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Rough, Raw, and Ready (Rough Riders #5) Page 57
Author: Lorelei James

“You sure are a cuddly little kitten, Miz Chassie.”

“It doesn’t bother you I’m a friendly sleeper?”

“No. I like it.” Edgard playfully tugged on her braid. “You haven’t heard me complaining the last couple nights, have you?”

“Nope, and I’m glad, ’cause macho Trevor doesn’t wanna snuggle up nearly as much as I like to. He needs his space.”

“I’m well aware of that,” Edgard said dryly.

Trevor rolled his eyes. “You two done insultin’ me?”

Chassie said, “It’s not an insult if it’s true.”

Edgard laughed.

“Go to sleep, woman. And you”—he pointed at Edgard—“quit encouragin’ her.”

Trevor grabbed the remote and tossed a couple of pillows on the bed, adding another blanket before he crawled in on Chassie’s other side. He turned on the TV.

“Comfy?” Edgard asked.

“Yeah. Glad we did chores early ’cause I sure as hell don’t feel like gettin’ dressed and goin’ back outside.”

“Me neither. I forgot how damn breath-stealing the cold can be up here.”

“You’ll get used to it. Next winter you won’t even notice.”

Edgard turned and looked at him. “You askin’ me if I’ll be around next year?”

That assumption just slipped out and Trevor had no way to backtrack.

You don’t want to take it back. You want him here. Man up and tell him the truth.

“If that’s what you want.”

“It’s all I ever wanted.”

The warmth filling Trevor’s body owed nothing to the blankets.

Chassie was already asleep, one hand resting on Edgard’s bare chest; the other on Trevor’s abdomen. Trevor and Edgard were propped up against the back of the couch.

“She’s whupped.” Trevor brushed a hank of hair from her cheek.

“We were pretty demanding.”

Trevor grinned. “And she loved every minute of it.”

“True. So did I. You tired?”

“Nah. You?”

Edgard shook his head. “I’m wired.”

“Wanna see what’s on ESPN2?”

“Sure. Haven’t seen a good football game in a while.”

“Football season is over. The Superbowl was last month.”

“You Americans. Everyone else in the world calls it football and yet you insist on calling it soccer.”

“Don’t matter ’cause I ain’t watchin’ soccer,” Trevor scoffed. He flipped channels until he landed on one that interested him. “See? Now this is a real sport.”

Edgard snorted. “I ain’t watchin’ a mixed martial arts marathon. Guys beating the shit out of each other? Just like Saturday night in a damn cowboy bar except they ain’t yelling insults about the other guys’ mama.”

“But this guy fightin’ is a master of Brazilian jujitsu.”

“Don’t care. Just ’cause Brazil is in the name of something don’t mean shit. And for the record, I don’t like Brazil nuts either.”

“I like ’em just fine,” Trevor said slyly.

“Smartass. Why is it you never let me have the goddamn remote?” Edgard snapped,

“Give it to me.”

“Here.” Trevor passed it over and threaded his fingers through Edgard’s, setting their joined hands on the pillow above Chassie’s head. “Happy now?”

“Yeah.”

Trevor knew it didn’t have a damn thing to do with Edgard finally getting control of the remote.

A few hours later, they were still lounging in bed, eating popcorn and watching Cops reruns, when Chassie said, “Why are so many people on this show always naked? No one wanders around naked in real life.”

“Spoken by a woman who is totally buck-ass nekkid between not one, but two buck-ass nekkid men,” Trevor pointed out.

The phone rang, cutting off her response.

Trevor snagged the receiver off the coffee table and answered, “Hello?” He frowned.

“Ma? Why’re you…No.” Pause. “What?” He sprang up. “When?” Pause. “And you’re just callin’ me now?” Pause. “That’s a lousy f**kin’ excuse and you know it.” Trevor inhaled and exhaled slowly, trying to stay calm. “Sorry. No. That’s fine.” Longer pause as he paced. “I can’t imagine what the hell he wants but, yeah, I’ll leave first thing in the mornin’. Yeah. Noon, probably. See ya then.” He clicked the off button.

“Trevor? Honey, what’s wrong?”

Trevor looked at Chassie. “My father had a heart attack.”

“Oh no. When?”

“A f**kin’ week ago.”

Chassie’s eyes widened. “And they’re just calling you now?”

“Apparently. Jesus. I can’t believe it. He’s out of the hospital and recovering at home.”

Edgard said, “How serious is it?”

“Serious enough that the old man’s requested my presence right away.” A bitter laugh escaped. “Or what he considers right away.”

“What does he want to see you about?”

“No clue. I hafta go tomorrow. Don’t know how long I’ll be gone.” He looked from Chassie to Edgard. “I’m glad you’re here to help her. Be just our luck if calves started droppin’.”

“But…don’t you want me to come with you?” Chassie asked.

Trevor sat next to her and took her hand. “Without soundin’ like a dick, you don’t wanna meet my family under these circumstances. Hell, I really don’t want you to meet them under any circumstances.” He squeezed his eyes shut. “Chass, baby, they’re not nice people.”

“How can that be? You’re nice.”

He grunted.

“You are.” Her warm fingers brushed his face. “I don’t want you to have to deal with them alone.”

“I’ll be fine. I just…dammit, I don’t wanna have to deal with them at all.”

“It’s okay. Come back to bed and let me and Ed love you up tonight. We’ll give you a happy memory to take with you.”

Trevor crawled between them, unprepared for the blitz on his emotions and his body.

Edgard and Chassie worked in tandem. Kissing him until he couldn’t discern Edgard’s taste from Chassie’s. Touching him, driving him to the breaking point with dual sensations of rough and soft hands caressing his slick skin. Two mouths sucking and licking. One big hand firmly jacking his c**k while tiny fingers delicately rolled his balls.

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