Rough, Raw, and Ready (Rough Riders #5)(58)

“Oh yeah.” Trevor chuckled, then sank his teeth into her earlobe. “Been awhile so I’m anxious for you to get them britches off.”


“Me too. Where we doing this, Trev?”


“Right here in the living room. Drop them drawers, baby.”


She moved back and began to undress.

“Shirt comes off too,” Edgard piped in. “And watch us while you’re getting ready for us.” He stepped into the space she’d vacated and kissed Trevor. Not with his usual ravenous appetite, but pure seduction. Edgard nibbled and licked Trevor’s lips, never quite delving inside his mouth. Trevor’s low growls didn’t spur Edgard to give in. If anything it primed him to back off.

Chassie had no problem doffing her jeans, but her fingers fumbled with the buttons on her shirt as she watched Edgard tormenting her husband.

“Touch me, dammit,” Trevor said, arching closer, angling his head for a more complete kiss.

Edgard latched onto Trevor’s ass and rolled their hips together. Side to side. Up and down. Tiny circles. Every time he retreated, Trevor’s body sought more contact. Edgard teased with his mouth and his body, controlled every movement and countermovement, literally making Trevor sweat.

It was erotic as hell.

Then Edgard backed off and faced Chassie, giving her an appreciative once-over.

“Brace your hands on the wall.”


She swallowed the small bit of fear and did as Edgard instructed, keeping her body at a right angle as her palms pressed against the paneled wall. She heard clothing being removed, the jingle of belt buckles and coins. The pop pop pop of snaps coming undone.

She’d focused so completely on sound, she jumped when rough hands caressed the globes of her ass. Over and over. Whisper soft. Her stomach muscles quivered with anticipation and clenched when that first sharp blow finally landed. She gasped, “Oh God.”


“Look at me.”


Chassie cranked her head and met her husband’s glittering eyes as his hand swatted her ass cheeks again. This time it wasn’t her stomach that clenched, but her *. “Oh.”


Edgard stepped into her peripheral view and tipped her chin up. “Not another sound.

Take your licks like a good girl, understand?”


She nodded.

“Good. Eyes forward. Keep goin’, Trev.”


Her husband peppered her ass until every inch of it stung. Every inch of it burned with erotic fire. About halfway through it’d stopped being punishment and became…pleasure. The heart-pounding wait for the connection of his hand. The stinging slap. The excruciating delay, then the delicious payout as the sound of flesh meeting flesh reverberated around her, up her spine, hardening her nipples as her skin burned.

Trevor said, “I can smell those sweet, sweet * juices.” His fingers slid down the crack of her ass, stopping when they encountered wetness. “You’re absolutely drippin’ wet, Chass. You like this.” He pumped two fingers inside her.

She arched and bumped her hips back for more. Oh God. She was so close.

“Stop,” Edgard demanded. “She doesn’t get to come yet.”


Chassie whimpered.

Four hard spanks, harder than before, landed low, down by her thighs. Then Edgard’s voice, dark and dangerous, was in her ear. “Thought I told you no sounds.”


She bit her lip.

“Do you think I’m being cruel for not letting you come?”


Chassie nodded.

“But, querida,” he crooned in that impossibly sexy accent, “the build-up is the best part. When we’re done you’re gonna come so hard you’ll be begging for us to spank you again.” Edgard licked the shell of her ear. “And again.”


Everything—her burning ass, her wet *, the tingles racing down her spine from Edgard’s seductive whispers—felt so good Chassie was on sensory overload. She’d chomped her bottom lip with such force she tasted blood.

“Three more. Each side. Down low,” Edgard instructed. “Then get what we need.”


Trevor hummed his approval and she heard the wet sucking sounds of them kissing.

The blows came fast and hard. Her legs and arms shook. Fingers traced her crack again, delved inside her cunt again. Three fingers this time, pushing deep. In. Out. In.

Out. Almost there, please. Don’t stop.

A slower withdrawal as her own juices were painted up to her tailbone.

“Look at me.”


Not Trevor’s voice. Edgard’s.

Again Chassie twisted to look over her shoulder.

Edgard lowered into a crouch, his tongue licked a line from her clit, through her swollen * lips, stopping to swirl around the entrance to her sex, then lapping at her hole and following the split between her butt cheeks up to her tailbone. He stood and smacked his lips.

Chassie couldn’t help but groan as her head dropped helplessly between her arms.

She couldn’t stop the scream when her burning backside was doused with ice.

“That’s it. Now let us hear you, baby.”


Hot. Cold. Wet. Hands on her. Fingers in her. Too much sensation. She started to collapse from the effort to keep herself upright.

Trevor scooped her up and perched her on the couch. “Spread ’em wide.”