Travis (Alluring Indulgence, #3) Read online

  “I like you,” he said, his voice almost too low to hear.

  Wow. Was he kidding?

  “You’ve got a funny way of showing it.” Kylie didn’t know what else to say to that. She wasn’t even sure how to interpret that statement.

  They’d known each other for two months before he brought her peaceful little world crashing in on her, and honestly, she had thought they were getting along nicely. They’d gone to dinner a few times, shared some laughs, and even a few kisses that had turned her knees into Play-Doh. But none of that mattered much when the person you trusted throws a curveball at you… And aims straight for your face.

  When the silence got to be too much, Kylie picked up her iced tea and her nail polish and stood to go inside. She didn’t have the restraint to sit out here and wait for him to talk. As far as she was concerned, Gage couldn’t say anything to right the wrong as it was. There was no reason to listen to him try.

  “Well, I’ve got things to do, so you’re welcome to go try to sell sorry somewhere else,” Kylie said through clenched teeth as she moved to the door.

  Just before she reached the knob on the screen door, Gage’s strong fingers wrapped around her arm and damn it all to hell, the heat in his touch was like an electric current plugged directly into her vein. On instinct, she jerked away from him and whirled around until they were face to face, spilling tea down the front of her shirt in the process, but she ignored it.

  With as much of a glare as she could muster, Kylie met Gage’s knowing brown eyes.

  “I shouldn’t have done it, Kylie. I know that now. I wish I had known it then.”

  “You can honestly stand there and tell me that you had no idea that what you were doing was wrong on so many levels? I’m not even sure you are who you say you are. Hell, maybe your name isn’t really Gage Matthews.”

  “It’s actually Jason.”

  Kylie jerked, her attention focused directly on his face. “You lied to me about your name?”

  “My full name is Jason Gage Matthews. I go by Gage.”

  “Is your birthday June twenty fourth?” Kylie had no idea why she asked that, but she knew she’d eventually catch him in another lie.

  “Yes. Born in nineteen eighty.”

  Kylie stared up at him, letting the memories of their conversations flood her. Based on the stories he told, he was a police officer and had gone to the academy fresh out of high school. His parents died when he was a teenager.

  “How did your parents die?” she questioned him and the instant the faint sadness clouded his eyes, she regretted the question.

  “They died in a car crash,” he said, his voice low and full of pain. “I was fourteen years old. They were coming back from one of my dad’s business trips in Houston. He fell asleep behind the wheel.”

  Kylie felt like a complete and total jerk. That’s the same story he’d told her the first time, and just like then, her heart broke for the little boy who lost his parents so tragically.

  “My grandparents took me in, raised me until I graduated from high school. I went to the police academy as soon as they’d let me in. I’ve been undercover for the last few years, working on various task forces. Would you like me to give you a phone number so you can verify that?” Gage grabbed the back of his neck with both hands and turned away from her, pacing several feet away and then back.

  Kylie forced herself to keep her composure. She had every right to question him. He’d obviously had ulterior motives when he showed up at her doorstep. She didn’t trust him. She had no reason to.

  “You lied about who you were and why you were here, Gage.”

  “Not true.”

  When he took a step closer, she took one step back. Her butt hit the screen door, and she realized she had nowhere to go. This wasn’t going to go well, she could feel it. Even as angry as she was, the pained look in his eyes still managed to steal an ounce of her resistance. “No?” It was the only word she could come up with.

  “No. I hired you to renovate my house.”

  “Is that right? So you’re telling me that it was just a coincidence that we both happen to know Travis Walker?” The cold chill of the tea against her skin wasn’t doing a damn thing to lessen the sweltering heat of anger forming on her insides. Heat infused her face as the anger bubbled hotter, threatening to overflow and cause a scorching stain on the wood at her feet.

  “How do you know Travis anyway? It’s obvious the two of you are friends. Or were anyway,” she said, forcing the angry tears to stay locked up behind her eyes. She could not afford for this man to see her cry. He wouldn’t understand that they weren’t sad tears.

