Because Naughty Holidays Can Be Oh So Nice 2015 (5 page)

“Like that?” he whispered.

“Love it. So much. Don’t stop,” she pleaded.

Nearly crushed beneath him, Kylie dug her fingernails into his wide shoulders as he rolled his hips, causing a chain reaction of glorious sensation as he lit up the sensitive nerve endings deep inside her.

“Tight,” he groaned. “Fuck, baby. So good.”

Minutes passed as he continued to make love to her in a way only Travis knew how. He didn’t rush, but never slowed, either, his hips working as he impaled her over and over, rolling, circling, hitting all the right spots. It was the perfect end to an incredible day. The only way it could’ve possibly been better was if Gage were there, but she couldn’t deny the one-on-one time with Travis was fantastic, too.

“You gonna come for me?” he asked, the bristle of his cheek sliding against hers. “I wanna feel your pussy grip my dick, Kylie. Come for me, baby.”

When he focused all of his energy on her, Kylie knew she had no chance of surviving it. She gave herself over to the sensation, spurred on by his rough groans of pleasure. When he shifted again, his hand sliding between their bodies, she knew he was going to send her spiraling into the abyss when he—

“Oh, God! Travis!” Rolling her hips, Kylie tried to increase the friction of him inside her, along with the fantastic pressure of his thumb on her clit.

“That’s it,” he said, peering down at her as he lifted his head. “Come for me.”

Kylie closed her eyes, immersed in the overwhelming sensations. He drove his hips forward, back, forward, back until that warm glow deep in her core turned into a blaze of heat and energy, surging outward. Her body tensed, her back bowed, and she ground her teeth together as she cried out from the orgasm that ripped through her.

“So fucking pretty,” Travis growled, then slammed into her again and again. “Ah, yeah. Fuck. Gonna come, Ky. Gonna come inside you.”

“Please,” she begged, digging her nails into his back as she urged him.

“Fuck.” Travis’s hips stilled, and she could feel him pulsing inside her.

They remained just like that for a few moments, staring at one another in the dimly lit living room.

“If we’re lucky,” he whispered, leaning down and brushing his mouth against hers, “then we’ll be pregnant again before the year’s out.”

A smile formed on her mouth and her heart swelled. She hoped that was the case, as well. Another baby with the two men she loved most in the world.

Kylie couldn’t think of a better Christmas present than that.

Chapter Seven

Two days later, Thursday

“WHAT’RE YOU DOIN’ out here?” Kylie asked when she appeared on the front porch next to his chair.

Gage smiled up at her. “Just watchin’ the lights.”

“Can I sit with you?”

“Of course.” Taking in the long skirt and loose-fitting sweater she wore, Gage’s body hardened instantly at the thought of her sitting on his lap. Since he was in the wide, cushioned wicker chair, there wasn’t much room for her otherwise. Though she could sit on him easily, beside him wasn’t really an option.

Grabbing her hips, he started to pull her down, but Kylie clearly had other plans. Turning to face him, she placed one knee beside his hip, raising her skirt out of the way. He held on to her while she straddled his lap, facing her.

“What’re you up to?” he asked, keeping his voice low.

“Nothing,” she said sweetly, her tone belying her actions as she ground against his dick. The only things separating them were his sweatpants and whatever she had on beneath her skirt. His cock came to life, thickening from the thought of her riding him right here on the porch.

“Where’s Travis?” he asked.

“Putting Kate to bed.”

Gage smiled, sliding his hands beneath the flimsy material of her skirt until he found her smooth, warm thighs. He ventured higher, gliding his fingertips along soft skin, stopping when his fingertips grazed the apex of her thighs.

He groaned. “You’re missin’ your panties.”

“I must’ve forgotten to put them on,” she said teasingly.

Taking advantage of that, Gage used his thumbs to separate her folds, teasing her gently as she hummed her pleasure.

Kylie leaned forward, resting her elbows on his shoulders, her hands sliding into his hair as she stared back at him. The woman was breathtaking, probably more so now than ever before. It seemed she got prettier with every passing day. Sometimes he thought he fell in love with both of them more and more with every minute he got to spend with them. He wasn’t sure that was even possible, but his heart didn’t seem to know that.

“I love you,” Kylie whispered, leaning in and pressing her lips to his.

“Love you, too, baby.” Pulling his hands out from beneath her skirt, Gage cupped her head, holding her as their lips melded together, tongue sliding against tongue.

He was lost in the kiss, content to simply sit there and make out with her, but it didn’t take long before Kylie was attempting to work his dick out of his sweatpants.

Pulling back from her, he chuckled. “Lookin’ for somethin’?”

“Yes,” she said with a smirk. “I want you inside me. Right now.”

There was no way in hell he could say no to that.

