Rough, Raw, and Ready (Rough Riders #5)(45)

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*ck her. And while I’m f*cking her, I want you to f*ck 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 * 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.

A wet lash on the very tip of her nipple made her cry out. It happened again. And again. Delicate licks interspersed with gentle, fleeting sucks. It was heaven. It was hell.

The dual tongue flicks on separate needy areas were like nothing she’d ever experienced. Wet heat swirled from her chest to her crotch until the pulses synchronized, and she came, gasping, writhing, and damn near screaming. Her whole body throbbed.

Throbbed. Not just her *, not just her nipples, every single inch of her skin buzzed.

As she struggled for air, soft lips brushed her mouth in a passing kiss. Once. Twice.

Three times.

Chassie blinked her eyes and Edgard kept his gaze on hers. He murmured in Portuguese and nuzzled her jawline before straightening up.

Trevor rested on his knees and kept a grip on the top of each of her thighs. He grinned and licked his lips with great gusto. “Mmm. Mmm.”


“I want a taste.”


Both Trevor and Chassie looked at Edgard as he angled forward and kissed Trevor.

Edgard broke free and challenged, “Maybe next time I can get it directly from the source.”


An odd sensation unfurled in her belly when Edgard came closer. He did that seductive nuzzle again, all warm breath and teasing caress of hot skin. He pressed his mouth to her ear and whispered, “Sweet Chassie. I want to f*ck your husband. And then I want to f*ck you.”


Chapter Twenty


Edgard wanted to pounce on Trevor. Bend him over the mattress and pound into that tight little ass so hard Trevor would be walking bowlegged for days.

“Chass,” he whispered loud enough for Trevor to hear, “do you have a strap-on dildo?”