Holidays With the Walker Brothers (3 page)

♂♀

Zane

“What’d
you think?” Zane asked after he and V had jumped in his Jeep for the short ride
back to their house situated on his parents’ land.

“About
what?”

“The
tree. Good grief, woman. What’ve you been doing all day?” He laughed.

Pulling
up close to the house, Zane parked and then hopped out. He was in a hurry to
get inside, but it didn’t have anything to do with the temperature. The weather
was surprisingly mild for November, but then again, this was Texas, so cold
weather didn’t normally infiltrate their neck of the woods until a little later
in the year.

“Awww,
did you need a pat on the back, Zane Walker? Or maybe a cookie for being such a
good boy?” V teased as they made their way up the steps.

Pushing
open the door, he rushed her inside as she stared back at him like he was
crazy.

And
he was.

Crazy
mad with lust.

Watching
her all day, unable to run his hands all over her sweet body but wanting to
sneak her off and make her scream his name had been pure and utter hell.

Looking
at V, he kept his expression serious as he said, “I’ll take the cookie.”

Shutting
the door behind him, Zane stalked her farther into the house, his body humming
with the need to get inside of her. He would’ve thought that the more time that
passed, his craving for her would subside. Quite the opposite actually. Zane
found that every single day he wanted her with a renewed hunger.

“What
are you doing?” she asked, her eyes wide, a knowing smile on her lips.

“I’m
pretty sure you just promised me a cookie,” he said, pursuing her across the
main living area. “And I automatically assumed that cookie was a code word
for…” He let the sentence hang, she could fill in the blanks.

V
continued walking backward until her butt ran smack into the pool table in the
far corner of the wide open space.

“Mmmm,”
she moaned when he trapped her between his body and the unmoving pool table. He
pressed up against her, their bodies touching knee to chest, his cock heavy and
aching as he ground himself intimately between her thighs. “Why does it always
lead right back to this pool table?”

“Because
you’re so fucking hot laid out on it,” he explained, his wandering hands taking
on a life of their own, deftly slipping her sweater up and over her head.
“Damn, I like this one,” he said, referring to the red and black bra that she
wore on rare occasions, usually when she wanted to get him all worked up.

At
this point, she could’ve been wearing plain cotton underwear, and he wouldn’t
give a damn. The goods were what was underneath all that satin and lace.

“I
knew you did,” she whispered, slipping her hands into his hair and pulling his
face closer to hers. When her lips were hovering mere inches from his, she
whispered, “You should see the other piece that matches it.”

Tease.

Zane
pressed his nose to hers and smiled. “I fully intend to.”

Lifting
her easily, he helped her to sit on the edge of the pool table and proceeded to
pull off her boots. When she was left with only the bra, her skirt, and the
secret she hid beneath, he took a minute to stare at her.

“What’re
you waiting for?” she questioned, her eyes bright with a familiar glimmering
passion.

“Can’t
a man just enjoy the view every once in a while?”

V
pretended to consider him, grinning. And then the little minx spread her legs
farther apart and leaned back, using her hands to prop herself up. The position
gave him a little peek beneath her skirt. He stepped between her thighs,
forcing them open even more as he pushed the skirt up high on her trim thighs,
revealing the little red panties with the tiny black bows on the side. He
wanted to pull them off with his teeth, but then again, this was one of her
favorite sets – not to mention one of his too – so he knew he had to be gentle
until he got her fully naked.

“Lay
back and lift your hips,” he demanded, his eyes never straying from between her
thighs, the damp fabric of her panties making him even crazier. He had half a
mind to just end his suffering and drive his iron hard cock right into her, but
from what he’d learned, this was less about speed and more about making her
squirm. He wanted to savor her, to feast on her for a while and listen as she
screamed her pleasure.

“Pushy
cowboy,” V teased.

“Damn
straight.” Leaning over her as he stood between her legs, Zane kissed her lips
lightly, and helped her to ease down onto her back. “Now that’s what I’m
talkin’ about.”

Sweeping
the skirt down her legs, he had her nearly naked in seconds. Locking his gaze
to hers, Zane flattened his palms on her thighs and ran them up her legs before
sliding his index fingers beneath her panties – one on each side of her smooth,
bare pussy lips.

