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“More,” she pleaded on a breathless moan, unable to move now that she was pinned between them, both of them filling her.

“Ride me, baby,” Travis encouraged.

Kylie rocked back and forth while Travis and Gage each rested their hands on her hips. The sensation was exquisite. She was full, so incredibly full, but she never wanted it to end. It wasn’t easy to keep a steady rhythm considering the angles, but she did her best for as long as Travis allowed her.

As was usually the case, Travis’s patience ran out as his fingers dug into her hips, stilling her movements. “Our turn,” he told her.

Relaxing on top of him, Kylie allowed them to take over. They started out slow, a gentle rocking of their hips, but then Gage was fucking her hard, impaling her on Travis’s thick cock while he filled her ass.

“Oh, God, yes!” she cried out, her body humming as her climax neared. Tingles ignited, intensified until she was a mass of sensation, heat blooming in her core. “Travis!” Her fingers clutched at his shoulders as she tried to push herself up, needing that extra push to send her over. “Gage! Harder, Gage!”

Her husbands gave her what she needed, fucking her so perfectly until her body filled with warmth, that tingle in her core turned into a blazing inferno that radiated through her limbs, sending her higher and higher until…

“Fuck!” she cried out as her orgasm crashed through her, her muscles locking.

“Goddamn,” Travis grunted, his hands gripping her hips tightly. “Coming!”

Gage grunted from behind her, his body stilling, hips slamming against her ass as he came.

Thankfully, they didn’t need her to do anything, because at that point, Kylie’s muscles were mush, her body sated and exhausted. So, she collapsed against Travis and closed her eyes, allowing them to figure out how to get her upstairs to their bed.

Chapter Four

Two weeks later

“WHERE’S THE TRUCK?” Travis called down from his spot on the roof.

“On its way,” Gage hollered. “They got lost.”

Of course they did. Travis was anxious for the material to be delivered so they could start working on the newest piece for their holiday display, a sixty-foot tower that would be erected in the center of the yard so they could hang roughly sixty-five thousand lights from it for the largest Christmas tree display in Coyote Ridge. He would’ve gone bigger if he’d had the chance, but since this was a last-minute suggestion, he’d had to settle for what he could get.

“Is Kylie still out shopping?” he asked Gage, glancing over at him as Travis backed down the ladder.

“For now. But we don’t have much time.”

“Think she’ll be back before we get it set up?” Travis asked, noticing the huge flatbed truck turning down the road in front of their house.

Gage’s eyes widened when he saw the massive steel pipes on the back of it. “I don’t see how she won’t,” he muttered. “That’s gonna take a while.”

Travis grinned. Yeah. It would.

Then again, it had taken nearly a week for them to get the concrete work done in the yard so that they would have something to bolt it to. It hadn’t been easy convincing Kylie that it was necessary for the display, but she’d finally tossed her hands up and told them they were on their own.

Okay, so maybe they were going a little overboard, but after hearing what his brothers were doing, Travis knew it was something he had to do.

The truck turned down the long dirt drive and parked near the house. He and Gage headed toward the driver as he climbed down from the truck, smiling.

“Christmas decorations?” the guy asked.

“Crazy, right?” Gage tossed back.

“A little. Y’all wanna give me a hand?”

Travis and Gage nodded, then followed him around to the back of the truck.

For the next few hours, they unloaded the material, and when the lift truck arrived that would allow them to get to the top of the sixty-foot pole, they got to work. Luckily they’d started early, because it was dark by the time they were finished. And they’d only managed to work so quickly because he’d called in a few favors and gotten his cousins over to help out.

“Y’all done yet?” Kylie asked when she stepped out onto the porch, Kate on her hip. “Dinner’s ready.”

Perfect timing. Travis was starving and he imagined everyone else was, too. They’d worked right through lunch.

Making his way to the porch, he smiled as Kate pointed toward him. “Da!”

“That’s right, sugar bug. You like the tree?” Taking her from Kylie, he spun his daughter around as they stared up at the tree, currently lit in white. Before they were done, the tree would flash different colors, all tuned to music programmed on a laptop currently set up in his office.

