Chapter 50
Chapter Fifty
Travis
Goddamn, she was beautiful.
So fucking beautiful, it made my chest ache.
I had missed her so much for so long, this felt surreal.
At the same time, I felt as though I needed to sear this into my memory so I could revisit when I needed a reminder of all the things I loved.
Watching the two of them … it provided me with intense pleasure in a way most people would never understand.
Once Gage had rid Kylie of her remaining clothes, he moved to stand behind her again.
I took the initiative to strip him of his clothing while his hands moved over her, caressing all that beautiful alabaster skin.
Once they were beneath the spray of warm water, I didn’t waste time, shedding my clothes with haste.
And then there we were, the three of us again. It was a moment that would forever be etched in my brain, one of those memories you could feel.
I stepped up to Kylie, cupping her face. I memorized every nuance of her expression as I leaned in, but the moment she lifted up to meet me, my brain went on the fritz. Sensation replaced thought, pleasure replaced reflection, and I was lost to her.
So fucking lost.
The gentle sweep of her tongue against mine.
The smooth contours of her neck, her shoulders.
She was so fucking soft.
“Kylie,” I whispered, emotion bubbling in my chest, threatening to explode out of me.
“I’m here,” she said softly, her fingertips gliding along my jaw as she peered back at me.
Yes. Yes, she was. My wife was alive. She was home with us, safe.
I looked up, meeting Gage’s eyes, needing confirmation that this wasn’t a dream, that I wasn’t going to wake up any minute now.
There was a softness in his gaze. It was the look that spoke of understanding and love.
He knew exactly what I was feeling, what I’d been feeling for the past two months since Kylie came home to us.
Every second felt precious, yet each time I blinked, I was terrified I would find it had all been a mirage, an optical illusion brought on by the grief that had never disappeared.
Kylie shifted back, turning so that she could see us both. Her hands glided over my arm as I watched her do the same to Gage.
For a brief moment, time stood still as the three of us stared at one another.
It was the first time since her return that we’d all been in the moment together.
The past couple of months had been a test of patience and strength.
Rather than attempt to get closer, I’d been holding back, giving Kylie the space she needed to acclimate once again.
But here. Now.
“God, I’ve fuckin’ missed you,” I whispered before reaching for her again.
Pulling her against me, I crushed my mouth to hers, unable to control the need, the desire. It was like high-octane jet fuel was pumping through my veins, amplifying everything. The passion that had been on the back burner was now the driving force.
“Love me,” Kylie pleaded. “Love me. Both of you.”
I pulled back, peering into her eyes to ensure she knew what she was requesting. I saw the same emotions reflecting in the brilliant blue of her beautiful eyes.
“You lead, baby. We’ll follow.”
Before I could take my next breath, Kylie’s mouth crushed to mine. I grabbed her, yanking her against me. I managed to harness some of my strength, refusing to hurt her no matter how out of control I felt.
When she turned to Gage, I watched as their kiss ignited, admiring Gage’s strong hands gently gliding down Kylie’s back as he pulled her into him.
I could watch these two for hours. Hell, possibly days. I could never explain what they did to me, how their presence sated a longing deep inside me. Watching them was a pleasure I’d only ever felt when I was with them.
“Please…” Kylie whimpered. “Touch me.”
Unable to resist, I closed the gap between us, pressing up against her back. Placing my hands on her shoulders, I worked my way down to her wrists, then to her hips. I kept going, bending my knees, lowering as I worked my way down, down, down.
I pressed my lips to her smooth skin, the water filling my mouth when she would move from time to time. Not that I cared. I could stay in this shower with the two of them for the rest of my days and be content.
As I shifted to my knees, ignoring the bite of the hard tile beneath me, Kylie turned. I peered up at her, unable to hide the hunger that I knew was etched into every line of my face. I wanted her. So fucking much.
Kylie leaned back, Gage keeping her propped up as his hands caressed her breasts, his fingertips plucking her nipples lightly.
“Travis…” Kylie put her hand on my head, tugging me closer.
I did as she wished, pressing my lips to her belly. I inched lower until I was at the apex of her thighs. Her soft gasps were the only direction I needed. She shifted her legs, her stance widening so that I had access to where she needed me most. With one last look up into her face, I smiled.
