Nicole Edwards - Travis

“Travis and Gage called to talk to me. Said that you were very important to them and before I started asking questions, they wanted to meet me face to face so they could answer any that I might have. Pretty smart guys you’ve got there.”

“So you talked to them?” Kylie peered up at her father’s face.

“I did. They took me to lunch, Travis told me how you and him met, informed me about the wedding and apologized for not coming to me back then. Then Gage filled in the blanks on the little reunion.” Joe frowned and paused.

“I’m sorry, Daddy. I know I should’ve told you the whole story. But I love them,” she said firmly. “I love them, and I didn’t want you to be upset with them or disappointed in me.”

Joe leaned in and kissed her softly on the forehead. “Little girl, I could never be disappointed with you. This is your life, and I’m proud of the decisions you’ve made. Doesn’t mean I always understand them.”

Kylie sat motionless on her bed, staring at her father. The man she adored, who loved her unconditionally. She wasn’t sure where along the way she’d altered her view of him. He’d always been her biggest supporter, yet she somehow forgot that. “So you don’t have any questions? No concerns?”

Joe tilted her chin up. “Trust me, I took care of all questions with Travis and Gage. I wanted to know their intentions. Like I said, they’re smart ones. They came prepared. Answered everything I threw at them. And like I said, they’re extremely protective of you.”

Kylie’s heart swelled. Her worst fear had been overcome. Her father was accepting the men she loved. “Well, I’m happy, Daddy. I promise you. They make me extremely happy.”

Joe’s smile widened, mischievously. “That’s good. Considering how hard headed and stubborn you are, I always wondered whether one man would be able to handle you.”

Kylie shouldered him playfully, and Joe laughed as he stood to his feet. “Seriously, Kylie, the only thing that matters to me is that you’re happy.”

“I am, Daddy.” Kylie pushed to her feet to stand beside her father. “And the only thing that matters to me… is paying those two back for putting me through this.”

Her father laughed, and she felt the vibration through her shoulders. “That’s my girl.”

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Four months later…

“Don’t move,” Kylie said as she disappeared out of the room.

“What do you mean don’t move?” Travis hollered after her. “You tied me to the fucking bed! I don’t have much of a choice.”

Gage laughed as he moved up on the bed beside Travis. “Did you enjoy it?”

Travis turned his head to look at the man he’d spent the last few months making love to and sleeping in the same bed with and he grinned. “You’re damn right I did, but I’m not gonna tell her that.”

“I heard that!” Kylie yelled from inside the enormous master closet.

Travis didn’t wipe the smirk off of his face. He couldn’t, even if he tried.

When Gage began untying him from the bed posts, Travis relaxed into the mattress, rubbing his wrists where the restraints had bit into his arms. He looked around the room and smiled. Even months later, he still couldn’t believe the remarkable transformation Kylie had made to the house.

Not only had she revived almost every piece of building material, somehow she’d found square footage and Travis and Gage still had no idea where she got it from. He was pretty sure the master bathroom was triple its original size, and the small shower they’d crammed into originally was now big enough for ten people. It also happened to be one of the places they spent a lot of time in. A lot of time.

But Kylie hadn’t stopped with the bedrooms and bathrooms. The downstairs was bigger too. The entry was no longer separated into small rooms. The space was open, flowing right up the stairs as well as into the living room. What had originally been awkwardly laid out – not to mention paneled in that hideous wood – now looked... Well, it looked like a farmhouse built in the 1800s, if they’d, in fact, been around when it was built.

Which they hadn’t been, and Travis liked to give Kylie a hard time about it.

There weren’t any modern light fixtures or any fancy geometric shapes or any of those sinks that come on by themselves, but the house was breathtaking. The appliances were all new, the kitchen was spacious enough now to contain their entire family. And it did. Often.

Kylie had originally complained that she wouldn’t be able to entertain that many people. She only did that once, by the way. Complain that is. Every time after, which was occurring almost weekly these days, that she invited the entire Walker clan over, she was handling them all as though she’d been in the family for years.

Pushing up on the bed and reclining against the headboard, Travis waited patiently for Kylie to return. He knew there wasn’t any rushing her. Ever.

He remembered the week she had decided she wanted to remodel the master bedroom. Thankfully, she’d allowed the subcontracted crews to come in and tear out the bathroom and replace everything with more modern renditions of the old stuff she was so captivated by. But once that was done, and they had built the custom walk-in closet, she’d insisted that Gage and Travis stay out of the room until she was finished with it.

Considering they had another king size bed in one of the guest rooms to sleep in, they hadn’t complained. Too much. They had, however, made sure to inform Kylie every night when they crawled into bed, exactly what she had to do to make up for kicking them out of their bedroom. Travis was pretty sure Kylie had enjoyed that as much as they had.

But he was glad they’d been able to move back into the master suite, especially after she got through with it. The walls had been painted a dark gray, and heavy, black drapes hung over the windows so they could eliminate all light when necessary – which was never necessary, but Travis didn’t point that out either. They still had the same furniture that Travis’ parents had purchased for them specifically – although, at the time, they’d thought it was just for Gage. There was also a freestanding fireplace in the corner that they never got to use either because it didn’t get cold enough in Texas, but Travis learned right-quick that telling Kylie that was not in his best interest.

But aside from the relaxing colors and the unnecessary accessories (again he’d keep that part to himself) what Travis loved the most was the huge, flat panel television that she had put on the wall at the end of the bed. Ok, that was kind of a lie. What he really loved was the vast collection of porn that Kylie had somehow acquired over the last few months.

Yes, the woman was insatiable.

Did he mention she was absolutely perfect? Well, he meant to.

“What are you doing in there?” Gage called to Kylie, rerouting Travis’ thoughts to the present.

“You don’t worry about that,” she called out, and they both laughed.

“Remember that spanking you got last week?” Gage asked as he rearranged his naked body close to Travis.

“I certainly do,” she said, her voice muffled as she moved around in the closet.

Travis glanced over at Gage. “It’s not gonna help to threaten her with another. She enjoyed that.”

“She did, didn’t she?” Gage grinned, leaning over and pressing a kiss against Travis’ mouth.

“What was that for?” he asked.

“Because I can.”

“Think so, huh?” Travis asked. “Well, I dare you to do it again, then.”

When Gage moved in closer, Travis met him half way and managed to ease them down onto the bed until he was practically on top of Gage. They might’ve just had mind blowing orgasms, but Travis loved this part of it just as much. He found he could get lost for hours in Gage’s and Kylie’s kisses. Not that they had an exorbitant amount of free time these days to just fool around, but they carved out as much time as they could.