“You’ve been at this for two weeks and that’s all you’ve got?” Kylie teased.

Gage stepped up onto the porch, grabbed Kylie around the waist, and spun her around. “You ain’t seen nothin’ yet, darlin’.”

Nope. She hadn’t.

By the time they were finished, their house would be visible from space.

Or at least that was the plan.

“Come on, boys,” Kylie said to Jared and CJ, who were tying off the last of the lights. “We’ve got enough for everyone.”

Mumbled agreements came from both men as they hurried, then ambled toward them with a grin.

“You think it’ll win?” Kylie asked them.

“It’s good,” Jared agreed. “I’ll give you that much.”

“Who’s judgin’ this thing, anyway?” CJ asked.

Travis opened the screen door and allowed the others to precede him inside, passing Kate over to Gage when she reached for him.

“The kids,” Kylie told him. “And Curtis and Lorrie.”

“What kids?” CJ grinned. “Maybe you can bribe them.”

Laughter echoed in the house. If only it were that easy.

“I’m not sure you can bribe Mason, Derrick, and Kate. They’re pretty picky,” Jared said.

“The other displays look good so far,” CJ told them when they had all taken their seats at the table. “The town’s freaking out.”

“It’s all anyone can talk about,” Kylie said. “Jessie and I went to the diner for lunch the other day, and people were stopping to ask what else we were doing.”

“What’d you tell them?” Gage asked, passing the bowl of mashed potatoes to Travis.

“That they’d have to talk to y’all. I told ’em I wasn’t privy to that information.” Kylie set two jars of baby food in front of Kate.

“I bet that got ’em goin’.” Jared chuckled.

“Someone’s callin’ it the Walker brothers’ holiday free-for-all,” Kylie noted.

CJ chuckled. “And to think, Braydon and Jessie won last year because they had an animated blow-up Santa on the roof.”

Travis spooned peas onto his mashed potatoes. “Not this year.”

“Oh, it’s gonna get interesting,” Jared offered. “I’ve seen some big trucks passing by the ranch.”

“Going to Kaleb’s?” Gage stopped with his fork in midair.

“Yep.”

They were definitely going to have to check out the competition. Then again, Travis wasn’t sure when they’d have time. They had a few more deliveries being made this week, and he was hoping they could get down to Austin to check out a store he’d heard about. They were still missing a few things that would tie it all together, and their deadline was coming up fast.

“We agreed to have it all in place by next Friday, the eighteenth,” Gage said. “So they better work fast.”

“Well, you know what you could do?” CJ questioned, grinning like a fool. “Tie ’em all up at the resort. Keep ’em busy with work and you’ve got it made.”

Travis and Gage laughed. If only that were an option. And as much as he wanted to win, he still wanted it to be a fair fight.

After all, what was the point in winning otherwise?

“WHAT DO YOU think, Kate? Too much?” Gage asked his daughter as they sat out on the front porch after dinner. He’d wrapped her in a blanket to ward off the cool night air so they could watch as Travis fiddled on the laptop, trying to get the lights to do what he wanted them to do.

While Kate relaxed in his arms, lifting her little hand every now and again to point at something that caught her attention, Gage was content to sit there. It seemed they were making a conscious effort to spend more time together, though not one of them had brought up the subject. Interesting how a family just knew when things were starting to unravel a little, and they also knew when it was time to pull on the thread and bring it all back together again.

That was where they were. Not that they’d drifted apart, but they knew it was possible if they didn’t put forth the effort.

“It’s just right,” Travis said, still staring at the screen. “And when we pick up the last few things, it’ll be perfect.”

Gage kept his eyes on Travis. He loved how enthusiastic Travis was about this. It was great to see him engrossed in something other than work. They spent so much time at the resort, it was nice to relax and enjoy what they worked so hard to accomplish.

“Did you see Brendon’s display?” Gage asked Travis.

“No, but I heard about it,” he said, glancing up at them briefly. “Ethan called.”

Gage chuckled. “Funny that he’s worried about it. I didn’t think he’d get into the spirit of it all.”

