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“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.”

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“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 cock while tiny fingers delicately rolled his balls.

Chassie and Edgard switched things up as if they’d choreographed this erotic dance a hundred times. She tongued his nipples while Edgard fucked his mouth. Ed came quickly in a molten rush down Trevor’s throat. Even as he was still swallowing, Edgard scooted Trevor’s ass off the end of the bed. Chassie straddled his head, grinding her sweet, wet pussy against his face as she slipped into sixty-nine position. Edgard was on his knees on the floor, scraping his fingers up and down Trevor’s trembling legs and toyed with his balls and prepped his hole as Chassie’s tongue continued to keep him on the ragged edge.

Trevor arched when Edgard impaled him. Fast and hard disappeared as he fucked Trevor thoroughly, but with absolute leisure. Chassie bumped her hips and her clit throbbed beneath his flickering tongue; she lifted her mouth off his dick and gasped as he sucked every last pulse from that swollen pearl.

After she’d caught her sanity, Edgard said, “Use your hand on him so I can fuck him harder and not worry about your teeth.”

“You want him to see what we’re doin’?” she asked as she lay alongside Trevor’s body.

“Yeah, we both know how much he likes to watch.” Edgard’s thrusts were hard and deep and hit Trevor’s gland on every stroke. Trevor pumped into Chassie’s tight fist, feeling the pace Edgard set in his head, his heart, his cock and his ass. For one breathtaking second he dangled on the precipice of bliss, then he soared over. He watched as milky white spurts arced out of his cockhead onto Chassie’s chest and his anal muscles flexed around Edgard’s prick, immediately sending Edgard into a shuddering climax.



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“Holy hell,” Trevor panted. His gaze focused on Edgard and Chassie, who hadn’t moved at all. Who weren’t paying attention to him at all.

With a sound resembling a growl, Edgard brought Chassie close to him, bent his head and licked the opaque droplets from Chassie’s chest with long sweeps of his tongue.

Chassie’s head fell back and she moaned seductively as Edgard cleaned up every rivulet, save for a thick spot on the tip of Chassie’s nipple. That one he wiped off with the pad of his thumb, bringing it to her mouth so she could suck it clean.

The pure joy displayed between these two people he loved had tears springing to his eyes. He finally had exactly what he wanted and he couldn’t bear to let either one go, not for a single night, let alone a lifetime.

But didn’t he owe his family a second chance? Part of him screamed no; part of him looked over at Edgard and was thankful for second chances.

No surprise his sleep was troubled as he wrestled with the unknown.

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Chapter Twenty-five


The second Trevor pulled up to the place he used to call home, he damn near slammed his old truck in reverse and peeled rubber in an effort to escape.

Nothing had changed outside the house; he suspected nothing had changed inside either.

Trevor parked and took off his University of Wyoming ball cap, running his hands through his hair, unconsciously mimicking Edgard’s nervous gesture. He stared at the barns—seven in all—and the gigantic corral surrounded by brand new white metal fencing. Four horse trailers were lined in symmetrical rows along the far left side of the chutes.

Two tractors were parked next to the towering stacks of hay. Must’ve been a good year if that much remained this late in the season. Then again, his dad could’ve bought the damn piles of hay. Money had never been an issue for Tater Glanzer. It was both a carrot and a stick—not just for members of his family.

He knocked back a long drink from the bottle of water, wishing it were whiskey.

After placing the plastic bottle back in the cup holder, Trevor jammed his hands through his hair again.