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Trevor’s head swiveled toward that silky voice. “You didn’t—”

“No, I didn’t.” Edgard’s brilliant smile and mischievous eyes caused Trevor’s stomach to flip. Talk about pure sexual power. “You are so easy, Trev.”

“Ha ha. Asshole. Buyin’ my wife gifts. I oughta kick your butt.”

“You’re just pissed you didn’t think of it first. Besides, if I wasn’t allowed to gloat earlier, then you ain’t allowed to pout now.”

“I ain’t poutin’. Why would you think that?”

“Because that lower lip of yours is sticking out. Then again it always has.” Edgard’s slumberous gaze dropped to Trevor’s mouth.

That seesaw sensation jumped in his gut again.

“Damn, your mouth is tempting, way too tempting.” Edgard lowered his head.

Trevor remained motionless, one hand buried in the goat’s pelt. The sweet, soft tease of Edgard’s firm lips, the sharp scrape of teeth and a bristly beard, the erratic bursts of warm breath morphed into a gentle kiss. Trevor didn’t pull back; he just closed his eyes and let it happen.

Their bodies didn’t touch, but the palpable heat between them expanded. The subtle movements and wet glide of mouth on mouth was calming and tender and unexpectedly erotic. But necessary. Lord. As his heart rate picked up and Edgard’s taste danced on his tongue, Trevor realized just how necessary this kiss was.

An hour—a day—a week later, Chassie cleared her throat behind them.

Neither man jerked away guiltily. But knowing his lips were shiny and wet from Edgard’s, it was hard for Trevor to meet his wife’s curious gaze.

But oddly enough, her eyes were on the slyly grinning Brazilian. She set the water bucket down. “So, Edgard, was that kiss Trevor’s way of thankin’ you for buyin’ me a goat?”

“Yes. Although…it’s got me wondering how he might’ve thanked me if I’d’ve bought you a horse.”

Chassie laughed. Not a forced polite chuckle, her real, honest laughter. “You know, I was wondering the same thing.”

“Yeah? You could tell me your idea. Whisper it in my ear, soft and low, like this,”

Edgard’s voice dropped to a sexy bass rumble. “Then we could compare ideas to see whose is the best.”

“You’re so bad, Edgard, usin’ that sexy Portuguese drawl against me,” she taunted.

“No wonder Trevor can’t resist you. You tryin’ to put us both under your spell?”

Good Lord. They were flirting. Right in front of him. Trevor couldn’t look away.

Especially not after his c**k had taken notice of their sexy, playful banter.

“Is it workin’?”

“Mmm. Depends.”


“On whether I’ll be watchin’ again or participating in your magic act tonight.”

“Definitely participating. Would that sweeten the offer?”

“How about if we find out just how sweet it can be after supper?”

“Deal.” Edgard jumped to his feet. “Let’s eat. Right now.”

“I’m starved,” Trevor added.

Chassie laughed. “You guys are insatiable.”

As the implications of this next step and the possibilities stretched before them, Trevor figured this’d be the shortest meal ever.

But he hoped it’d be the longest night of his life.

Chapter Nineteen

They’d made an effort to keep the conversation low-key while they ate, discussing normal, everyday ranch issues. Upcoming calving, Greta. The sad situation with Meridian. The weather report.

An electric hum crackled in the air and Chassie was going to jump out of her skin.

She cleared the plates and stored the leftovers in Tupperware. Wiped down the counters and ran water in the sink with a hefty squirt of soap.

A warm body moved in behind her. Hot breath tickled her ear. “Leave ’em, Chass.

Come upstairs. I want you.”


“No buts, baby. This was your idea.” Trevor spun her into his arms. He kissed the top of her head, then tilted her chin up to look into her eyes. “You were flirtin’ with Edgard. I don’t know whether I oughta punish you or reward you.”

“You’re not mad?”

“Turned on beyond belief. And…” Trevor aimed his gaze out the window.

“And what?” Chassie flicked the deep dimple in his chin, trying to get him to look at her.

“Truthfully, I’m a little nervous.”

She’d expected him to say jealous. “Why nervous? Isn’t a threesome old news for you and Edgard?”

“This isn’t the same old threesome.”

“Why not?”

“Because you’re involved and it makes me psycho to imagine any man besides me touchin’ you. Ed and I haven’t ever been together…as lovers, in a threesome. Before it was me with the woman and him watchin’ or both of us with her, but not he and I together…ah hell, it’s just different, okay?”

Oddly enough, Trevor’s nerves calmed Chassie’s. “I’m glad. I’m glad I’m gettin’ a part of each of you that no other woman has had.”

“No other woman has ever had my heart.”

As true as she believed that statement to be, Chassie knew Edgard owned a piece of Trevor’s heart long before Trevor had given the rest to her. For the first time since she’d found out about them, since she’d seen them together as lovers, she didn’t feel threatened. “Where is Edgard?”

“Upstairs in our room. Let’s not keep him waitin’.” Trevor clasped her hand and kept hold of it until they reached their bedroom.

In their large bedroom, Chassie shifted from foot to foot, antsy, scared and unsure if she should strip or what. “Maybe we—” Then Trevor started kissing her in that sweet, sure way of his. Kisses so slow and hot and deep she melted inside. Her body became as pliant as silly putty.

He unbuttoned her blouse, taking his time sliding it off. Next he unfastened her jeans, his mouth scattered kisses across her belly and he tugged the denim free from her legs. She was down to her bra and panties, enjoying more of those drugging kisses when unfamiliar hands landed on her hips.

She gasped, whipping around to look at Edgard.

A stark naked Edgard. A fully aroused, stark naked Edgard.

“Whoa. You’re umm…you’re all…” Why? Trevor still was fully clothed.

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