Rough, Raw, and Ready (Rough Riders 5) - Page 43

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“I thought you were all right with this?” Edgard asked.

“I-I.” Stop babbling. “I guess. I just…”

Edgard caressed her cheek, like he had earlier in the barn. And like earlier, her pulse took off like a runaway horse. “You just what, Chass?”

“I didn’t think you liked—”


Chassie nodded.

“I like you. You’re a woman.”

She blurted, “Why? Because I’m flat-chested and I look like a guy?”

He smiled, not gently but with utter male heat. “Oh, there ain’t a guy-like thing about you, sweetheart, and trust me, that ain’t a bad thing.”

“Oh.” In for a penny; in for a pound. “So you aren’t here for Trevor’s sake? Takin’ one for the team?”

Trevor snickered.

“I’m in Wyoming because of Trevor. I’m in this bedroom because of you and Trevor.”

“Me?” Her gaze dropped to his hard cock.


She managed to drag her eyes away from the rosy, uncircumcised length of maleness. “Why?”

“Don’t you think it stands to reason that if you’re attracted to Trevor, and I’m attracted to Trevor, and he’s attracted to both of us, that you and I might be attracted to each other a little?”

Of all the crazy thoughts ricocheting in her head, that one, the most logical one, hadn’t occurred to her.

But hadn’t she and Edgard been flirting and testing the boundaries since the moment the sexy Brazilian sauntered down the driveway? Slow dancing? Doing chores? Cooking together? Hadn’t it turned her on knowing Edgard had whacked off as he watched and listened to her and Trevor f**king in the barn?

She’d assumed they’d both gone out of their way to forge a relationship because of a need to please Trevor. But maybe they’d tried for a relationship out of a need to please themselves. And wouldn’t it make sense that the relationship that was an offshoot of their individual relationships with Trevor would be sexual in nature too?

It made perfect sense and no sense at all.

Chassie scrutinized Edgard’s gorgeous face and didn’t see confusion. Just desire. He wasn’t eyeballing Trevor; he was looking straight at her. So that molten desire was for her.

Impatiently, Trevor said, “We gonna stand here all night and talk? Or what?”

“No.” Chassie angled her head and gently bit the fleshy outer part of Edgard’s thumb.

Edgard’s eyes flashed fire.

Chassie smiled gleefully and spun toward her—whoa—now totally naked husband.

“I don’t know what I’m doing here, guys.”

“Luckily we do. Relax and let it happen,” Trevor said. “Keep kissin’ me as we’re both touchin’ you.”

At first it felt unnerving with Trevor’s hands caressing her face and another set skimming her bare shoulders. Edgard unhooked her bra and took it off, allowing her br**sts to brush Trevor’s hot, muscled chest.

The situation changed from unsettling to promising when Edgard’s tongue traced her spine down to the waistband of her panties. His warm hands slipped beneath the fabric and her underwear slithered to the floor. Then those same slow-moving hands smoothed up her calves, the backs of her knees, her thighs to the curve of her ass.

Between Edgard’s constant feathery strokes and Trevor’s endless hungry kisses Chassie was dizzy with want.

Trevor growled, “Bed. Now.”

The quilt had been stripped back to the sheets. She hopped into the middle of the mattress and awaited further instructions from her large-and-in-charge husband.

But Edgard eased in behind Trevor, resting his chin on Trevor’s shoulder as they both stared at her. Curiously. Eagerly.

Chassie watched the men, fascinated by the physical and emotional contrasts.

Trevor’s fair hair and chiseled Nordic features against Edgard’s caramelly skin and exotic, dark good looks. Their body language spoke volumes, one stoic and one persistent. Edgard bulled his way into Trevor’s space entirely, silently demanding—and receiving—Trevor’s attention.

Almost on cue, Trevor relaxed, nuzzling the side of his face into Edgard’s—a surprisingly shy move. Part of her ached for him and how much he must’ve missed Edgard’s affection, even when he’d only had it in private.

“Your call, Trev. What do you want to do?”

Trevor’s chest rose and fell rapidly. “I want to make her come with my mouth. Then I want to f**k her. And while I’m f**king her, I want you to f**k me.”

Chassie’s sex clenched with want.

“You sure?”

“It’s been so long, Ed. It’s been…since you…since that last time in Cheyenne.” He closed his eyes. “And I need…Jesus, do I need—”

A noise, growl-like in ferocity, ripped from Edgard; he took Trevor’s mouth in a short, brutal kiss.

Their unrestrained behavior unleashed hers and she moaned.

Instantly Trevor was swarming her, all predatory male. “I recognize that sound.”

“I-I, please—”

“I’ll please you, all right. Spread ’em wide, Chass, you know how I like it.”

Her thighs parted and she arched her pelvis, letting him see the glistening wetness there.

“And me?” Edgard asked, somewhere off to the right.

Trevor’s hot gaze never strayed from Chassie’s. “You get to watch me lickin’ the sweetest pu**y in the world.” He bent his head. One long lick. Followed by another. And another. Each lap of his tongue became shorter. More precise.

She teetered so close to the edge of orgasm that Chassie clutched Trevor’s hair in her fists, desperate for that headlong rush into pleasure.

He looked up. “No hands. Ed make sure her hands stay outta my way.”

“If you insist.” Edgard circled both her wrists in one strong hand, pinning them above her head. His face was inches from hers. “Leave them so I can touch you. There will be consequences if you disobey.”

“What kind of consequences?”

Edgard didn’t respond. His exhalations ruffled the damp skin of her neck as he placed his lips in the hollow of her throat.

Right then Trevor sucked on her clit.

“Oh God.” Her pelvis pushed forward to force additional contact with that sucking mouth.

But Edgard’s hand slid down her belly and the activity on her clit stopped.

She lifted her head and saw silent communication pass between them. Trevor fluttered just his tongue over that throbbing bit of flesh.

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