  “We’re not friends,” Gage answered quickly.

  “Not friends. So what? Family?”

  “No,” Gage said sadly, thrusting his hands through his hair as he turned away from her. “I’ve known him most of my life.”

  “But you’re not friends? Jeezus, Gage, could you just answer the damn question?” Kylie was hovering on the edge of murderous rage, the thoughts from that day flooding back as Gage seemingly tried to explain in as few words as possible how this had all come about.

  “His brother is one of my friends,” Gage answered, turning back toward her and locking her in place with his dark brown eyes. “What about you, Kylie? What happened between you and Travis?” he asked, resuming his place in front of her so that she was once again trapped between his towering frame and the screen door. His nearness caused Kylie to lose her train of thought.

  “What?” He was not the one who should be asking questions here. As far as she was concerned, Gage Matthews should be groveling at her feet after what he did.

  “What happened? The two of you are still married. Why is that?”

  “It’s none of your damn business,” she argued, seriously tempted to launch what was left of the iced tea right in his face. Twisting out from between him and the door, Kylie managed to escape inside. She didn’t have time to shut the door before Gage was right behind her.

  “Damn it, Kylie. Talk to me.” Gage’s tone was sharp, and it only pissed her off more.

  Kylie snapped.

  Turning to face him, she gave in to the urge and threw the rest of the tea right in his too handsome face, small chips of ice and amber liquid raining down on him while her body vibrated with the strength of her rage. If she had expected satisfaction from such a juvenile act, well, she got it. The stunned look on Gage’s face made her heart flutter wildly, but she wasn’t even close to being able to smile.

  She felt her face heat further, knew she was about to scream. “Fuck you, Gage. I don’t owe you a damn thing. If you want the story, why don’t you talk to Travis? You obviously know him much better than I do. And I have nothing left to say to either one of you.”

  Doing her best not to throw the glass at him as well, Kylie turned abruptly, heading to the kitchen before slamming her glass and the bottle of nail polish on the granite countertop before taking a deep breath. She was lucky neither shattered beneath the jarring impact. Her hands were shaking, her breaths were ragged and uneven and those damn tears she had fought to hold in had spilled free, running down her face.

  The next thing Kylie knew, she was being pulled around, her body coming up flush against Gage’s hard chest seconds before he crushed his mouth to hers. Her brain told her to fight him off, to push him away because she didn’t want this, but her traitorous body ached in violent need of what he was offering.

  Wet shirt met wet shirt, hot skin melded together as the desperation won out, both of them eagerly seeking what the other was suddenly giving. Kylie thrust her fingers in Gage’s soft hair, knocking his Stetson off in the process as she held him close, their tongues licking and tasting.

  So good. Jeezus, the man could kiss. Hot, sensual. There was a thesaurus full of adjectives that came to mind describing how incredible Gage’s mouth felt against hers, but she pushed all thought from her brain. For nearly three weeks she’d been ruled by emotion and right now, Kylie was goin
g to be led by sensation.

  Nothing more, nothing less.

  When all was said and done, she was still kicking him to the curb.

  Chapter Six

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  It was a damn good thing Gage had waited until the massive hangover from three days earlier had subsided. He wasn’t sure he could’ve faced this angry side of Kylie without firing on all cylinders.

  And right now, with her molded against his body, Gage couldn’t have let her go if she insisted. The way Kylie’s mouth fused to his, her small fingers latching into his hair, sending sparks of pleasure/pain trickling along his spine, he wasn’t sure he’d ever be able to let her go.

  The soft, rounded curves of her breasts were crushed to his chest, and he had the sudden urge to lick them, to taste her sweet skin. When her fingers released his hair, Gage continued to palm the back of her head, holding her close. He damn near sighed in relief when she yanked his shirt up and over his abs, forcing him to release her mouth so she could rid him of the clammy cotton. Once he was shirtless, Gage didn’t hesitate before pulling her against him once again, one hand cupping her ass, the other her head as he bent his legs, aligning them perfectly so he could grind his erection against that sweet spot between her thighs.