Lifting his hips, he managed to shove his sweatpants down while Kylie crawled closer. With a little adjustment, he guided his dick to the entrance to her body. With her help, he seated himself fully inside her with a strangled grunt, the pleasure locking up all of his muscles briefly.

Their eyes remained linked together as Kylie began rocking her hips, taking him deep inside her body. He tried to keep quiet, but it wasn’t easy. They didn’t have any neighbors, so he wasn’t worried too much about anyone hearing them, but they were outside. There were a few cars that would travel down the road in front of their house from time to time. Not that he thought they could see them, because the porch light was off and the lights from the tree in the yard would offer a buffer, but still.

“Gage,” she said breathlessly.

“Tell me, baby,” he encouraged. “Tell me what you need.”

“More of this,” she said. “Just like this.”

Gripping her hips, he guided her, forward, back, again and again, his dick sliding through her slickness, the smooth walls of her pussy stroking against him. The pleasure was intoxicating.

Content to keep at it for as long as she would allow him, Gage simply watched her.

A moment later, the screen door squeaked. Gage glanced over as Kylie stilled on his lap.

“Don’t stop on my account,” Travis said softly. “I just came out to get a better view.”

Gage grinned, then pulled Kylie’s mouth down to his while she resumed her pace, riding him slowly.

Travis perched on the railing nearby, and Gage could feel his eyes on them. It was hot to know that Travis was watching them. Kylie must’ve thought so, too, because she began to move faster, her hips jerking forward and back as she attempted to take him deeper.

“Hold that thought,” Gage told her, stilling her hips with his hands.

Bracing her ass, he shifted so that he could get to his feet, holding her against him, his cock still lodged deep, sweatpants around his thighs. Setting her on the wide railing beside Travis, Gage lifted her legs, taking control as he began fucking her slow and deep.

“Move the skirt outta the way,” Travis instructed, placing his arm around her.

Kylie used one hand to pull up the skirt, offering them both a view of Gage’s glistening cock sliding in and out of her pussy.

“Damn, that’s pretty,” Travis said roughly.

Gage felt the tingle in his spine, a sure warning that his release wasn’t far off. He didn’t want to stop, but it felt too good.

“Harder,” Kylie pleaded. “Faster.”

Adjusting his hold on her legs, he pulled her toward him so that Travis was having to hold her in place to keep her from falling off the wooden rail. He began fucking her hard and fast, just as she’d asked. He felt another electrical pulse inside him and knew he’d have to send her over soon.

“Come for me, Kylie,” he ground out, never stopping.

Kylie cried out as he slammed into her, over and over. Just when he thought he was going to come before she ever got to that point, her body tensed, her muscles locking down on his dick. She milked his release from him, along with a rough growl.

It took a minute for the lusty fog to clear from his brain, but when it did, he found Kylie smiling up at him.

“That was perfect,” she said.

“I’d have to agree,” Travis said with a chuckle. “But next time, let me know beforehand so I can catch the whole show.”

“Sure,” Gage said, still trying to catch his breath. “Because when a hot chick wants to ride your dick, the first thing you think about is making sure you have an audience.”

Travis’s laugh echoed on the cool night air. “Hey, can’t blame me for tryin’.”

AFTER TAKING A shower, Travis crawled into bed beside Kylie, sliding his arm over her and finding Gage on the other side. He was tired, and for the first time in a long time, his brain wasn’t overloaded with thoughts of work, what needed to be done tomorrow, or what chores needed to get done. He was content with the quiet that had settled in his head for now.

“You ready for the judging tomorrow?” Kylie whispered, turning to face him.

“Yep,” he said. Not because he was worried about winning, although there was that. But more so because he was looking forward to spending more time with Kate and Kylie and Gage. They’d all agreed to take the day off, including his brothers and their wives.

“So, is this a new tradition we’re starting?” Kylie asked.

“Maybe.” He’d like to think so. For all of his life, his mother and father had immersed them in tradition, strengthening the foundation of their family, and Travis knew that was important. He wanted that to continue with each of their families. It would be so easy for all of them to go their own ways, to become so involved in their day-to-day that they didn’t have time for things such as a holiday free-for-all.

Travis hoped, with the help of his brothers, they could keep the traditions going for the next generation of Walkers.

“Well, I hope you win,” Kylie whispered.

“
We
,” he corrected.

“Yes, we,” she said with a chuckle. “Because we all know I had any say in the madness.”

“You didn’t stop him,” Gage mumbled sleepily, shifting so that he was facing them, his chest to Kylie’s back. “It’s the same thing.”

“True,” Kylie agreed. “Regardless, Kate and I are proud of you. We’ll vote for you, no matter what.”

Travis grinned. “Wait till she rides on the train. She might not be as on board with a sixty-foot Christmas tree at that point.”

