Rough, Raw, and Ready (Rough Riders #5)(41)

“Umm—”


Trevor made a snarling noise, pushing Chassie until her shoulders bounced on the cushions. Then his face was inches from hers. “It drives me f*ckin’ crazy that you’re turned on. Take off the pants. Now.”


No surprise her demanding husband reappeared and hadn’t been permanently cowed by Edgard’s aggressiveness. She smiled slyly and shimmied out of her jeans.

“Why’re you still wearin’ panties?”


“Because you said to take my pants off. Which I did.”


“Fine. We’ll do it my way.” Trevor clamped his hands on her hips, scooting her down until her lower half hung off the couch as he rolled her plain white panties to her ankles. Once he had them off her body, he slingshotted them across the room.

“Hey—”


“Spread ’em. I wanna see every inch of that sweet pink *.”


Chassie stretched her legs wide and Trevor’s hands flexed on her butt as he lifted her to his mouth.

He inhaled before he did anything else and a shudder rolled through him. “Goddamn I love the way you smell. I like tastin’ you even better.” He deftly licked at the slick spots dotting the inside of her thighs.

Every time he repositioned his head, either his prickly beard brushed across her hot tissues, or the soft strands of his hair teased her clit. Then the middle of her thigh. The curve of her knee.

Chassie shouldn’t be embarrassed by how fast she heated up, but at times she wondered if it were normal.

You went beyond normal when you demanded your husband and his male lover perform for you live like some gay burlesque show.

Yet, her voyeurism hadn’t bothered either Edgard or Trevor. So maybe the only shame in their exhibition was in the feeling there should’ve been shame when there was none.

Then Trevor’s mouth was sucking on her sex, returning her focus to how much he loved giving her pleasure and she thought of nothing else.

Lapping at the syrup that coated her folds, he said, “Mmm. Mmm. Mmm.” That humming noise sounded again right before Trevor jammed his tongue deep into her channel. He flicked faster inside her walls, tasting her from the inside out.

Her hands landed on his head and she tried to direct him to where she wanted his mouth.

Trevor lifted his face and looked at her. “I’m inclined to make you wait.”


“Easy for you to say. You already got yours, gave Edgard his and I had to sit there and do nothin’ but watch.”


Trevor’s expression didn’t change. “You didn’t touch yourself at all when Ed and I…?”


“No, and it was hard not to because, God, it was really something to see. Trevor, I ache.”


His gaze dropped to the bit of flesh poking out from between her * lips. He murmured, “Can’t have that.” Then Trevor fastened his mouth to her clit and began sucking. The impact caused her to arch into his mouth hard enough she felt the bite of his teeth on her pubic bone.

Between his concentrated attention and the live porn as foreplay, her blood pooled in that nerve-rich tissue and coiled like a hot snake hissing to be unleashed. The licking, throbbing sensations coalesced and the climax ripped through her so quickly she couldn’t moan, she couldn’t speak and she was fairly sure she stopped breathing. Chassie clutched handfuls of Trevor’s hair as she rode out the orgasm on his face.


It surprised him when Trevor admitted, “I wasn’t sleepin’ either. I heard you.”


“You did?”


“Yeah. Now I’m thinkin’ if I would’ve gotten up when you did maybe we coulda saved that damn horse.”


Edgard frowned. “But you told Chassie—”


“I told Chassie what she needed to hear so she didn’t feel guilty,” Trevor said irritably. “If anyone’s gonna be takin’ on the brunt of the guilt around here, it’s gonna be me, not her.”


“Which is noble, Trev, but you didn’t have to be so cruel to her.”


“You tellin’ me how to handle my wife, Ed?”


“No. I’m telling you after what she’s been through in the last couple of days you should’ve expected she’d be an emotional train wreck. You should’ve been more sympathetic to her losing the horse, not less.” Edgard mentally braced himself for Trevor’s temper to explode.

But it didn’t, he just nodded. “I know. Even as that mean shit was runnin’ out of my mouth like I’d developed a case of scour, I couldn’t stop it.” Trevor hit the brakes and threw the truck in park. His hands gripped the steering wheel below where he’d placed his forehead. “Ah f*ck. I can’t believe what a prick I am sometimes.”


Trevor’s shoulders rose and fell quickly. Was Trevor crying? Or hyperventilating?

Either way, Trevor wouldn’t accept his comfort, so Edgard stayed immobile, aching for the chance to pacify the man in mind or body. To ease him in some way, because seeing Trevor hurting was still like a knife in his gut.

Finally, Trevor sighed. “I never wanna be like him. Never.”


“Be like who?” Edgard asked, even when he knew.

“Like my father.”