Rough, Raw, and Ready (Rough Riders #5)(76)

He grabbed his duffel and headed inside, wondering what Edgard was doing after the last cattle check, wishing Chassie was here to meet him. Trevor hung up his coat and shed his boots, and noticed Edgard in the kitchen waiting for him instead. Automatically his heart lightened a bit.

“Hey. How were the roads?” Edgard asked.

“No problems except outside of Lusk. But even that wasn’t bad.” Trevor rubbed his cold hands together. “Hear anything else from Chassie?”


Edgard shook his head. “Nothin’ new. Damn shame about that McKay brother.

Gonna be rough on the whole family. I’d say he’s lucky to be alive, but that sounds a little hollow.”


“I know what you mean.” Trevor tamped down his nerves and moved in front of Edgard, setting his hands on Edgard’s shoulders.

Before the wariness in Edgard’s eyes scared him off completely, Trevor jerked the man into a full body hug. “I missed you.”


Edgard read Trevor’s underlying meaning. Trevor hadn’t meant missing him for the last day, but for the last three and a half years. Edgard returned the embrace with a murmured, “Same here.”


They were content to hold each other for a good long while, just because they could.

Trevor pulled back and cupped Edgard’s face—that beautiful, familiar, smiling face.

He gloried in the pleasure shining in those topaz eyes. “Ah hell, Ed”—he cleared his throat—“I love you. I ain’t ever said it to you, but that don’t mean I didn’t feel it then or now.”


Edgard’s long pause seemed to steal every bit of wind from Trevor’s sails. Until that magnificent smile appeared. “I could be a total dick and say it’s about f*ckin’ time, but I won’t. I’ve changed too. I realize we’re both in a different place than we were years ago.

I’ll confess I like hearing it now, meu amore.”


“I figured you would.” Trevor bent his head, letting their breath mingle but never breaking eye contact. “I ain’t ever gonna be ashamed of admittin’ it to you. I don’t care what anyone else thinks. I care what you think. Can you live with that?”


“Yeah, especially after living without it.”


Trevor let his mouth deliver on the promise with an extensive, lazy, wet kiss. A full-body kiss, pelvis grinding on pelvis, cocks perfectly aligned. They were breathing hard when they broke apart.


Edgard tasted Trevor’s bottom lip with a measured sweep of his tongue. “I want you.

Now. I don’t care where, but it needs to be now.”


“Goddamn right.” Trevor’s hands flew to Edgard’s belt. Buckle undone, button undone, zipper undone, Trevor was damn near undone wanting to get his hands and mouth all over this man’s tempting body. He sank to his knees as he tugged Edgard’s jeans down his corded thighs and off, on to the floor. “Least you ain’t wearin’ boots,” he said, rubbing his cheek against the hot, hard length and inhaling Edgard’s unique scent.

“Trevor, this isn’t what I—”


He eased back. “You got a problem with me suckin’ you off?”


“Ah. No.”


“Then shut the f*ck up.” Trevor wrapped his hand around the base of Edgard’s cock and stroked as his mouth went to work on the wet tip. He sucked, saturating his tongue with Ed’s flavor, bathing that throbbing organ with his saliva. On every downstroke, his mouth went a little further.

Hands grasped his hair, forcing him deeper.

With the plump cockhead resting on his lips, Trevor warned, “Your hands better be grippin’ the counter. Don’t make me tell you twice.”


“Jesus. All right.”


He watched as Edgard’s palms clamped around the counter’s edge. “Move your legs apart.” Trevor’s dick pressed painfully against his fly and he shifted his stance. His lips parted to take every hot inch of that rigid cock. Greedily. Hungrily. Using his teeth to tease. Flicking his tongue over the sweet spot below the purplish crown.

Edgard groaned. “I love that, but oh man, I love it when you suck my balls.”


Keeping Edgard’s prick buried in his mouth, Trevor reached between Edgard’s widespread thighs to fondle the tight sac. He rolled the balls over his fingertips, letting the saliva run down his chin to coat those tight, furry globes.

“Sweet mother of God.”


Trevor released the shaft and held it aside, still jacking Edgard off, opening wide to suck both balls into his mouth.

Another enthusiastic moan rumbled from Edgard’s chest.

He sucked on the taut globes, loving the pearls of pre-come sliding down Edgard’s cock and dripping on his face. The wet balls slipped free from his mouth and he used his tongue to trace the thick, pulsing root back to that tempting pucker.

“Fuck. More. Please. Please.”


Tickling the velvety hole proved difficult given the position of his head. Trevor licked as far back as he could, knowing the teasing sweep of wetness over the sensitive knot of nerves drove Edgard insane. “Can’t reach. My tongue ain’t long enough at this angle.”


“Chassie’s is,” Edgard murmured. “That’s something new we’ll have to teach her.”