Rough, Raw, and Ready (Rough Riders #5)(53)

When he returned to the bedroom, the lights were off, save for the low wattage lamp glowing on the far nightstand. Trevor and Chassie were already in bed. Dammit. How was he supposed to find his clothes in the dark?

He’d tried being quiet as he searched for his briefs, but Chassie heard him rummaging around and sat up. He whispered, “Sorry.”


“It’s okay. Can you turn off the light before you come to bed?”


Come to bed? Surely she didn’t mean…?

Edgard didn’t budge until Chassie held out her hand to him. “Yes, with us. Might be a tight fit.” Her smile lit up the room even in the near darkness and sparked something deep inside him he was half-afraid might actually be hope.

“I don’t mind.”


“I didn’t think you would. Before you ask, the invite is for all nights, not just tonight.

Don’t think for a second this is asked out of pity.” She looked over at her snoring husband. “We both want you here. Some of us are just better at putting it into words.”


“I know.”


“He’s workin’ on it,” she said quietly. “He’ll get there.”


“I know that too, querida. And I’m also aware I have you to thank for getting him this far.”


After clicking off the light, Edgard climbed in beside Trevor. He closed his eyes at the familiar feel of Trevor’s warm body and the unfamiliar feel of Chassie’s hand enclosed in his.

“Good night, Edgard.”


He choked out, “’Night,” over the lump in his throat and wondered if they’d notice the tear stains on his pillowcase come morning.

A raging hard-on and Trevor’s lips brushing his nipples woke Edgard from a deep sleep. He cracked his eyes open, expecting it to be another damn dream.

Nope. Trevor looked down at him and said huskily, “Want you. Want you bad.”


Edgard’s gaze landed on Chassie curled up on Trevor’s other side. “Is she…?”


“Sleepin’? Yep.”


“Would she be okay with this?”


“Let’s ask.” Trevor ran his hand down the outside line of her naked body. “Chass?

Baby, you awake?”


“Mmmff.”


“Do you mind if Edgard and I screw around a little bit this mornin’?”


She mumbled, “No. Just don’t bounce me off the bed.”


Trevor rolled on top of Edgard so they touched from head to toe and everywhere in between.

The everywhere in between caused the contraction in Edgard’s groin. He traced the bend in Trevor’s waist and canted his hips, his hands clutching Trevor’s ass as Trevor began to move slowly.

“Just like this,” Trevor growled, rubbing their cocks together in a sweet glide. “Like the first time. You made me do all the work.”


Edgard pressed his mouth against Trevor’s throat, licking at the throbbing pulse. “I needed to be sure you wanted me so you couldn’t claim afterward it was something I did to you.”


Trevor’s response was a soft snarl and he tipped his head to reach Edgard’s mouth.

The hungry kiss belied the slow, methodical slide and grind of Trevor’s cock against his. Edgard let the reality wash over him. He was really here with Trevor, skin-to-skin, making love in the predawn hours.

With Trevor’s wife asleep in bed next to them.

Before his sleep-addled brain wrapped around that bizarre statement, the rubbing strokes became faster. Shaft-to-shaft, the friction of cockhead over cockhead, the intense kisses, the welcome weight of Trevor gyrating on top of him and Edgard groaned, shuddering at the punch of need he always felt for Trevor. Of rightness whenever they touched. As close as he was to orgasm, he didn’t want this encounter to end.

Trevor trilled his lips over Edgard’s jaw to his ear. “Come for me. Come on me.

Show me you like what I’m doin’ to you.”


“I like everything you do to me. I always have. Since that first time.”


“Then look at me. See what you do to me.”


Edgard watched Trevor’s eyes go opaque and his mouth slacken as he climaxed, leaving a blast of wet heat on Edgard’s stomach.

Trevor kept rocking through the slickness, through his own orgasm, and buried his face in his favorite spot on Edgard’s neck with a soft sigh.

Only then did Edgard let go, every heated pulse poignant as he wondered how he’d ever walk away from this man again.

Three nights later, nestled between two hard male bodies, Chassie groaned. “I swear to God I oughta be hearin’ circus music we’ve done it so many different ways.”


Both Trevor and Edgard laughed.

“Don’t get me wrong, I am not complaining.” She turned and kissed each man on the shoulder. “This has been hot and sexy and fun as hell. I never imagined the many, many, many positions we’ve tried even existed.”


“But?” Edgard prompted.

Chassie propped her chin on Trevor’s damp chest, making room for Edgard to scoot in and tangle his legs with theirs. “But can we crash now? I’m tired. We have to run errands in town tomorrow and I’d rather not be walkin’ funny and covered in love bites.”