Ethan had pretended not to care, but Gage had heard him talking to Beau. Ethan had something planned; he just didn’t know what.

“He’s goin’ all out this year. Told me he’d be givin’ me a run for my money. He’s pretty convinced he’ll win.”

“Good.” Gage liked the competitive nature between the brothers. They were a close-knit family, and he knew, in the end, the winner would definitely rub it in, but not to the point it angered anyone. The only problem was that next year, it would likely get even more out of hand. And that was saying something, considering he was staring up at a sixty-foot LCD Christmas tree in his front yard.

When the lights started flashing blue and white, Kate bounced in his lap, pointing at the tree.

“You think your daddies are crazy, don’t you, sugar?” Gage asked Kate, kissing her on the top of her head.

He could see it now … Kate at sixteen, insisting that this wasn’t her house, and not acknowledging the millions of lights they’d likely have at that point. Or perhaps she’d get in the spirit and help out. It could go either way. By then, Gage could only hope there’d be a few more kiddos running around, adding their two cents, as well. By then, he figured there would be a whole new generation of Walkers to contend with.

Coyote Ridge wouldn’t know what hit it.

Chapter Five

ON MONDAY AFTERNOON, Kylie was sitting at Jessie’s house, drinking coffee while her sister fawned over Kate. She was grateful for a brief reprieve from her regular routine since things had gotten entirely out of hand with Travis and Gage regarding the holiday decorations, but the moment she’d pulled up to Jessie’s, she’d realized that whatever holiday spirit they’d been inflicted with was in the water.

The difference … the inside of Jessie and Braydon’s house was about as overdone as the outside. At least at her house, Kylie had some semblance of order. This looked as though the holiday section at Wal-Mart had exploded and rained back down all over the place.

“What do you think?” Jessie asked, nodding toward the giant Christmas tree in the corner. At least it wasn’t sagging beneath the weight of all those ornaments.

“It’s beautiful. You went with different colors than last year.”

Jessie nodded. “Thought we’d change it up a little. Not that Braydon even noticed.” She laughed. “He’s so busy working on the exterior stuff, I could’ve put the tree upside down and he probably would’ve said it looked great.”

“I know the feeling,” Kylie said with a chuckle. “Travis … oh my gosh. He’s gone crazy. But I can’t complain, because he’s havin’ fun and Kate loves it. I just wonder how long it’ll take to get it all down once the holidays are over.”

“Not to mention, where are they gonna store this stuff?” Jessie teased. “I told Braydon that when they’re done, all seven of them should have to pool all their crap together, and next year, they could do a drawing. Whatever they end up with is what they have to work with.”

“That’s a brilliant idea,” Kylie exclaimed. “I don’t even wanna know how much all this stuff has cost.” It wouldn’t be too hard to check, but she really didn’t want to know.

“And it’s not just the lights.” Jessie glanced up at her after showing Kate how to drop the ball into the basketball hoop on the toy Jessie had bought her. “The computer program, all the little things they use to hold up the decorations.”

“The extension cords,” Kylie added. “Oh, I know. It’s extreme.”

“I think Brendon’s comin’ over later to help Braydon with an idea.”

“Well, don’t let Travis hear that. He’ll only double his efforts if he thinks the twins are gangin’ up on him.”

“Bah!” Kate squealed, her chubby fist pointing at the ball on the floor.

Jessie handed it to her.

“Well, I’m kinda anxious for it to be over,” Kylie admitted. “At least the adding part. Once they’re set, it’ll be cool. And the kids’ll love it.”

“Yes, they will.” Jessie watched Kate. “Won’t you?” Her gaze swung back to Kylie. “Did you hear Brendon’s gonna have a concession stand?”

Kylie nearly fell out of her chair. “Are you serious?” She sobered instantly. “Cheyenne’s not gonna sing, right? If she does, that’s so not cool. The whole town will love them.”

If Kylie’s famous future sister-in-law gave a live performance… Surely she wouldn’t. The thought made her laugh, though, because at this point, there was no telling how far they were willing to take things. She could totally see Brendon coercing her into doing it so they could win.

“I heard Sawyer found a place that has retired mall displays.”