  Later, much, much later, Gage would replay what had happened to try and understand how they got to this point, but for now, he wasn’t going to over think it. He needed this woman more than he needed to breathe. Air was suddenly an extraneous element that meant little without this woman’s taste flooding his tongue.

  Kylie managed to remove her shirt, barely breaking their kiss in the process and Gage growled, a feral sound that reverberated up from his chest, when his bare skin met hers. Hard against soft.

  Attempting to keep them both upright, Gage maneuvered them against the kitchen wall, his much bigger body crowding her until she couldn’t do anything more than wrap her arms around him.

  When she bit his lip then licked the sting as she clawed his shoulders with her sharp little nails, Gage damn near forgot what he was doing. There wasn’t an ounce of gentle in her movements, and he wasn’t sure he’d survive if this headed that direction anyway. He wanted to devour her. Right here in her kitchen.

  “Touch me,” Kylie insisted, her lips brushing against his mouth as she spoke.

  Gage was so damned surprised, he couldn’t even question her. He wanted her to keep talking, to tell him exactly what she needed but he couldn’t get words to form. He unclipped her bra, roughly dragging the silky white lace down her arms until it fluttered to the floor. Gripping her beautiful tits with both hands, Gage pressed his mouth back to hers, wanting to taste her desire, to inhale the need he could sense building.

  Kylie broke the kiss, tossing her head back as she moaned. “Mouth. On me. Now.”

  Cupping one breast in his hand, Gage hefted the glorious weight in his palm as he leaned in and sucked the pebbled tip deep into his mouth, firmly stroking her nipple with his tongue while squeezing the other between his finger and thumb, the heavenly taste of her skin making him light headed.

  Lord! He wasn’t sure he was going to make it through this in one piece. This woman was a firecracker, the fuse lit and ready to go off at any second. Her assertion was erotic as hell, something he wouldn’t have ever expected from her.

  Kylie gripped his forearm, dragging his hand down between her legs, letting him know without words exactly what she expected.

  “Fuck, baby,” Gage groaned. “You’ve got too many clothes on.”

  “Take them off,” Kylie moaned, quickly unbuttoning her shorts while he continued to lave her nipple, biting it firmly as she cried out.

  Gage had to pull away and drop to his knees in order to get the rest of her clothes off of her, but once he was there, he knew heaven awaited him. Lifting her leg, he propped it on his shoulder before burying his tongue between her slick folds. Kylie’s sudden shudder, followed by a lascivious scream told him he’d hit the spot. Her fingers once again gripped his hair even harder than before as she held his mouth right where she seemed to need him. Right where he wanted to be.

  Using his tongue, Gage circled her clit, licking, sucking, before sliding one finger inside of her. Her soft, slick heat coated his finger, making him growl more insistently. Somehow he managed to keep his composure, gliding his finger inside of her, rasping her clit with his tongue. Slowly. Over and over until he felt her legs begin to tremble beneath the sensual onslaught.

  He suspected she didn’t want him to go slow, but he damn sure didn’t want to hurt her. It was one thing for her to cause him pain, something else entirely for him to do the same.

  “Gage!”

  Releasing her clit from between his lips, he glanced up at her, pulling his finger from the hot, wet depths of her pussy before sliding in two. “That’s it, baby. Ride my fingers.”

  Kylie began rocking against him, her hips meeting each thrust of his hand and Gage felt the insistent throb of his cock begging for release.

  “Oh, yes! Yes! Please!”

  Gage wasn’t sure what she was asking for, and for a moment, he wasn’t even sure she was talking to him, but then her body stilled, her legs shaking as her release gripped her. With her head thrown back, her beautiful curves on full display, Gage knew he’d never seen anything as fucking hot as Kylie when she came apart.

  Reality hadn’t quite sunk in, but it was hovering right on the forefront of his mind when he pushed to his feet slowly. He wasn’t sure what had happened or how they got to that point, but he was suddenly scared as hell that she was going to realize what she’d done.

