Rough, Raw, and Ready (Rough Riders #5)(48)

Their passion-fueled gazes clashed and she laced their fingers together and they held on to the man they loved. Edgard’s head spun at the eroticism of f*cking Trevor while holding Chassie’s hand and looking into her eyes.

“Shit. More. Ed. Come on. I’m f*ckin’ close.”


Edgard pulled all the way out of that clenching channel and slammed in. Once.

Twice. Thrice. Four deep strokes. Trevor’s anal muscles became vise-like, clamping down on Edgard’s cock as he pumped into Chassie.

Chassie arched beneath Trevor, grinding her sex side-to-side until she came with a surprised gasp.

The visual and physical stimulation was too much and Edgard came in a long groan of satisfaction, his cock motionless inside Trevor as those tight muscles did all the work, milking every hot spurt. Edgard rested his head in the space below Trevor’s neck, rubbing his cheek over the damp skin, letting that salty scent coat his face. When his breathing leveled out, he licked Trevor’s hairline, placing a kiss below his ear. “Still good as ever,” he murmured and slowly pulled out of that molten heat.

Trevor tossed all the pillows to the floor and stretched out on top of Chassie, burying his face in her neck.

“Mmm.” Chassie didn’t appear to mind Trevor’s full weight on her.

It didn’t appear either noticed when he left them and snuck back to his room alone.

Chassie didn’t know how she’d fare facing Edgard, if things would be awkward or what. She took care of Greta early the next morning. She made a list of supplies and sat down at the kitchen table with her first cup of coffee when Edgard entered the kitchen.

Good Lord was the man magnificent. He rarely sported a scruffy morning beard, preferring to be freshly shaven and cleaned up, but not in a fussy, prissy way. She smiled.

“Mornin’. Would you like coffee?”


“That’d be great.” When she started to get up, he waved her back. “No need to wait on me. I’m used to fending for myself.” Edgard took a cup off the dishrack, filled it and grabbed the milk from the fridge before he sat across from her.

“You hungry?”


“I’ll let you know after I’m fully awake.” Once he’d doctored his coffee to his liking, he drank half in one gulp. “Ah. Better.” His golden eyes focused on her. “How is Greta?”


“Funny. She is the oddest little thing.”


“How so?”


“She’s curious as a kitten. Gets remorseful when your tone is stern. She’s playful and affectionate.”


Edgard grinned. “I did good in picking her?”


“Very good. I can’t believe I actually have a goat.”


“Have you checked cattle yet?”


Chassie shook her head and stood.

“I’d be happy to help since I don’t have anything else to do.”


She reached for the coffee pot, refilling both their cups. She stopped behind him and studied the sweep of his dark hair. Edgard’s words from last night had haunted her after she’d woken up in Trevor’s arms and found Edgard gone. On impulse, she set her chin on his head, wrapping her arms around his neck. Damn he smelled good. Felt good too.

“Last night was great. Thank you for…”


Shoot. Were there words to explain? Thank you for offering reassurance you weren’t trying to steal my man? Thank you for f*cking my husband right in front of me and not behind my back? Thank you for making me feel sexy and like you really wanted me there and I wasn’t an annoying byproduct of getting it on with Trevor?

“Thank you for what, Chassie?” he asked hoarsely.

“Thank you for everything. Especially when you were so sweet when I was worried, you know, me having a personal crisis, freaking out last night…” Take a deep breath.

“Dammit. I’m so bad at this.”


“It’s okay. I oughta be thanking you.”


“Maybe we oughta talk about something else.” Chassie kissed his crown and squeezed his body one last time before she returned to her own seat. “So you goin’ into town to see if your truck is done?”


His coffee cup stopped midair. When Edgard looked at her she realized he’d misunderstood. She covered his hand on the table with hers, which had clenched into a fist at her thoughtless blathering. “I’m not tryin’ to get rid of you, Ed.”


“You’re not?”


“No, in fact, I’d like it if you stuck around for a while. Trevor never wants to admit we need help, but with calvin’ startin’ in the next couple weeks, and we can’t afford to hire a hand, even temporarily…well, we’d— I’d—like it if you stayed.” It clicked he had a ranch of his own to run half a world away and she amended, “Unless of course you can’t and you need to get back to Brazil.”


Edgard drained his coffee. “No place I need to be, so if you want me to stick around, I will.” He scrambled to his feet, giving her his back. “Does Trevor know you asked me to stay?”


“No. But do you really think he’s gonna complain after last night?”


He spun and gave her a smug smile. “Nope.”


After they’d let the ritual of pouring coffee settle the unease between them, Chassie said, “I’m sorry you slept alone.”