“More,” Edgard said. “I need more.”
Trevor’s head bobbed faster in shallow strokes. His tongue and lips worked Edgard’s c**k while Trevor’s hand worked his balls. His saliva-slick middle finger rubbed the sensitive ridge of skin leading to Edgard’s hole.
A tingle rocketed down Edgard’s spine, gathering steam between his legs and shot straight out the end of his c**k like supercharged jet fuel. He pumped his pelvis, wanting to feel the entire length of his c**k enclosed by that wet heat.
But Trevor clamped his hands on Edgard’s hipbones, keeping him in place. He wrapped his lips halfway up his shaft, sucking every spurt, then tonguing the tip of Edgard’s twitching cock.
Blood rushed to Edgard’s head; his vision dimmed as black and white spots danced beneath his lids. His limbs felt heavy, his body woozy. In the back of his mind, he wondered if Chassie would think him less-than-manly if he passed out in the face of such pleasure.
Pleasure provided to him by her husband.
Edgard opened his eyes and noticed his fingers were gripping Trevor’s hair. The soft strands were a dozen diverse shades of blond, giving Trevor an angelic look. Coupled with Trevor’s devilish grin…and Edgard had been a goner from the first smile.
A smile Edgard saw immediately after his c**k slipped free from that smirking mouth. “Good, eh?”
“Very good, meu amore.”
The sound of Chassie shifting restlessly on the couch behind them brought Edgard out of his orgasmic stupor. He slid his fingertips down the outside of Trevor’s face. His thumbs tenderly stroked Trevor’s strong jawline.
Trevor pushed to his feet. Edgard expected him to back away, so it shocked the hell out of him when Trevor circled his arms around him and buried his damp face in Edgard’s neck. His admission, “Jesus, I missed you,” was nearly inaudible.
But it was loud enough to lodge in Edgard’s heart and his soul.
As much as he craved the affectionate side of this man, Edgard lifted Trevor’s face and pecked him on the mouth. “Same goes. But Chassie needs you. Go to her now.”
Another quick kiss and Edgard retreated, snatching up his clothes and heading upstairs without looking back.
Chapter Sixteen
“Where’s he goin’?” Chassie said just to break the awkward silence.
“He’s givin’ us some time.” Trevor crouched in front of her. His eyes searched hers, the pale blue irises clouded with concern. “Talk to me, baby.”
When Chassie didn’t respond, Trevor curled his hands around her hips, jerking her forward. His quick movement surprised her so much she flinched. Dammit. She hadn’t meant to do that.
The muscle in Trevor’s jaw rippled, a sign he’d clenched his teeth together.
She reached for him, the need to soothe automatic. She took time to glide her hand up his arm, wanting the contact of his skin on hers. “Trevor, you startled me, that was all.
I wasn’t recoiling from your touch.”
“You sure?” Trevor’s scrutiny was the most intense he’d ever given her. “I don’t want no secrets between us.”
“I’m sure. It was…” Were there words to describe how she’d felt at seeing her husband’s unadulterated joy at being with another man?
“Was what?”
“Not what I expected.”
Trevor’s face inched closer. “Explain that right now.”
“I thought I’d hate it. Before, in the kitchen? When we were just talkin’? I figured I’d probably jump in and put a stop to it if it was more than I could handle.”
“You didn’t stop us.”
“No. Part of me was relieved.”
“Why?”
“Because now I know it isn’t me.”
He squinted at her. “What wasn’t you?”
Chassie focused on the continual stroke of her thumb over the cut of muscle in Trevor’s biceps. “You have a voracious sexual appetite, Trev. I understood that when we hooked up. And I…well, I told you I wasn’t overly sexually experienced.”
“That never bothered me, just like it didn’t bother you that I’d been with more’n my fair share of women. Even some women you’re good friends with.”
“I know. It’s just sometimes, right after we’d made love or had sex or whatever, you’d get this far off look in your eye. You didn’t realize you even did it. Bein’ paranoid, I had it in my mind that I hadn’t measured up and you were disappointed in me in bed and didn’t want to say anything.”
“Chassie, baby, you know that’s not—”
“Let me finish.” Chassie mustered the courage to look in Trevor’s eyes. “Today, after seein’ this, I realize that was wrong. You weren’t critiquing my performance. You weren’t even thinkin’ about me, were you?”
He briefly squeezed his eyes shut and blinked them open. “Fuck. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. Like I said, I’m more relieved than anything.”
“Relieved? That I was thinkin’ about another…man?”
“Crazy female logic, right? It hurts, yeah, but it probably makes no sense when I admit I’d be even more freaked out if it were a woman lodged so deeply in your thoughts.”
A scowl distorted his face. “But now?”
“But after seein’ you and Edgard together, I understand you get something from bein’ with him, something I can’t give you, even if I become the perfect lover. You do the same for him. There’s a need. There’s a connection. I saw it and it felt a lot more like love than experimental man-lust from your past.” When Trevor’s eyes darted away, she demanded, “I’m right, aren’t I?”
“You askin’ me if I love him?”
Chassie shook her head. “I’m tellin’ you I’d understand if you did.”
A heavy pause lingered before Trevor met her eyes.
Her stomach lurched at the raw emotion he didn’t bother to hide. “Jesus, Chass.
What did I ever do to deserve you?”
They’d suffered enough emotional turmoil with no clear solution, so she strove to lighten things up. “Maybe the question oughta be what should you do to keep me? I need reassurance you find me as enthralling as the Brazilian. Because, darlin’, he is one smokin’ hot specimen of man flesh.”
Trevor frowned.
Chassie wasn’t finished. “You’ve got that All-American boy next door look, tall, built and handsome, with your tousled blond hair, blazin’ blue eyes and shit-eatin’ grin.