“Mmm, soft,” he mumbled against her lips as he ran his hands over her skin, starting at her shoulder blades and working his way down to the perfectly round globes of her ass. “So fucking sexy.”

“I was thinking the same thing.”

Travis growled deep in his chest, his hands sliding into her hair and pulling her head back so he could look in her eyes. “I want to taste you.”

Her smile lit him up from the inside out.

Without waiting for her permission, Travis dropped to his knees and zeroed in on the sweet spot between her trim thighs, his mouth watering with the urge to lick her. As soon as Kylie was situated on the arm of the couch, Travis forced her legs wider, dipping his tongue into her moist heat, teasing her with the tip of his tongue. When she braced herself with a firm grip on his hair, he delved deeper, his tongue sliding through her soft, slick folds, gently flicking her clit with every upstroke.

“Mmmm,” he moaned. God, the woman tasted good.

It didn’t take him long to push her closer to the edge of ecstasy. But he didn’t want her to come just yet.

“Travis,” Kylie moaned. “Oh, God.”

That’s what he loved to hear. Kylie’s soft moans, the way she cried out his name. Easing his tongue back, Travis slipped two fingers inside of her as he stared up at her. “I need to be inside you. Right here,” he said as he fingered her slowly.

“What are you waiting for?” Her eyes glittered with lust, her hand tightening in his hair as she held on to him, trying to pull him to his feet.

Travis didn’t intend to waste another second. Once he was back on his feet, he smiled down at her as he pulled his fingers from her hot sheath. Kylie gripped his wrist, forcing his hand up until she wrapped her lips around his fingers and sucked.

“Fuck woman.” He wasn’t going to last much longer. She drove him absolutely crazy when she did things like that. Her devilish grin said she knew it too. “Bend over the couch,” he instructed, leading her to the end of the couch and then easing her forward until her stomach was resting on the cushioned arm of the couch and she was using her own hands to support her upper body. She grinned at him over her shoulder and Travis nearly lost it.

“In a hurry?” she asked sweetly.

“You’ve no idea,” he grumbled before sliding into her in one easy thrust. Once he was seated fully inside of her, Travis stilled.

Adjusting the angle, he leaned over her, holding himself up with his hand planted firmly on the couch cushion in front of them and doing his damnedest not to crush Kylie between his weight and the arm of the couch. At this angle, he didn’t even have to pull back, he could just flex his hips and sink deeper, his cock penetrating her fully.

With his mouth against her ear, he sucked in a sharp breath. As he fought the urge to plow into her, he gently nipped her earlobe. “I’m not sure I can be gentle.” Ok, that was a lie. He could if he had to, but Travis didn’t want to.

Just when he would’ve asked if she was comfortable, he felt something cool and slick slide down the crack of his ass. “Oh, fuck.”

“That’s exactly what I plan to do,” Gage said roughly from behind him.

It was clear by his tone that Gage was hanging on by a thread, and Travis knew exactly how the man felt. Being sheathed inside of Kylie’s tight, wet pussy, his blood pressure was already racing to unprecedented levels, and if they didn’t get on with it, his head was likely going to explode.

Kylie chose that moment to rear back against him, forcing him even deeper; the tight, warm grip of her pussy making his eyes cross. And as if the two of them had it planned, Gage then thrust deep into Travis’ ass.

“Son of a –” The swear was cut off by the intense pleasure that consumed him, making it difficult to breathe, much less curse.

When Kylie and Gage started moving in tandem, essentially fucking Travis from both sides, he nearly lost it. They’d done this before, and no matter how many times he thought he was the one who would control their sexual encounters, they surprised him damn near every time.

“Travis,” Kylie groaned from beneath him, and he focused on not crushing her while enduring the glorious friction of Gage’s cock tunneling in and out of his ass, deep and slow at first, then shallow and fast. All the while Travis managed to find a rhythm that worked for Kylie and he fucked her sweet pussy, using the momentum of Gage from behind him.

“I’m…” Kylie’s words were left hanging as she moaned her pleasure, the tight sheath of her cunt squeezing him painfully tight just as Gage’s fingertips dug into his hips, holding him still.

“Fuck me,” Travis groaned. “Harder.”

Gage’s power intensified as he rammed his cock deep inside his ass, forcing Travis’ hypersensitive cock into Kylie with shallow strokes, over and over until he couldn’t hold back any longer.

“Fucking come for me, Gage,” Travis roared as his cock exploded inside of Kylie, jerking sharply as he spilled himself inside of her sweet, lithe body.

A low growl echoed from behind him as Gage stilled, his fingers now burrowed painfully into his skin as he erupted inside of his ass, making Travis’ body hum one last time.

The three of them stood motionless for a minute or two while they tried to catch their breath. When Gage pulled out, Travis was quick to follow.

It was high time they had a shower.

Helping Kylie to stand, Travis pulled her against him and pressed a kiss to her lips before saying, “You mind asking him to move that tree one more time? I kinda like this aggressive side of his.”

Chapter Five

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Ethan

Two weeks after Thanksgiving


Ethan rolled out from underneath the truck that he was working on, but he didn’t bother to get up. Staring up at the twenty-foot high metal ceiling of the place he considered his office, he listened to the music blaring through the speakers, shaking his head. He was going to have to plug up his iPod if the radio station insisted on tossing in Christmas music.