“Damn,
baby,” he growled. “You’re wet.”

“What
did you expect?” she asked, her lids lowered, her sharp inhale a telling sign
that he was doing something right.

When
she tried to move closer to his fingers, he pressed his palms against her
thighs to hold her in place.

“Oh,
no you don’t. In case you don’t remember, I didn’t have dessert yet, and you
promised me a cookie.”

“That’s
your fault. If I recall correctly, dessert was served a little while ago.” V’s
eyes opened wide, her mouth continuing to move, but Zane was focused on sliding
his fingers through her slick heat, teasing her clit delicately.

He
kept up the gentle torture until she bowed her back, her breasts thrusting up
toward the ceiling as she moaned loud enough to wake the neighbors.

God,
he fucking loved when she did that.

Luckily,
they didn’t have neighbors.

“Do
you like that?”

“God,
yes,” she groaned, her hips undulating beneath his hands.

“How
about this?” he asked as he slipped one finger inside her tight pussy, teasing
lightly with a back and forth motion.

“Zane!”
His name spilled from her lips in at least four syllables, and he couldn’t hide
the smile.

“That
wasn’t enough?” Pushing the index finger of his other hand inside her pussy, alongside
the first, he watched as V writhed and moaned, her hands reaching out to try
and grab something, but there was nothing within reach.

Slipping
his fingers out, he quickly pulled her panties down her legs, letting them
flutter to the floor beneath him before he leaned in and placed a tender kiss
to her clit.

“Oh…”
V whispered, her body stilling instantly, giving Zane the perfect opportunity
to drag his tongue back and forth over the hardened nub.

“Spread
your legs more for me, baby. I need to use my hands, so you’ll have to keep
them open for me,” Zane insisted, keeping his palms flat against her thighs
until she did exactly as instructed. “That’s my girl.”

With
full use of his hands once again, Zane separated her slick folds, letting his
breath feather against the sensitive tissue until she was once again trying to
get closer to his mouth.

“Please,”
she begged.

“Please
what?”

“Lick
me.”

He
loved that about V. She wasn’t scared to ask for what she wanted.

“Where?”

“My
pussy. Damn it, Zane. Lick my pussy!”

“Yes,
ma’am. No need to be so bossy,” he said with a laugh before diving in, his
tongue sliding through her soft, warm folds, testing the sensitivity before he
plunged in deep, using his thumb to torment her clit as he fucked her with his
tongue.

“Zane!
Oh, fuck!”

He
loved when she screamed like that. He wanted her to get loud enough to raise
the roof, to inform the world exactly who owned her pleasure.

Switching,
he lapped at her clit with relentless flicks of his tongue while plunging two
fingers inside her, letting her muscles tighten as her orgasm erupted, her
thighs clamping down around his head and holding him in place.

As
she began to relax, he eased up, savoring the taste of her, but trying not to
torment her – or himself – any longer.

“Now
it’s my turn,” he said, pushing to his full height as he gripped his t-shirt
behind his head and pulled it up and off before quickly shedding his jeans.

V
looked almost peaceful as she stared up at him, a satisfied smile on her
beautiful lips. Yep, he loved this damned pool table. Considering he couldn’t
beat her at pool, he damn sure had to find his satisfaction somehow, and this
certainly was one of the best ways to do that.

Lining
his cock up against her entrance, Zane gripped his shaft and eased into her
slowly, watching as her eyes closed, her mouth fell open. If the sensation was
even remotely as intense for her as it was for him, he couldn’t blame her for
trying to block everything else out. It was all he could do to maintain his
grip on his sanity when he plunged deep inside her body, becoming one with this
incredible woman. The woman he loved. The one who owned him – heart and soul.

“Tight,”
he groaned through gritted teeth. “And wet.”

V
opened her eyes and smiled, gifting him with the most magnificent gift a man
could ever ask for. “I love you,” she whispered.

Pulling
her hips closer to the edge of the table, he cushioned her butt on his hands to
keep the edge from digging into her skin as he slowly penetrated her, then
pulled out.

“I
love you more,” he whispered, his eyes threatening to close as her fiery heat
engulfed him, milking him while her muscles held him firmly in place. “God,
baby, you feel so good.”