  What happened next stunned him damn near stupid. Kylie lifted her head, baby blue eyes swirling with hunger meeting his gaze before she took a step closer, her fingers rapidly working the button on his jeans before pushing none too gently until his cock sprang free, standing tall and proud and begging for attention.

  “Kylie,” Gage whispered her name, emotion clogging his throat because he knew as soon as she did what she was about to do, there’d be no turning back for him. As much as he wanted to be the playboy extraordinaire, he wasn’t.

  He was going to fall head first, and he feared she didn’t intend to be there to catch him.

  “Fuck!” Gage stumbled back a step, gripping the granite top on the island as Kylie took his cock deep in her mouth before she’d even made it to her knees.

  Without thinking, he slid one hand into her silky hair, holding her steady as he thrust in and out of her mouth, the pink tip of her tongue darting out to lave the engorged head before every down stroke. Good Lord, the woman was going to drive him out of his mind.

  It didn’t take long for Gage to realize she had very little experience with blow jobs, but her innocence only spurred him on more. Made him want to savor the delicate rasp of her tongue against his brutally sensitive flesh. He kept his eyes locked on her, watching her mouth as she took him deep until he couldn’t hold on any longer.

  “Kylie. Baby. I’m not going to be able to stop,” Gage rambled. “You keep doing that, and I’m going to come in your mouth. Baby. Fuck!”

  Gage’s hips took on a rhythm of their own as he tightened his fingers in her hair only slightly, trying not to make her gag as he barely restrained himself from driving his cock deeper into her welcoming mouth. When she wrapped both hands around the base of his dick, Gage knew he was done for.

  “Kylie. Last warning, baby. Oh, fuck!”

  Gage lost it. His body erupted as Kylie proceeded to suck him dry and leave him boneless. Lowering himself to the floor without an ounce of grace because his jeans were still wrapped around his ankles, Gage laid on his back on the cold tile floor, closing his eyes as he fought to breathe.

  He was right.

  Head. First.

  That’s exactly where he landed.

  Chapter Seven

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  Kylie was still shaking from the adrenaline rush that had roared like lava through her bloodstream since the second her lips tou
ched Gage’s. What just happened between them was a long time coming, and despite her anger, she couldn’t bring herself to regret one second of it. Well, maybe that was a little lie. She was suddenly wishing it wasn’t over. Just the thought of having him inside her body made her wet. Again.

  And she kept that thought in mind because she absolutely refused to feel anything else.

  “Kylie,” Gage began, but Kylie cut him off as she stood, grabbing her clothes along the way.

  “Don’t ruin it with words, Gage,” she said over her shoulder as she strolled naked out of her kitchen. She tried for indifference, wanting him to believe she hadn’t felt anything outside of intense physical pleasure. Never would he know that at a moment in time, her heart had screamed for him, begged and pleaded for him to give her any indication that what they’d indulged in had meant something more to him too.

  No such luck. Sure, she’d made him come, but aside from the brilliant flecks of gold lit like fire from his desire, she’d seen nothing else in his eyes.

  She fought the need to cover herself, to hide from him because she wanted to appear unaffected as she gave him her back.

  Little did Gage know, but she hadn’t done anything like that, well, probably ever. No, she wasn’t a virgin – Travis made sure of that – and she hadn’t been celibate for the last ten years either, but her experience was admittedly limited. Having had only three sexual partners in her entire life, Travis included, Kylie knew she wasn’t as adept at pleasing a man as Gage was probably used to.

  She didn’t stop walking until she made it to her bedroom, shutting the door behind her with a gentle click. She didn’t twist the lock because she didn’t expect Gage to follow her anyway. After all, the man had gotten what he came for. She was a conquest for him to dangle in front of Travis for whatever reason.

  The thought made her stomach churn and her heart to ache just a teeny tiny bit. If an ache the size of Mount Everest could be considered teeny tiny.