Rough, Raw, and Ready (Rough Riders #5)(80)

“Doesn’t seem like there’s enough of her sweet goodness to go around, does there?”


Trevor said.

“No. She just…” Edgard stared at Trevor helplessly, hoping he’d fill in the blanks.

“I know, buddy. Chassie is like… it, ain’t she? I discovered that the very first time we spent time together. Made me goddamn glad no other bozos around these parts figured it out before I snapped her up as mine.”


“You’re not mad?”


“No. That pint-sized woman brings out the best in everyone, even degenerates like us. Bein’ with her has made me a better man. I think that’s why I’m able to accept how I feel about you because she accepts it. Encourages it.” Trevor kissed his forehead.

“Besides, I knew you were a goner for Miz Sassy Chassie when you bought her that goddamn goat.”


“Chass was kinda putty in my hands after that, wasn’t she?” Edgard mused.

Trevor laughed. Hard. His whole body shook atop Edgard’s. “Putty. Right. She’s steel, not putty. My advice? She’s a helluva shot too, so don’t piss her off.”


The dead coyote flashed in his mind and Edgard shuddered.

Trevor pulled his softened cock out and took his time melting Edgard with his sweet and hot brand of kisses.

Edgard sighed with absolute contentment as Trevor hopped off the bed, gifting him with another glimpse of the hottest ass he’d ever had.


“You wanna shower?

“Now?”


“Yep.” Trevor grinned and pointed at the interest stirring in Edgard’s cock. “After we have another round of monkey sex, we’ll talk more about all this. In detail. I wanna make it work this time, Ed. Don’t know how we’re gonna go about it, but I figure we can come up with something.”


“But you always bolted when I attempted to talk about anything serious before.”


“I think us both bein’ here together like this is proof contrary to that statement, doncha think?”


“Yeah. I do. Know what else I think?”


“Mmm.”


Edgard wanted to tell him of the conversation he’d had with Gus, but something made him hold off. He smiled cockily. “I think you’d better plan on checkin’ cattle with the four-wheelers in the morning and grab the lube ’cause it’s gonna be one long damn night.”


Chapter Thirty


After Colby and Cord’s families left, Carson convinced Carolyn to go to bed.

Chassie couldn’t sleep. She paced in the guest bedroom, wondering what Trevor and Edgard were up to even when she knew exactly what they were doing: each other. Odd, she didn’t feel so much jealous as curious.

Keely locked herself in her bedroom on the pretext of studying, but Chassie suspected Keely wouldn’t crack a single textbook. Keely freely shared graphic details about her sex life, but when it came to talking about her feelings she was as closed-mouthed as her brothers, maybe worse.

Chassie meandered downstairs into the dark kitchen. She poured a mug of milk and heated it up in the microwave. When she noticed the small lamp glowing from Aunt Carolyn’s sitting room, she went to turn it off and saw Colt standing in front of the big windows, staring out into the darkness.

He said, “Couldn’t sleep either, huh?”


“Nope.”


Colt glanced over his shoulder at her and the mug in her hand. He smiled slightly.

“You still drinkin’ warm milk at night?”


Chassie froze. “How did you know?”


“Dag. He told me he never understood how you preferred milk to whiskey, even when you were older and had the choice. Said he used to get up with you sometimes.

That way if Uncle Harland heard noise he’d put the smackdown on Dag, not you.”


A lump lodged in Chassie’s throat, remembering those nights she couldn’t sleep and she’d tiptoe downstairs. Usually Dag would follow, grumbling she’d made enough noise to wake the dead. They’d sit in the sun porch—winter or summer—talking until she finished her “good girl toddy” or until Dag admonished her for being chatty as a magpie.

“I’m surprised Dag told you.”


“Dag told me a lot of things. Might sound sappy as shit, Chass, but he loved you.

Probably had a piss-poor way of showin’ it, but he thought you were the greatest. He always wanted more for you than he wanted for himself. That’s what made him such a great guy, in my mind anyway.” Colt faced the windows again.

Tears filled her eyes and splashed into her cup. “I didn’t know if he cared about me, especially the last couple years. He was always so angry and bitter.”


“Yeah, well, there’s quite a bit you didn’t know about him.”


“There’s lots I did know about him that he wouldn’t admit. Or more importantly, he didn’t have the guts to face up to. With me or anyone else.”


That comment caught Colt off-guard and he whirled around, his eyes narrowed.

“Like what?”


“Are we really gonna tiptoe around the subject, Colt? Dag’s dead and we can’t even talk about this?”