“I
was thinking the same thing,” she giggled.

Her
muscles tensed with her laughter, making him snap his teeth together as he
fought the impending climax that had been patiently sitting dormant all damn
day.

“I’ve
got to fuck you now,” he warned her as he slid out, ensuring the engorged head
remained nestled within her warm depths before he slammed into her again.

Luckily
his hands were big because he had to latch his thumbs over her hips to hold her
in place and still cushion her ass as he lifted her slightly. The angle was
more than perfect, her tight sheath stroking him as he hurried his pace, thrusting
forward hard and then slowly retreating. He didn’t know which was more erotic,
watching his cock slide deep inside of her body, or watching her gorgeous tits
as they swayed, that red and black bra barely containing them and doing little
to keep them from sensually shifting back and forth with each thrust.

“You’re
so fucking beautiful, V,” he said, his release building, his balls tightening
and that telltale tingle starting at the base of his spine. “Fuck,” he groaned
as he slammed into her hard, holding her in place.

As
sweat broke out on his forehead, Zane concentrated all of his efforts on
sending her into hyperspace, worried that he was going to freefall before he
ever sent her over. “Come for me, V. Come all over my fucking cock.”

V’s
pussy gripped him, threatening his resolve, but Zane refused to…

“Fuck
yes! Zane!”

Now
that was more like it.

Without
conscious thought, Zane came with a vicious rush, holding V’s hips still, his
body jerking, spasming as he spent himself inside of her.

As
he came down from that intensely satisfying sexual high, he grinned down at his
woman and smiled. “Have I mentioned how much I love you?”

V
flashed him another sexy grin. “You have. But you’re more than welcome to tell
me as often as you like.”

♂♂

Gage

Saturday
after Thanksgiving

Gage
was beyond exhausted, and the holiday season had just begun. He actually wanted
to be enjoying his Saturday at home, except, somehow Kylie had managed to
convince him and Travis to go hunting for a Christmas tree on the same day
everyone else was out looking for one. Did she come along to supervise? Of
course not. Something about needing to get some work done. What he figured she
was really trying to say was that she wanted to get the two of them out of the
house for a little while.

So
that meant they were snapping pictures and sending them to her, in hopes that
she would approve of at least one of the trees that they managed to find at a
little roadside stand just outside of Coyote Ridge.

Since
she hadn’t been thrilled with any of them so far, Travis had informed him that
they had one more place to try. And if she didn’t like one of those, he was
going to Walmart and grabbing a fake one that she’d just have to deal with.
Travis’ exact words.

So,
as Gage moved through the rows of trees at what he hoped was their last stop of
the afternoon, he was only half seeing what they had in stock. Mostly he was
watching as Travis moved easily through the forest of green that would
eventually grace someone’s living room as they awaited Christmas Day.

Gage
just wanted to go home.

“Fucking
hell,” Gage groaned. “Why won’t this one do?”

Travis
turned around to face him, causing Gage to stop suddenly or slam into him as
they passed yet another perfectly acceptable Christmas tree. Before he knew
what was happening, Travis’ hand snaked out, sliding behind his neck as he
pulled him close.

Without
warning – ok, maybe there was a little warning based on how close Travis got –
his lover slammed his mouth down on his and eagerly stole a kiss. Grabbing
Travis’ shirt, Gage twisted his hands in the soft cotton, pulling him closer as
he sought the one thing that would at least take the edge off of his
frustration temporarily.

“God,
you taste good,” he moaned softly into Travis’ mouth.

“If
there weren’t little kids around, I’d shove you to your knees and bury my cock
in your mouth,” Travis breathed roughly against his ear when he pulled back.

“Well,
that’s more incentive to find the damned tree and go home.”

Linking
his fingers with Gage’s, Travis pulled him along as they continued through the
trees at the far end of the lot.

“This
one’ll do,” Travis said when they came upon another bristly green tree that
looked just like every other one they had looked at.

“Want
me to take a pic?” Gage offered as he reached for his cell phone.

“Nope.”
Travis stared at the tree, then turned to face Gage. “Don’t move.”

Within
minutes, Travis was back with one of the attendants and they were putting the
moves on the tree to get it prepared to take a trip down the highway.