He deserved credit for dealing with all of the holly jolly going on around him, especially from his brothers who’d recently jumped into relationships, but he certainly wasn’t all that interested in the ho-ho-ho like they were. There was no Christmas tree at his house, no poinsettias sitting on his front porch or on his kitchen counter, no blinking lights to greet him when he got home.

Then again, he found himself spending more and more time at his parents’ house these days than anywhere else and honestly, he knew it was because he was a coward – avoiding the lonely house, not running the risk of company he didn’t want. And since his mother enjoyed making dinner for him, who was he to argue.

“You awake over there?” Blake called from the other side of the shop, the clanking sound of a wrench hitting concrete echoing along with his voice.

Closing his eyes, Ethan sighed.

That was the main reason he wasn’t spending much time at home.

Blake.

Or rather the intense feelings Ethan had surprisingly established in recent months. For someone who was not Blake. And if that wasn’t a punch in the nuts, he didn’t know what was.

Finding it difficult to be alone with Blake these days, he generally tried to avoid situations that would result in opportunities like this one. Unfortunately, when they were working, they were the only two there, and there wasn’t a damn thing he could do to avoid that unless he fired Blake. The thought had occurred to him, but he wasn’t interested in doing double the work, so he opted for the lesser of two evils.

It wasn’t like the sex between him and Blake wasn’t good. Quite the opposite, honestly. Yet he found himself battling Blake’s need to be exclusive, and by exclusive, Blake wanted to announce to the world that they were a couple as though staking a claim on Ethan was going to make this any more of a relationship.

Not gonna happen.

They were most certainly not a couple. Not now, and probably not ever, intense orgasms be damned. On top of that, Ethan wasn’t interested in announcing anything about his relationships – sexual or otherwise.

And he had several reasons for that, one of them being that no matter how hard he tried to avoid the truth, there was someone else. Someone who had caught his eye and made him want things he never even realized were a possibility.

Too bad he had no idea what, if anything, to do about that.

Pushing to his feet, Ethan wiped his grimy hands on one of the shop towels that were haphazardly scattered around the floor at his feet. When he stood to his full height, he came face to face with Blake.

Knowing he would look like an asshole if he backed up and put space between them, he stood his ground and stared back at the handsome man.

“Need something?”

Blake didn’t answer, but the passion in his eyes was unmistakable.

Shit.

“I can think of one thing,” Blake said gruffly, moving in close.

This time Ethan did back up, but he was limited in his retreat when he was forced up against the truck he’d just been working on. Stuck between a truck and a hard place, Ethan had no idea how to avoid the inevitable. Nor was he sure he even wanted to.

It was clear that Blake wasn’t taking any hints, what with Ethan trying to limit the time they spent together. Then again, he had to admit that he was sporting a serious hard on brought on by too many thoughts of someone else.

Someone he couldn’t have.

Which made Blake convenient. And Ethan a total prick.

But even given that self-revelation, Ethan found he couldn’t resist the urge.

“What are you waiting for?” Ethan goaded him, reaching for his own jeans and easing the intense discomfort by pulling his cock out.

Blake’s eyes widened, his mouth hanging open slightly, but he didn’t move. Keeping his tone firm, Ethan told him exactly what he wanted from him. “I want to watch you suck my dick. Right here.”

Ethan was used to being the one in control. It was natural for him. He didn’t take much shit from anyone, inside or outside of the bedroom. Or right here in the open as it would be. And Blake seemed more than content to accommodate his aggressive instruction.

Once Blake was on his knees in front of him, Ethan leaned back against the truck, his full attention on the man in front of him. Sliding his hands into Blake’s silky hair, he pulled him closer, not roughly, but enough to let Blake know what he wanted.

As his cock disappeared into the blazing hot depths of Blake’s talented mouth, Ethan groaned. His eyes closed on their own, and he was immediately assaulted by the image of a different man on his knees in front of him. Forcing the idea out of his head, he concentrated on picturing Blake’s handsome face, his callused hands as they gripped his shaft, his tongue as it teased the rigid vein on the underside of his cock.

“Awww, fuck,” Ethan groaned.

It felt so damn good.

But no matter how hard he tried, he still pictured Blake as someone else. And that other man was a threat to his control.

Something Ethan wasn’t willing to part with.

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Beau

Beau had absolutely no idea what he was doing, but against his better judgment, he had left work and driven straight to Walker Demolition. Bypassing the main office, he continued on to the mechanic shop where Ethan was known to spend more than enough time on a daily basis. Didn’t seem to matter if it was seven in the morning or seven in the evening, Ethan was generally working.

Parking his truck, Beau noticed by the additional truck in the parking lot that Blake was also there and that ever present niggle of anger was tingling at the base of Beau’s skull. He did not like Blake, but not for obvious reasons.

It was true, Beau had developed some sort of strange attraction to Ethan Walker and the how and why was yet to be determined. But that wasn’t the reason he disliked Blake.

No, he wasn’t all that fond of Ethan’s on-and-off boyfriend because the man was a lying bastard. Then again, it had been a complete coincidence that Beau had stumbled upon the guy at a restaurant over in a neighboring town after that disaster of a date Beau had gone on. Granted, that had been damn near six months ago, but Beau couldn’t seem to shake off the memory.

As far as he knew, Ethan and Blake were dating. Maybe Ethan didn’t share that tidbit of news with anyone, but as far as Beau knew, Ethan wasn’t seeing anyone else. And to Beau, that meant they were exclusive.