Because Naughty Holidays Can Be Oh So Nice 2015 (8 page)

“Tight,” Gage groaned. “So tight.”

His hips were slamming against Travis’s ass, and Kylie’s body was absorbing the impact. It was a sweet assault, but she needed more, and she didn’t want to wait. Releasing Travis’s face, she planted her palms flat on the mattress, trying to move against him, but he held her in place with his body above hers.

“Not yet, baby,” he said, his eyes glazed with desire. She knew he was close, knew he was working to hold back.

“Gonna come, Trav,” Gage roared.

“Come,” Travis pleaded.

A few more jerky thrusts and the bodies above her stilled, but that only lasted a heartbeat. Then Gage fell to the mattress beside them, his hand cupping her breast as Travis shifted onto his knees and began fucking her hard and fast.

She locked her eyes with his, watching for that moment when he hit the point of no return. Gage’s hand traveled lower, and she felt his rough fingers on her clit, and that was her tipping point. Unable to hold back any longer, she closed her eyes as the pleasure built to a crescendo, then slammed through her at the same time Travis drove deep, his dick pulsing as he came.

It took several minutes before she could catch her breath, and by the time she did, both men had retreated to the bathroom. She heard the shower turn on at the same time Gage returned with a washcloth. As usual, she blushed as he cleaned her so gently, his lips finding hers.

“Love you,” he whispered.

“Love you, too,” she told him.

She must have drifted off to sleep, because she briefly came to when Travis and Gage joined her in the bed. Travis spooned behind her, wrapping her in his strong arms, his warm breath fanning her neck.

“Love you, baby,” he said softly.

“Love you, too,” she replied, dozing again.

“Love you, Gage,” Travis said, his voice a little louder.

“Love you,” Gage responded.

Kylie managed to keep from drifting off, but just barely. “So, are y’all done with the surprises yet?”

“As far as the decorations go?” Gage asked.

“Mmmhmm,” she mumbled.

“Yes,” Travis assured her.

“But as for other surprises…” Gage placed his arm over her.

“What other surprises?” she slurred.

“You’ll just have to wait and see, baby,” Travis murmured softly against her ear. “It’s not Christmas yet.”

With that, she allowed herself to succumb to sleep, drifting off with the knowledge that these two men would forever be the best surprises she could ever get, and as she placed her hand over her stomach, she smiled to herself, because little did they know but she had a surprise in store for them, as well.

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I hope you enjoyed spending the holidays with Travis, Kylie and Gage, as well as the rest of the Walker brothers. It was a wild ride, but something I always expect from them. If you’re interested in more from the Alluring Indulgence series you can read more about the Walker brothers
here
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Currently Available in the Alluring Indulgence series:

Kaleb

Zane

Travis

Holidays with the Walker Brothers

Ethan

Braydon

Sawyer

Brendon

You can find all of Nicole’s books, along with links, at the back of this book or on her
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RT and Z: Gift Dilemma

Sniper 1 Security

RT and Z

(from NEVER SAY NEVER: Sniper 1 Security, 2)

Chapter One

SITTING IN HIS office, staring at his computer screen, Ryan Trexler wanted to pull his hair out.

One week.

One freaking week until Christmas and he still hadn’t bought Z a gift. No matter how hard he tried, he didn’t know what to get him. And it was driving him fucking crazy.

Why wasn’t there a Google search that would tell him the best present to buy the man he loved? Hell, he could practically Google anything else he wanted, but not this. Oh, sure, he’d found article after article of suggestions—most of them involving jewelry—but nothing that even came close to what Ryan was hoping to find. Anyone who knew Z knew he didn’t wear jewelry. Well, nothing more than his wedding band, anyway.

“Ugh,” Ryan grumbled, closing his laptop lid, stopping short of slamming the damn thing shut.

A knock on his office door had him looking up in time to see Z waltzing in. Why the man even bothered to knock was beyond him. If Ryan really wanted to keep Z out, he would have to lock the door.

Not that he wanted to.

“Hey,” Z greeted, his face softening the instant he met Ryan’s gaze.

God, he loved this man. More and more every single day.

“Hey,” Ryan replied, some of the tension from the day easing out of his shoulders from the mere sight of Z. “You ready to go?”

Z nodded, then came around and perched on the edge of Ryan’s desk. “Whenever you are.”

“I’m done here,” Ryan admitted. He hadn’t actually been working for the past hour, but Z didn’t need to know that.

“Wanna grab some dinner?”

Ryan leaned back in his chair and studied Z, noticing the way his eyelids were at half-mast, his lips curved up slightly. He looked like he was ready to slam Ryan up against the wall and fuck his brains out. Wouldn’t have been the first time they’d had sex in Ryan’s office.