“I won’t stop until you come,” I warned, surprised by the words. I’d been doing my best to be gentle with her. It had been hell sometimes, but it was necessary as she healed, both physically and mentally.
Her smile was ferocious. “I won’t let you stop.”
Those words were the trigger. I put my hand behind her right knee and lifted her leg, her pussy flowering open.
God, she was so fucking beautiful.
Without wasting another precious second, I feasted.
Kylie
The instant Travis’s tongue thrashed against my clit, I exploded.
It wasn’t a voluntary action. It was the pressure point that released years’ worth of pent-up need.
I cried out, my knees turning to Jell-O.
Luckily, Gage was behind me, holding me up.
“Jesus fuck,” Travis hissed, looking up at me, his expression full of wonder and urgency.
“More,” I insisted. “Don’t stop.”
His blue-gray eyes were alive with heat.
A second later, his mouth was on me again.
The sensation was overwhelming at first, but then the pleasure soaked every nerve ending, drenching me in liquid heat.
Covering Gage’s hands, which were still cupping my breasts, I urged him to touch me.
I wanted both of them. At the same time.
I wanted to feel their hands, their mouths, their cocks.
I wanted to lose myself. Not because I feared I would never have it again, but because I’d missed this.
The pleasure.
The need.
The connection.
“Oh, God,” I groaned, dropping my head back against Gage’s chest. “I’m gonna come again.”
“Come for us,” Gage growled in my ear, his strong hands kneading my breasts.
Travis’s tongue was relentless in its pursuit of my orgasm.
This time, I rode out the sensations as they built.
Higher. Higher still. And then there I was, at the pinnacle, holding on, unwilling to let go because I didn’t want it to stop.
I thought for a second I could linger there forever, but Travis proved me wrong when he pushed one thick finger inside me.
A tsunami of pleasure rushed over me, knocking me off the razor-sharp edge. The freefall was glorious as the orgasm raced through every cell, every molecule.
I was boneless, unable to hold myself up.
That didn’t seem to bother Travis or Gage because the next thing I knew, the water was off and the three of us were in our bed.
They must’ve dried me off at some point, but I didn’t remember.
My brain was hazy, my body sated for the first time in forever.
I propped myself up on the pillows, still attempting to catch my breath while the two of them touched me, gently, reverently.
I didn’t halt their ministrations, but I had motives of my own, wanting to drink them in, to admire their big, hard bodies as they gravitated toward one another.
It was just like it had been before. Their focus on me, but their desire for one another was a living, breathing thing that made it impossible for them to avoid the inevitable.
When Travis grabbed the back of Gage’s neck, pulling him in for a kiss, I stared unabashedly. They looked so good together. So right.
They moved, lifting up onto their knees so that they weren’t hovering directly over me. I could see them better like this, so I watched, admiring every inch of them.
Wanting to be part of it, I sat up, sliding my hands over their backs. The initial touch had them pulling apart, but I solved that problem by urging them with my hands, gently nudging them closer until they were once again liplocked.
Eager to explore, I took the opportunity to let my hands wander.
My palms grazed hard muscle, crisp hair, smooth skin as I touched them.
I took my time, but as though they had a mind of their own, my hands sought their cocks.
When I started stroking them both at the same time, their mouths separated, and their full attention shifted back to me.
Sitting back on their haunches, I had them right where I wanted them. In the palm of my hands.
“Fuck, baby,” Travis hissed, his hips thrusting forward, his cock pumping in my fist.
Lifting my gaze, I met his and then Gage’s. “I want to feel you inside me. Both of you.”
Travis gripped my wrist, halting my hand mid-stroke.
I wasn’t sure how it happened, but I was once again on my back, both of them hovering over me as they relaxed on each side of me.
“Tonight, we’re gonna take it slow,” Travis said, his tone leaving little room for argument.
“I don’t want slow.”
“It’s been a really long time,” Gage whispered, his lips grazing my shoulder.
“So?”
“We don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t,” I countered, although I wasn’t sure that was true. Taking them both at the same time was likely an impossibility at this point. It had been a long time. And Travis’s thick finger had been the only thing to enter my body in a lifetime.
“I want to watch,” Travis said. “Let me watch the two of you together.”
That was his compromise, I knew. He was replacing what I had asked for with something equally as satisfying. It was just one of many selfless acts Travis had performed in an effort to give me whatever I needed.