Once
they’d paid up and were back in the truck, Gage put it in gear and pulled out
of the relatively empty parking lot. “She’s gonna kick your ass, you know that,
right?”

“I’m
sure she will, but we’ll deal with that when we get home.”

Gage
shot a quick glance at Travis and grinned. Yeah, he was pretty sure he
understood exactly how Travis intended to “deal” with Kylie.

And
he couldn’t fucking wait.

♂♀♂

Kylie

Kylie
dropped her phone back onto the table and smiled. She wasn’t sure exactly how much
longer she’d be able to stall them, but considering the sales she’d seen, she
knew she had to get them out of her hair long enough to make an effort to find
something for them for Christmas.

She’d
already received Gage’s opinion on the matter loud and clear. He wasn’t at all
thrilled about being sent out on a Saturday in search of a Christmas tree, but
it had been the only idea she could come up with at the time. Honestly, at
least half of the pictures they’d sent her already were trees she would’ve been
fine with. Only then, she wouldn’t have time to continue her internet search.

At
the moment, she was chatting with one of the sales people at the big box
electronics store, hoping to get just the thing for Gage. It wasn’t that she
knew exactly what it was she was searching for, but she had a decent idea.

Another
text came in, and she grabbed her phone to read the screen.

Found
it. On the way home.

Wait.
What?

How
did they find one? She hadn’t given them go ahead to come home.

Glancing
down at the sales ads lining the kitchen table, she knew she had to hurry.

Crap,
crap, crap.

Running
to the coffee machine, she started a fresh pot, intending to appear relaxed
when they got home. After all, she didn’t want them to know what she’d been up
to.

After
sliding all of the ads into a pile and shoving them into the bottom cabinet
where they kept the blender and the hand mixers that no one ever used, she
rushed back to get her coffee.

By
the time she was camped out on the couch, the television on and a cup of coffee
by her side, she was sweating. Next time she’d have to be a little more
prepared. It didn’t surprise her that her men had finally given up on her and
picked out a tree on their own. She could practically feel Gage’s tension in
his texts.

Taking
a sip of her coffee and getting comfortable on the couch, she smiled to
herself. She’d just have to make it up to him.

But,
as another idea came to her, maybe she could make him work a little more for
it.

♂♂♀

Travis

“Move
it
where
?” Gage asked several hours later, clearly exasperated by
Kylie’s constant need to move the Christmas tree – now strung with lights, but
lacking ornaments – from one corner to another.

As
if the afternoon hadn’t been taxing enough.

“Over
there,” Kylie instructed and Travis opted to step back – several paces at that
– to get out of the path of destruction that might just take place if she
didn’t settle on one place and stick with it. It’d been a long time since
Travis had seen Gage strung this tight.

It
might be entertaining to watch Gage lose his patience, but Travis knew there
was only so far the cop could be pushed before he snapped like a twig. But he
was sexy as fucking hell doing it, so Travis didn’t mind watching from time to
time.

“
Again?
We just moved it from over there,” Gage huffed.

“Yes,
but I want to try it again,” she informed him, her hands on her hips and her
pert little nose sticking up as though she were the alpha and they were just
her servants.

The
thought made Travis grin.

As
he watched the chaos ensue, he figured he needed to get more comfortable. And
what better way than to plop his ass down on the couch with a cold one. It
didn’t take him long to slip into the kitchen, grab a beer from the fridge and
sneak back. Neither of them ever even noticed he had left.

Kylie
moved back a few feet, studying the corner where the tree now stood – somewhat
lopsided thanks to Gage’s impatience with the whole thing.

“What
if we mo–”

Before
Kylie could get the question out, Travis set his beer on the side table and
grabbed her around the waist, pulling her down onto his lap. Taken entirely by
surprise, Kylie squealed and then started laughing.

“What
if we do something different besides rearrange the living room a hundred
times?” he asked, his arms wrapped firmly around her waist, her arms trapped at
her sides.

“Like
what?” she asked sweetly. “Y’all want to clean? The kitchen could use a good
scrubbing. Or maybe the bathrooms.”

Digging
his fingers into her side, Travis tickled her, making her giggle as she tried
to get away. When Kylie started to squirm, Travis tilted his hips upward,
effectively letting her grind that gorgeous ass right over his excited cock.