“Holy crap. Seriously?” Okay, so now Kylie knew she was going to enjoy it. As much as she hoped Travis would win—because she knew soothing his wounded pride would take time if he didn’t—she looked forward to all the creative ideas.

“Yep,” Jessie confirmed. “And”—she lowered her voice—“don’t tell anyone I told you, but Kaleb’s got a train.”

Kylie’s eyes widened. “A real one?”

“Track and all.” Jessie’s grin lit up her entire face. “It’s freaking cool.”

“What’s Braydon’s coup de grâce going to be?” Kylie asked curiously.

“He won’t tell me,” Jessie huffed. “He knows I’ll tell you, and he doesn’t want the secret out.”

“Well, that’s probably for the best. That way Travis can’t torture me for information, either.” Although Travis’s sensual form of torture was quite incredible.

“Good thing we’ve only got a few days left of this madness.”

“For this year, anyway,” Kylie agreed. “So, tell me this…”

Jessie looked up at her inquisitively.

Kylie loved to be nosey, especially when it came to her sister. “Next year … will there be a little Braydon or Jessie here to enjoy the holidays, too?”

“It’s quite possible,” Jessie said, her smile never wavering. “And I promise, you’ll be the first to know. Well, aside from Braydon, of course.”

“Of course.”

What Kylie didn’t tell Jessie was that, if her sister was being honest, then they might just be pregnant together.

If they were lucky.

Not that two pregnancies in the Walker family at one time were easy, but Zoey and V had proven it could be done. They were just lucky that they’d been almost a month apart in due dates. Once the babies were born, it had been pure, beautiful chaos.

So, adding two more to the mix … yeah, it was going to be an interesting ride.

TRAVIS PULLED UP to Kaleb’s house around five thirty. He’d intended to come snooping after he’d heard a rumor that his brother had some sort of fancy train that he was going to use to give the kids rides on this year. Unfortunately, it was too dark to see much other than the house, so he settled for going up to the door.

“Hey,” Zoey greeted with a confused expression on her face as she answered, wiping her hands on a towel. “What’re you doin’ here?”

When she took a step back and motioned him inside, Travis entered the house, took a look around, and noticed that it looked much like his own house. Toys scattered everywhere, television on playing some cartoon show, tree in the corner glittering from the lights. It was cozy and festive, and he suddenly missed his own house.

“Kaleb here?”

Zoey nodded. “He’s finishing up the dishes. Want some coffee?”

“I’ll never turn down coffee,” he told his sister-in-law, following her into the kitchen.

There was a baby monitor sitting on the kitchen table, but there was no noise coming from it. “Kellan asleep?”

“Yep,” Kaleb said with a smirk. “What brings you by?”

“Just wanted to chat,” he lied.

Kaleb clearly caught on to his fib, though, because his grin turned wicked. “You came by to snoop around, didn’t you?”

Zoey laughed, taking a box of baby wipes over to the high chair, where Mason was playing with what appeared to be mashed potatoes.

“I’m surprised you can keep him in that thing,” Travis said, changing the subject as he nodded toward Mason. “Kate’s already tryin’ to get outta hers.”

“It’s not easy. He thinks he’s a little man,” Zoey said, tapping Mason on the nose and making him laugh. “But he’s so rambunctious, if we didn’t, we’d never get to eat.”

“You hear about the train?” Kaleb asked, dragging the subject back around.

“I heard,” Travis said. “The kids are gonna ride it?”

“If I can get it runnin’ right, sure.” Kaleb frowned. “They used to use it at a Christmas carnival a few years ago. Got some problems with the engine, though.”

Travis knew that the train was likely going to put Kaleb at the head of the pack when it came to the contest, but he liked the idea of the kids getting a chance to ride it.

“It’s too late tonight,” Travis told his brother, “but why don’t we get Ethan and Beau over here tomorrow. Have ’em look at it.”

“That was gonna be my next step.” Kaleb lifted the tray off the high chair when Zoey finished cleaning Mason up. “You wanna see Uncle Trav?”