Hell, Travis wished
h
e could ride that train.

Not that he intended to tell anyone that.

Ever.

Chapter Eight

JUDGING DAY HAD finally arrived, and Travis could feel the excitement in the air.

They’d arrived at his parents’ house a little after nine for breakfast. His mother had surprised them all by making homemade donuts, something she hadn’t done in … hell, probably not since he was in high school. When they’d been kids, it had been the most thrilling breakfast she could’ve possibly come up with, and it didn’t seem that much had changed.

And now, after having two, Travis was seated at the table with his father and Kate, waiting for the others to arrive.

Zane, V, and Reid were the next to arrive, followed closely by Brendon and Cheyenne. After Zane had rummaged through the different options—sprinkles, no sprinkles, glazed, cake, chocolate, the list went on and on—his brothers and their better halves settled in the dining room with Kylie and Gage.

Everyone seemed to be making their way through the door, looking tired until they smelled the donuts. But Travis had to admit, one of his brothers was more excited than the others. The minute Sawyer walked in the back door, Kennedy at his side, Travis watched his brother’s face light up, his nose sniffing the air. His eyes widened, and he let out a whoop so loud it had startled Buster.

“Donuts! You have got to be kidding me,” Sawyer exclaimed. “Holy—”

“Watch it,” Curtis growled with a grin, picking up his coffee mug.

“You made all these?” Sawyer asked, kissing Lorrie on the cheek as he passed her.

“Your father helped,” she replied, and all eyes turned to Curtis.

“Seriously?” Travis wasn’t sure he believed it.

“I’ve got more skills than you know, boy,” Curtis retorted with a grin.

“Of course you do.” But donut making? He never would’ve guessed.

Kate smacked her hands on the table, giggling when Buster put his front paws on Travis’s leg, obviously trying to get her attention. That or he was hoping for her to drop some of her Cheerios so he could snatch them.

Kaleb came through the door, ducking low because Mason was propped on his shoulders, his fingers clutching Kaleb’s hair. Zoey stepped in behind him, Kellan cuddled in her arms. Once again, Travis watched until the moment Kaleb realized there were donuts.

“Okay, Mom wins,” Kaleb announced. “The holiday free-for-all award goes to her.”

“Dad helped,” Sawyer mentioned around a mouthful of donut.

Kaleb’s eyes widened and laughter erupted.

Before long, the rest of them trickled in. Ethan and Beau, Braydon and Jessie, Jared and Derrick, along with Travis’s cousins Chelsea, Reilly, Donovan, Stone, Jaxson, and CJ. Even the twins, Kaden and Keegan, Jared’s brothers, had graced them with their presence.

Definitely a free-for-all.

And it wouldn’t have been complete if Travis’s in-laws hadn’t shown up. Joe and Melissa, Kylie’s father and stepmother, were greeted as though they’d been part of the family forever.

Travis finally lost count after a while, taking Kate out of the main path into the house to join Gage and Kylie in the dining room with the others.

“What’s the plan today?” Jessie asked, reaching up to take Kate from him.

“I’m pretty sure Mom plans to feed us all day,” Braydon said.

Travis had heard Kylie mentioning the smorgasbord of different snack foods that Lorrie had stockpiled in the refrigerator, so he would have to agree. And dinner… He knew his mother wouldn’t be able to not cook for them all. It was something she loved to do, and Travis definitely wasn’t complaining.

“Well, I know the boys are gonna grumble, but we’ve got some games,” Cheyenne informed them, looking somewhat shy as she spoke.

And as she’d predicted, every man in the room grumbled. Travis did not particularly care for games. He could get into the spirit just like the next guy, but he had his limits.

“Like what?” Jessie asked, clearly excited.

“Well…” Cheyenne looked at Kennedy.

Kennedy grinned. “We’re gonna fill stockings with candy.”

“How’s that a game?” Brendon asked, downing an energy drink.

“You only get to use a spoon to do it. And the first team to fill their stocking wins.”

Travis grumbled again.

“Sounds easy enough,” Zane told the women.

“Yeah?” V laughed.

“You wouldn’t say that if you knew we had fifty stockings to fill,” Cheyenne told him, a smile on her face.

“Fifty? Why fifty?” Braydon groused.

“After they’re filled, your mom and dad are gonna take them to the church,” Kennedy told them.

Well, in that case, Travis could probably get on board with the idea. Maybe.

“Then there’s a scavenger hunt,” Kylie said with a beaming smile.

Travis narrowed his eyes at her. Clearly she’d been part of this, and she hadn’t bothered to tell him.

“
What?
” she asked innocently. “You’ve got your secrets and I’ve got mine.”

God, he loved her.

Unable to help himself, he smiled.

