Nicole Edwards - Holidays With the Walker Brothers

“Fuck me,” Travis groaned. “Harder.”

Gage’s power intensified as he rammed his cock deep inside his ass, forcing Travis’ hypersensitive cock into Kylie with shallow strokes, over and over until he couldn’t hold back any longer.

“Fucking come for me, Gage,” Travis roared as his cock exploded inside of Kylie, jerking sharply as he spilled himself inside of her sweet, lithe body.

A low growl echoed from behind him as Gage stilled, his fingers now burrowed painfully into his skin as he erupted inside of his ass, making Travis’ body hum one last time.

The three of them stood motionless for a minute or two while they tried to catch their breath. When Gage pulled out, Travis was quick to follow.

It was high time they had a shower.

Helping Kylie to stand, Travis pulled her against him and pressed a kiss to her lips before saying, “You mind asking him to move that tree one more time? I kinda like this aggressive side of his.”

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Ethan

Two weeks after Thanksgiving

Ethan rolled out from underneath the truck that he was working on, but he didn’t bother to get up. Staring up at the twenty-foot high metal ceiling of the place he considered his office, he listened to the music blaring through the speakers, shaking his head. He was going to have to plug up his iPod if the radio station insisted on tossing in Christmas music.

He deserved credit for dealing with all of the holly jolly going on around him, especially from his brothers who’d recently jumped into relationships, but he certainly wasn’t all that interested in the ho-ho-ho like they were. There was no Christmas tree at his house, no poinsettias sitting on his front porch or on his kitchen counter, no blinking lights to greet him when he got home.

Then again, he found himself spending more and more time at his parents’ house these days than anywhere else and honestly, he knew it was because he was a coward – avoiding the lonely house, not running the risk of company he didn’t want. And since his mother enjoyed making dinner for him, who was he to argue.

“You awake over there?” Blake called from the other side of the shop, the clanking sound of a wrench hitting concrete echoing along with his voice.

Closing his eyes, Ethan sighed.

That was the main reason he wasn’t spending much time at home.

Blake.

Or rather the intense feelings Ethan had surprisingly established in recent months. For someone who was not Blake. And if that wasn’t a punch in the nuts, he didn’t know what was.

Finding it difficult to be alone with Blake these days, he generally tried to avoid situations that would result in opportunities like this one. Unfortunately, when they were working, they were the only two there, and there wasn’t a damn thing he could do to avoid that unless he fired Blake. The thought had occurred to him, but he wasn’t interested in doing double the work, so he opted for the lesser of two evils.

It wasn’t like the sex between him and Blake wasn’t good. Quite the opposite, honestly. Yet he found himself battling Blake’s need to be exclusive, and by exclusive, Blake wanted to announce to the world that they were a couple as though staking a claim on Ethan was going to make this any more of a relationship.

Not gonna happen.

They were most certainly not a couple. Not now, and probably not ever, intense orgasms be damned. On top of that, Ethan wasn’t interested in announcing anything about his relationships – sexual or otherwise.

And he had several reasons for that, one of them being that no matter how hard he tried to avoid the truth, there was someone else. Someone who had caught his eye and made him want things he never even realized were a possibility.

Too bad he had no idea what, if anything, to do about that.

Pushing to his feet, Ethan wiped his grimy hands on one of the shop towels that were haphazardly scattered around the floor at his feet. When he stood to his full height, he came face to face with Blake.

Knowing he would look like an asshole if he backed up and put space between them, he stood his ground and stared back at the handsome man.

“Need something?”

Blake didn’t answer, but the passion in his eyes was unmistakable.

Shit.

“I can think of one thing,” Blake said gruffly, moving in close.

This time Ethan did back up, but he was limited in his retreat when he was forced up against the truck he’d just been working on. Stuck between a truck and a hard place, Ethan had no idea how to avoid the inevitable. Nor was he sure he even wanted to.

It was clear that Blake wasn’t taking any hints, what with Ethan trying to limit the time they spent together. Then again, he had to admit that he was sporting a serious hard on brought on by too many thoughts of someone else.

Someone he couldn’t have.

Which made Blake convenient. And Ethan a total prick.

But even given that self-revelation, Ethan found he couldn’t resist the urge.

“What are you waiting for?” Ethan goaded him, reaching for his own jeans and easing the intense discomfort by pulling his cock out.

Blake’s eyes widened, his mouth hanging open slightly, but he didn’t move. Keeping his tone firm, Ethan told him exactly what he wanted from him. “I want to watch you suck my dick. Right here.”

Ethan was used to being the one in control. It was natural for him. He didn’t take much shit from anyone, inside or outside of the bedroom. Or right here in the open as it would be. And Blake seemed more than content to accommodate his aggressive instruction.

Once Blake was on his knees in front of him, Ethan leaned back against the truck, his full attention on the man in front of him. Sliding his hands into Blake’s silky hair, he pulled him closer, not roughly, but enough to let Blake know what he wanted.

As his cock disappeared into the blazing hot depths of Blake’s talented mouth, Ethan groaned. His eyes closed on their own, and he was immediately assaulted by the image of a different man on his knees in front of him. Forcing the idea out of his head, he concentrated on picturing Blake’s handsome face, his callused hands as they gripped his shaft, his tongue as it teased the rigid vein on the underside of his cock.

“Awww, fuck,” Ethan groaned.

It felt so damn good.

But no matter how hard he tried, he still pictured Blake as someone else. And that other man was a threat to his control.

Something Ethan wasn’t willing to part with.

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Beau

Beau had absolutely no idea what he was doing, but against his better judgment, he had left work and driven straight to Walker Demolition. Bypassing the main office, he continued on to the mechanic shop where Ethan was known to spend more than enough time on a daily basis. Didn’t seem to matter if it was seven in the morning or seven in the evening, Ethan was generally working.

Parking his truck, Beau noticed by the additional truck in the parking lot that Blake was also there and that ever present niggle of anger was tingling at the base of Beau’s skull. He did not like Blake, but not for obvious reasons.

It was true, Beau had developed some sort of strange attraction to Ethan Walker and the how and why was yet to be determined. But that wasn’t the reason he disliked Blake.

No, he wasn’t all that fond of Ethan’s on-and-off boyfriend because the man was a lying bastard. Then again, it had been a complete coincidence that Beau had stumbled upon the guy at a restaurant over in a neighboring town after that disaster of a date Beau had gone on. Granted, that had been damn near six months ago, but Beau couldn’t seem to shake off the memory.