Mason started squealing as Kaleb lifted him up and practically tossed him toward Travis. Catching the little boy in his arms, he tickled him in greeting. “What’s up, little man? Where’re your cowboy boots?”

“Oh, crap,” Zoey said, spinning around.

That was when Travis realized he’d brought up a sore subject.

“The B-O-O-T-S are gone. No salvaging those bad boys.”

Mason put his hands on Travis’s face. “Boots.”

Travis smiled. “Looks like Santa’s got somethin’ at the top of his list this year, huh?”

“Boots!” Mason hollered.

“Go get your horse,” Kaleb told Mason.

Travis set the boy down on the ground and watched as Mason torpedoed out of the room with Kaleb fast on his heels.

“How’s Kylie and Kate?” Zoey asked, wiping down the table before bringing two mugs of coffee over.

Travis took a seat. “They’re good. Kate’s keepin’ her momma busy.”

Zoey laughed. “I know the feelin’. And Gage? How’s he doin’? I heard there were some issues this mornin’.”

“Nothin’ major,” Travis told her, sipping his coffee. “We had a couple of journalists who tried to sneak in. It ain’t easy keepin’ that place a secret anymore.”

“Oh, I know,” Zoey told him. “And I’ve got the easy part with the hotel and all.”

Zoey was spending more and more time at the resort these days after having taken off time when Kellan was born. She’d taken back over the task of managing the hotel among other things. When they’d gone into business together, Travis hadn’t really known what to expect from the woman who’d been a long-time neighbor to his parents, but it was obvious, when Zoey put her mind to something, she was like a dog with a bone. And the hotel ran like nothing he’d ever seen.

But she was right. Keeping the hotel running smoothly was a hell of a lot easier than managing the fetish side of things. With the clubs and the interaction areas … Travis and his brothers had their work cut out for them, even now, after being open for nearly two years.

“So, who’d you hear about the train from?” Zoey asked, her eyes glittering with mischief.

Travis smirked. “Ain’t tellin’. But you can let your husband know he can’t keep a secret for shit. He was sittin’ on a gold mine with that train.”

Kylie laughed. “I tried to tell him that. You know him, though. He’s more interested in the kids gettin’ to ride it than winnin’ this thing.”

“Well, we’ll get it runnin’. And he’ll still probably win,” Travis said with a smile.

Mason chose that moment to run back into the room, trying to keep a small stick horse from tripping him up.

“Horse!” he yelled, running right into Travis’s leg.

“Lemme see that thing,” Travis told him. He peered down at the horse while Mason watched him carefully. “You know how to ride it?”

Mason nodded, then took the horse and ran back into the other room again.

“He’s learnin’.” Zoey chuckled. “But now Kaleb’s talkin’ about gettin’ a real horse.”

“Yeah? That’ll keep him busy.”

“There’s not enough minutes in the day as it is,” Zoey huffed.

Travis knew the feeling.

“Well, I better get back home,” he told Zoey, getting to his feet. “Kate’s goin’ to bed early these days, and I wanna spend some time with her before she goes down.”

“Thanks for offerin’ to help with the train,” she told him, holding her coffee cup between her hands.

“My pleasure,” he told her.

On his way back through the living room, Travis saw Kaleb coming down the stairs, Kellan cuddled in his arms. Travis stopped for a minute, admiring the little boy and, not for the first time in the last few months, wishing for another one of his own. He’d never thought he’d be a dad, but now that he was, Travis found that the most important thing in the world to him was his family.

“Leavin’ so soon?” Kaleb asked, keeping his voice low.

“Yep. Gotta get home before Kate goes to bed.”

“Give her a kiss for me,” Kaleb told him, walking Travis to the front door.

“I’ll talk to Ethan in the mornin’,” Travis told Kaleb. “Then we’ll all get by here tomorrow before it gets dark. Get that thing workin’.”

“Thanks, man.” Kaleb looked sincerely grateful for the help.

“Not a problem. See ya tomorrow.”

With that, Travis headed out to his truck, suddenly anxious to get home to his husband, wife, and daughter. He wasn’t sure what it was, but these days, the longer he was away from home, the more he wished he had more time to spend with them.

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