Rough, Raw, and Ready (Rough Riders #5)(54)

“Mmm. I believe Ed and I are both sportin’ your love bites, darlin’.” Trevor dragged his finger between Edgard’s hipbones, stopping at the big red mark she’d gifted Edgard with during a particularly frantic moment last night. “In fact, I think we both owe you a coupla love bites to even things up.”


She muttered, “I had to go and open my big mouth.”


Edgard leaned over and bit her earlobe. “What a great idea.”


“You’re insatiable. Both of you.”


“Darlin’, you don’t know the half of it. Now why don’t you lay back and close your eyes? This won’t hurt.”


“Much,” Edgard said and each sank their mouths into a different part of her body.

She screamed, but it wasn’t in pain.

Chapter Twenty-two


“Medium rare, basted, wheat toast, extra hash browns.” Trevor closed the menu, handing it to the waitress with a smile.

Edgard said, “Give me the same.”


Chassie had already ordered and was scrutinizing the newspaper.

“She’s new,” Trevor said after the waitress disappeared. “Wonder where she’s from?”


“With that accent I’d guess some place in the Ukraine.”


“She’s unusually pretty with them icy white-blue eyes and dark skin. Think she’s a natural blonde?” Trevor asked.

“You’re a pervert,” Chassie said without looking up.

“Just tryin’ to get your attention, darlin’.”


“You both gave me plenty of attention last night.” Chassie harrumphed and flipped the page.

Trevor grinned, knew it looked cocky and didn’t care.

“This is a cool place,” Edgard commented as he checked out the restaurant.

Dewey’s Delish Dish definitely embodied the diner atmosphere. Vinyl covered stools surrounded the curved counter, booths lined the walls, and an old-fashioned glass pie case packed with sweets rotated by the cash register. The colors weren’t traditional black, red and chrome; instead Macie McKay redecorated in shades of brown, green with a splash of bronze. It was a classy joint while retaining the hometown feel. Trevor figured business must be booming if it was half-full at ten in the morning on a weekday.

“Tired?” Edgard asked.

“Not bad. You?”


“Nope. I’m rarin’ to go.” Ed reached for another packet of sugar on Trevor’s side of the table, his voice dropped. “You sore?”


Their eyes met. Trevor smirked at the sexy Brazilian. “Nope. I’m rarin’ to go.”


“Sex maniacs. Neither of you asked me if I’m tired. Or if I’m sore,” Chassie grumbled with good humor.

Edgard leaned into her direct line of vision. “Chassie, sweetheart, are you tired?”


Trevor followed suit and scooted closer. “Chassie, baby, are you sore?”


Her mouth twitched. “If I admit I am who’s gonna kiss it and make it all better?”


“Me,” they said simultaneously.

“Maybe I should draw straws to see who goes first.”


“Maybe you should let us take turns,” Edgard offered.

“Or maybe you should take both of us on at once and see if this go around we can both make you sore and tired?”


“Very tired.”


“Exhausted.”


“Sore in all the right spots.”


“Hell, she won’t be able to get out of bed for days,” Trevor said.

Chassie’s gaze went from Edgard’s face to Trevor’s. “You guys bet on how fast you can heat me up? Knowin’ I’ll shovel in my breakfast in record time because I’m dyin’ for you to create a Chassie sandwich when we get home?”


Trevor’s cock went from interested to fully erect in about ten seconds. “Screw eatin’, I’d rather screw you.”


“Screw that, I’m starved.” She sipped her coffee. “Besides, anticipation is good for you—Mr. Harder-Faster-Now. Don’t you agree, Ed?”


His shoulder hitch was noncommittal.

“Maybe Ed and I oughta give you a front row seat on exactly how sore Ed can make me.”


“Dammit, Chass, knock it off.”


“You guys started it.” She aimed a challenging smile at Edgard and dropped her voice so they strained to hear her. “Don’t think you’re off the hook. So, Mr. Dirty Talk, which way you wanna take me first? I’m gonna take a wild guess and say that an ass man such as yourself—”


Edgard hissed, “Stop.”


“You wanna pound into my ass while suckin’ his cock?”


“Don’t taunt him ’cause he will make you pay for it,” Trevor warned.

Chassie ignored him. “Or do you want me suckin’ your cock as Trev’s givin’ you the high hard one? Can’t you feel it? Can’t you see shootin’ your load on my chest as Trevor’s pumping his into you?”


Just like that, Chassie pushed Edgard over the edge.

“Big talk. You just earned yourself double trouble. Be prepared to face the consequences, querida.”