“And then…?” Zane probed.

“And then, after dinner, we’ll start the judging.”

Travis met his brother’s gaze. That’s what they were really waiting for.

“Well, we better get a move on. We don’t have all day,” Sawyer said with a wink.

KYLIE STILL COULDN’T believe they’d spent the last two hours filling stockings with candy. Not that it was the actual task that surprised her, but that it took them that long to do it. Then again, the game had been hilarious. First, they’d split the group into teams, separating the spouses from one another. Then, each team had to figure out how to fill the stocking with just a spoon. Kylie would be the first to admit that it sounded a lot easier than it was.

Watching Sawyer and Zane get completely frustrated had been the best part. They’d kept everyone rolling on the floor in peals of laughter while they tried every which way to get the candy into the stocking, failing over and over again.

Thankfully, they’d brought that game to a close, helping Curtis pile the stockings into the backseat of his truck so he and Lorrie—along with Kylie’s parents, who’d volunteered to go along for the ride—could take them down to the church while everyone else set out on the scavenger hunt. Travis’s cousins, Reilly and Donovan, had agreed to hang back at the house and watch the kids. With them out, that had left twenty-one people since Greyson, as well as Beth, another of Travis’s cousins, had arrived at the last minute. To make it easy, they’d broken into teams of three.

Of course, she’d insisted that she be paired with her husbands.

Then they had:

Zoey, Kaleb, and Stone.

Kennedy, Sawyer, and Greyson.

Cheyenne, Brendon, and CJ.

Ethan, Beau, and Jaxson.

Braydon, Jessie, and Jared.

V, Zane, and Chelsea.

Keegan, Kaden, and Beth.

The excitement was buzzing in the air while everyone waited outside, ready to hop in their vehicles to get moving.

“Who has the lists?” Kaleb asked, causing everyone to look around.

The sound of an SUV pulling up could barely be heard over the drone of conversation.

“Who’s that?” she asked, directing her question to Travis.

“No idea,” he replied with a shrug of his wide shoulders.

The Escalade came to a stop in the empty space off to the side of the driveway. The windows were tinted, so she couldn’t see who was inside.

Three doors opened and out came…

Kylie smiled when she saw Reese Tavoularis, along with Reese’s brother, Z, and Z’s husband, RT.

“Well, I’ll be damned!” Brendon hollered, making his way over to his high school friend. “What the hell’re you doin’ here?”

“I heard y’all needed some help,” Z said with a giant grin. He held up a stack of papers, waving them teasingly at the group.

“Oh, hell,” Braydon grumbled. “Please tell me y’all did not get to pick the ideas for this hunt.”

“We did,” Z confirmed.

RT grabbed a few sheets of paper from Z and glanced down at them, distributing them obviously in some sort of order. And when he got to the last one, his gaze traveled the group until it landed on Travis.

“Shit,” Travis groaned when RT’s smile widened. “You might not wanna be on my team.”

Kylie couldn’t hold back the laugh that bubbled up. She knew RT was looking to get back at Travis for the teasing he’d done in the past. Back when RT had been denying his feelings for Z. It only seemed fair that RT would get him back; she just hadn’t expected this.

“This, my friend,” RT said to Travis, “is for you.”

Travis took the page but didn’t bother to look at it. Kylie tried to take a peek, but he hid it before she could. Then Gage was behind her, wrapping her in his arms. She felt the vibration from his chest when he greeted RT. “Good to see you, man.”

“You might not think that if you’re paired off with this one,” RT said, his eyes dancing with mischief.

“Let’s get this show on the road so we can be back here for dinner,” Zane hollered loud enough to be heard over everyone.

“Hold up!” Brendon called out. Turning his attention to RT and Z, he added, “Since the three of you are here, and someone obviously knew about this whole setup”—his eyes cut to his wife suspiciously—“then it’s only fair that y’all have to participate as well.”

Holding a few more papers in his hands, Reese peered down at them.

“Nope,” Braydon said, snatching the papers away, “you don’t get to pick what you do.” Braydon skimmed the papers, then smiled before handing one back to Z. “Good luck with that.”

“Before you go,” Cheyenne said, “everyone has four hours to complete this. Be back here no later than five thirty or you forfeit. The team with the most items on their list wins. Good luck!”

Kylie had barely gotten her feet moving when Gage was urging her toward his truck, Travis leading the way, still clutching the paper in his hand.

“What’s on that list?” she asked as she climbed into the backseat.

“You don’t wanna know,” Travis murmured when Gage hopped in and started the truck.

Dust swirled around them as the cars, trucks, and SUVs fled the driveway, all in a hurry to get the items on their list.

Kylie simply wanted to see what was in store for them.

Clearly Travis wasn’t in a hurry to show her.