And didn’t that just sound like heaven right this moment. It would at least give Ryan a minute or two not to worry about the most important thing that would happen to him all year.

Christmas.

This was his first Christmas with Z as a married couple. He was obligated to buy him a gift, but not just any gift. An amazing gift. A phenomenal gift. Something that would blow Z’s mind and make him think about RT for the entire next year.

“Dinner’s good,” Ryan said with a sigh. “What were you thinkin’?”

“You,” Z replied softly, that devilish smirk transforming his face.

“Maybe if you’re good,” Ryan told him, getting to his feet.

“I’m always good,” Z countered. “At least that’s the impression I get when you’re screaming my name and begging for more.”

Ryan blushed. It was something he found he did often when around Z. The man knew just what to do to embarrass him, even if they were the only two people in the room.

Even if what he said was true.

“Come on,” Ryan grumbled. “Let’s get food, then go home and go to bed.”

“Hopefully not to sleep,” Z noted, following Ryan as he headed toward the door. “’Cause I’m not the least bit tired right now.”

Of course he wasn’t. Z had the stamina of a damn long-distance runner. On crack.

Not that Ryan wasn’t able to keep up. He didn’t have a problem, but he still enjoyed giving Z a hard time about it.

AN HOUR AND a half later, after having dinner at Denny’s, a place Ryan had recently learned was one of Z’s favorites—the man had a penchant for breakfast any and all times of the day—they headed home.

For the time being, they were living in Ryan’s house on the Kogan/Trexler compound until they found a house they both liked. They’d since sold Z’s portion of the warehouse that he and Trace had shared to Trace and Marissa. Ryan’s sister and brother-in-law had been more than happy to take it off their hands, telling Ryan they had plans to renovate for the growing family they planned to have.

Turned out that buying a house wasn’t high on Ryan’s or Z’s priority list at the moment. Work was taking up a majority of their time as they worked through the changes Ryan had implemented, creating the new positions as well as dealing with a relatively new acquisition that had come to light in recent weeks. They were still working on the logistics, but it appeared as though the staff at Sniper 1 Security was about to grow, as was their business. Which, for Ryan, was definitely a good thing.

So, for now, Z had moved his things in with Ryan, and they were living comfortably in the two bedrooms they had. The second bedroom had been modified somewhat so that Z could have some office space of his own, which Ryan found out
after
they’d moved things around was for a treadmill. Not a desk. A freaking treadmill. According to Z, he did his best work away from the house, unless, of course, they were talking about sex, then Z insisted he did his best work wherever they were at that moment.

Ryan couldn’t argue with him there.

Once inside, Ryan made his way to the kitchen after tossing his jacket on the back of the couch and looking over his shoulder to see Z pick it up, place it on a hanger, and then put it in the coat closet. Granted, it hadn’t been a coat closet until Z had moved in. Ryan simply wasn’t that organized.

Or, rather, he hadn’t been until Z had come along and restructured his life. He had to admit, it was kind of nice.

“I’m gonna take a shower,” Z told him, stopping in the living room.

“’Kay,” Ryan responded.

“I expect you to be in the bed, naked, when I get out.”

Ryan smiled. “Is that an order?”

“Damn straight it is.” With that, Z headed down the hall toward their bedroom.

As he stood there in the kitchen, Ryan’s smile grew. Yeah, for the past few months, his life had certainly changed in so many ways. And thanks to Z, he didn’t have a single complaint.

Z MADE QUICK work of showering, shaving, and brushing his teeth. After flipping off the lights, he came out of the bathroom to find RT in bed, propped up against the headboard with his iPad in hand.

“Unless you’re watchin’ porn, that thing’s gotta go,” he told him, keeping his eyes locked on RT’s as his husband peered over. The way RT’s intense ice-blue gaze roamed over Z’s naked body made his dick stir to life.

To his surprise, RT instantly tucked the iPad away in the nightstand, then turned his full attention on Z.

“Damn,” Z mumbled with a grin. “I thought for sure that was porn.”

“What do I need porn for?” RT asked.

“Everyone needs porn,” he countered.

“Not when they’ve got you waltzing around naked and proud.”

Z struck a pose and RT laughed, as he’d hoped he would.

“Get over here,” RT commanded, patting the bed.

Z slid in beneath the blankets, meeting RT in the middle of their oversized king bed. They were both big men, so Z had insisted that they get a new bed—one much sturdier than the one RT had previously—when he’d moved in so they’d have plenty of room to roll around … er … to sleep.

Curling up against RT, Z sighed. “You’re warm.”

“Want me to warm you up?”

“Damn skippy.” He laughed when RT slid beneath the blankets.

