said in an agonizing rush. "I have to come. Please."

Travis shook his head and then leaned in once more, kissing her clit one last time before returning to his feet. Gage seemed to be taking his cues from Travis, so he decided they'd change it up a bit.

"Follow me," he instructed and then headed into the living room. "Have a seat." When Kylie went to sit on the couch, he stopped her. "On the table."

Travis watched as Kylie took tentative steps toward the coffee table sitting just in front of the couch, lowering herself until her bottom rested on the very edge. Funny, until right then, Travis had never liked that damn table. Now, he was pretty sure he'd never look at it the same.

"Lie back."

With Gage's help, Kylie reclined on the table, her ass still resting on the edge. Gage easily maneuvered between her thighs, spreading her legs wide. Her feet were planted on the floor, but not for long.

"Put your heels on the table."