“Damn,
baby,” he groaned. “Keep doing that, and I won’t care if you ever even get your
clothes off.”

Kylie
stopped moving instantly. At first, Travis thought it was due to his comment,
but then he looked around her to see Gage standing just a few inches away, his
jeans pushed to his thighs and his cock jutting out from his body.

Damn,
the man was so fucking hot. His cock was long and thick as he stroked himself
slowly, his gaze intent on Kylie as he moved closer to them.

“Suck
me,” Gage ordered, his tone dripping with authority. “Don’t let her go,
Travis.”

Yes,
sir
,
Travis thought to himself as he pushed up to a sitting position, his chest
pressed against Kylie’s back.

Travis
wouldn’t have been able to look away if he was forced to. He wanted to reach
out and touch Gage, wrap his fist around the swollen shaft and stroke him hard
and fast. Licking his lips involuntarily, Travis leaned forward, his lips close
to Kylie’s ear.

“Suck
him, baby. I want to watch while he fucks your mouth,” Travis encouraged,
keeping his arms banded around her, although she had ceased moving. This right
here... It made all the hassle of looking for the perfect tree worth it.

“Make
me.” Kylie dared him. Had she not chuckled, her laughter vibrating against his
groin, Travis might’ve thought she was serious.

“My
pleasure,” Gage growled, sliding his hand into her hair and pulling her forward
as he brushed the engorged head of his cock against her lips.

Travis
watched. As a matter of fact, he sat motionless as Gage slid his thick shaft
deep into Kylie’s mouth, his hand gripping her hair gently, holding her
perfectly still. Kylie let Gage control her movements, her tongue sliding over
the head, lapping at the pre-cum that had already formed there before sucking
him fully into her mouth.

Travis
groaned.

“Ahhh,
damn, baby.” Gage moaned his pleasure, his attention focused solely on where
Kylie’s lips were wrapped around his dick. “I love your mouth on me. That’s it,
suck me. Fuck.”

Travis’
cock stirred, his stomach muscles tightening with excitement. When he dared
meet Gage’s eyes, he saw the unbridled lust darkening his sexy brown eyes.

That’s
when Gage looked at him and stopped moving.

“Now
your turn,” Gage said gruffly, pulling his cock free of Kylie’s mouth.

Travis
smirked, keeping his arms wrapped tightly around Kylie. “Make me.”

“Awww,
fuck,” Gage roared, letting go of Kylie and damn near plowing her over in his
haste to get to Travis.

Kylie
laughed and fell off of Travis’ lap, watching them as Gage all but climbed over
him.

Pinned
to the couch with two hundred plus pounds of determined sexy male on top of
him, Travis let Gage have his way. Letting his head fall back onto the couch
cushion, he waited until Gage got situated, practically standing on the couch,
one leg on each side of Travis’ body as he forced his cock past his lips.

Travis
didn’t waste any time before he sucked him in deep, hollowing out his cheeks to
pull him as far as he could, watching Gage’s fierce expression as he did. When
he started to reach up and cup Gage’s balls, Kylie’s soft, yet firm, grip
stopped him.

“Nuh-uh.
No hands,” she said roughly, her own excitement evident by her rapid breathing.

Clearly
she was enjoying this just as much as they were. So rather than touch Gage, he
linked his fingers with Kylie’s, pulling her close, loving the fact that she
was there. He wanted her to ride his cock while he sucked Gage off, and he
couldn’t think of much anything else.

Gage
began thrusting deep while retreating slowly, forcing Travis to focus and not
gag. Just when he thought Gage was going to ride the wave of his climax, he was
stunned when the other man stopped.

“I
want to be in your ass when I come,” Gage growled.

Didn’t
have to tell him twice.

When
Gage climbed down from the couch, Travis made quick work of his clothes while
Gage disappeared. Once he was naked, he turned his attention to Kylie who was
sitting on the couch with a huge grin on her face.

“Your
turn,” he said on a groan, pulling her up from her seat abruptly, causing her
to stumble as she fell into him. Without further hesitation, he fused his mouth
with hers while all but ripping her clothes from her body. Luckily she wasn’t
wearing much more than a tank top and shorts which made his job easy.

“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.”