That laughter died instantly when RT’s warm hand curled around his dick, stroking him slowly, firmly.

“Oh, yeah,” Z moaned. “Wrap your lips around me.”

RT’s exquisite mouth slid over the sensitive head of Z’s dick, and he sucked in a breath. Damn, that felt good. For a few minutes, he relished the feel of RT’s mouth on him. It didn’t take long before he was, in fact, warmed up. Once his skin heated, he shoved the blankets down, revealing RT lying between his legs, fisting Z’s cock while sucking him at the same time.

“You look so good when you do that,” Z told RT, sliding his fingers into RT’s silky blond hair. “But I can’t let you have all the fun.”

Z managed to turn the tables, so to speak, flipping RT onto his back so that Z was straddling his head and leaning over RT’s hips, staring down at the huge cock waiting for him. He focused on driving RT mad, slowly sucking him between his lips, using his tongue to follow the vein down to RT’s balls before sucking them into his mouth and growling.

“Fuck,” RT hissed, bucking his hips.

Z smiled to himself.

Long minutes passed while he entertained himself by feasting on RT. Stroking him with his hand, laving him with his tongue, sucking him with his mouth. Z could’ve gone on all night, just to hear RT moan. It was a beautiful sound.

RT obviously had other plans, because he managed to buck Z off of him, making him laugh as he fell to the bed, looking up to see RT staring back at him. Z watched as RT retrieved the tube of lubricant that they kept tucked into the nightstand drawer.

“You ready for this?” RT teased.

Z didn’t answer, simply spread his arms, grabbed hold of two of the posts on the end of the bed, and planted his feet flat on the mattress, legs spread.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

Z smiled back at RT as he moved over him, his lubed fingers sliding between Z’s ass cheeks, teasing his asshole.

RT played with him for long minutes while he pressed kisses over Z’s chest, his neck, his jaw. When RT lowered his mouth to Z’s, he opened for him, meeting his tongue. Tentatively at first, playing along as RT continued to toy with his ass, sliding one finger inside, then two, then three.

His skin was on fire, heating even more when RT relaxed against him, their mouths still fused while RT finger-fucked him until he was delirious with pleasure.

“You ready to feel me?”

“Mm-hmm,” he moaned against RT’s mouth. “So ready.”

“Don’t move,” RT ordered, repositioning himself so that he was kneeling between Z’s legs.

Holding his head up, he continued to watch as RT guided his glistening dick toward Z’s ass, his hand stroking Z’s cock gently, teasingly.

Z’s hands tightened around the posts when the thick head of RT’s cock breached his anus, slowly pushing deeper, drawing a groan from Z’s chest.

“Hurt?”

“Fuck no.” It felt so damn good Z was nearly blinded by the pleasure that coursed through him. “Need more.”

RT’s grin was radiant as he met Z’s gaze, driving his hips forward, burying himself deeper and deeper until Z was sure that he was filling him completely.

RT reached behind him and grabbed his pillow, then shoved it beneath Z’s hips.

Their gazes were locked on one another as RT began to retreat slowly, pulling out completely, then forcing himself back in. He repeated the sensual torture until the muscles in Z’s stomach hurt from flexing so much.

“More,” Z begged. “Harder.”

“I love watching you like this. At my mercy.”

Z would forever be at RT’s mercy and not just here in the privacy of their bedroom. He loved this man, would spend the rest of his life loving him.

RT’s hips punched forward, and Z cried out from the pleasure that detonated, making his eyes cross.

“Hold on, baby,” RT crooned, his hands sliding beneath Z’s knees to lift his legs.

Again, Z tightened his grip on the posts, still watching RT.

Several more painfully slow thrusts had Z breathing heavy, desperate for more friction. And then…

“Ah, God, yes,” Z hissed when RT began impaling him, driving into him. Still deep, still slow, but the pace was faster than it had been.

Z couldn’t take his eyes off RT, loving the way his face contorted as he watched the place where their bodies were joined. Once, twice, three times RT would thrust into him, and the pace would quicken. Faster, harder, deeper. Over and over until the room was ablaze from the heat that generated between their bodies.

RT’s face contorted, his eyes lifting to meet Z’s, and Z knew he was close. The teasing was always fun, but it would only last so long before the overwhelming pleasure won out.

Unable to resist, Z released one of the posts, then reached between his legs and fisted his dick, stroking in time with the pounding RT was giving him.

“Beautiful,” RT mumbled, his eyes drifting down to watch Z jack himself off. “Come for me, Z.”

Z dropped his head to the mattress, sucking in air as he continued to stroke his cock, his balls drawing up close to his body as RT continued to fuck him, alternating between mind-numbingly shallow strokes that teased him and long, deep ones that made Z see stars.