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Chassie. Guilt swamped him. First time he’d thought of his wife since he’d touched Edgard.

He broke the kiss in small increments. “Your turn. Strip.”

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Chapter Fifteen


As Edgard yanked off his T-shirt and pants, he wondered how far he could push Trevor in front of Chassie. In the past Trevor had been content to let Edgard lead, especially at the beginning of their sexual relationship. He’d watched Trevor fuck enough women to know Trevor preferred to be dominant. After what he’d seen in the barn between Trevor and Chassie, that preference still held true.

Part of Edgard’s dominance had been an attempt to win Trevor over. To convince the stubborn man what they had inside and outside the bedroom was worth keeping. Now with Trevor married to Chassie, had his need for control changed?

Dismissing his brooding as pointless, Edgard glanced over at Trevor. Those pale blue eyes filled with appreciation and heat. Those strong, callused hands were clenched in fists by his naked flanks. When Trevor allowed his gaze to travel the full length of Edgard’s body, Edgard forced himself to stay still, even as he willed Trevor to make the first move.

Trevor did. He ran a single blunt fingertip from the middle of Edgard’s throat in a line straight down to the tip of his cock and back up. Slowly. Then he slid his palm down to Edgard’s sternum and spread his fingers out like a starfish. “I forgot how your chest hair felt against my skin,” he murmured, almost to himself.

I didn’t. Touch me. Put your goddamn hands all over me.

Edgard might’ve voiced those demands in the past. Not now. Now he needed Trevor to show him the pace he could handle. So as Edgard’s breathing grew more labored and his cock grew harder, he waited.

And Trevor sensed Edgard’s restraint. He sidled forward. “So in your dirty fantasies, Ed, what’m I doin’ first? Fallin’ to my knees?” Trevor’s hand skimmed Edgard’s torso as  131



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he spoke. “Or am I jackin’ you off?” Then that strong hand closed around Edgard’s cock and tugged. “Or do you just bend me over the couch from the get-go?”

“Are those my options?”

Trevor chuckled against Edgard’s shoulder. “Maybe we oughta start out with option number two and work our way around the wish list?”

“Uh. That’d be—” Edgard gasped when Trevor’s work-roughened fingers stroked his balls, while firm lips traced the arc of his collarbone. “Whatever you want.”

“Why you handin’ me the reins, partner?”

Edgard angled his head as Trevor’s lips traveled up the slope of his neck, letting the feel, the scent, the nearness of Trevor consume him.

“You afraid Chassie can’t handle seein’ me takin’ what you love to dish out?”

“It crossed my mind, sweet Jesus, I like having your mouth on me.”

“I know.” Trevor nipped Edgard’s earlobe hard and growled, “I ain’t hidin’ anything of what we do from my wife. Like you said, we’ve come this far, ain’t no sense in turnin’

back now and pretendin’ it ain’t what it is. Tell me what you want.”

Just like that, domineering Edgard reappeared. “Suck my nipples while you’re jacking me off.” Edgard fisted his hand in Trevor’s hair and pushed Trevor’s face to where he wanted that eager mouth on his chest.

A thick growl escaped as Trevor licked the flat disk.

Edgard couldn’t tear his eyes away from the contrast of Trevor’s pink tongue against the darker tones of his nipple. The sound of Trevor’s contentment when he rubbed his cheek on the furred mat covering Edgard’s chest burned into Edgard’s ears like his favorite song.

Then Trevor stopped worrying the nipple with his teeth and switched to the other side.

“I want your mouth,” Edgard said.

“Where?” Trevor lifted his head.

“On mine.” He and Trevor were nearly the same height, which made the change easy as Trevor continued the handjob.

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The kiss wasn’t as frantic as earlier. But it was long and slow and deep. Edgard hungrily ran his hands over every section of Trevor’s skin he could reach. Edgard had dreamed of this day so many times he didn’t expect he could stop himself from coming fast. And it boggled his mind how quickly they’d picked up that old rhythm—as if they hadn’t been apart. That idea spiraled Edgard’s need higher.

But it was Trevor who dissolved the kiss. “You’re close, Ed. Come on. Give it to me.

Let go. I’ve got you.”