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Edgard licked the back of Trevor’s neck, trilling his lips over the sensitive bend in his shoulder until Trevor trembled. “You want what only I can give you? You don’t care if she knows how much you love my cock? Shoved in your ass? Shoved in your mouth?”

Right then, Channing knew she’d been wrong. Trevor wasn’t the dominant in this sexual relationship, Edgard was.

“No, I don’t care if she knows.”

“Beg me to finish it. Beg me to show her what I do to you. What I give to you that no one else ever has, meu amor.”

“Edgard. Please, fuck me. I’ll do anything you want, just don’t stop—”

Edgard growled his approval and rocked into Trevor with such force the base of the table cracked.

She’d never seen such a brutal show of censure.

“Jack off right now,” Edgard hissed. “I want to see your come spewing all over your stomach.”

Trevor reached between his legs, his arm pumping as his hand furiously worked his cock. He came with an extended groan that bordered on a scream.

Edgard roared, arched, his ass cheeks clenched as he pounded his meat into Trevor’s upthrust ass harder and harder until he shouted out his release. Still giving Trevor short, pulsing strokes, Edgard bowed over Trevor’s back. Breathing hard. Licking. Biting. Sucking Trevor’s passion-dampened skin.

Channing came in a wet gush without even touching herself, just by squeezing her thighs together. As much as she’d been unbelievably turned on by this voyeuristic episode, she knew something had happened between Trevor and Edgard in that interlude.

As they started to murmur to each other in that low lover’s crooning tone, she snuck out, locking the door behind her.





Chapter Fourteen







Channing returned to the rodeo grounds in a daze. She smiled politely at the other women who were also waiting for the bull riding to begin. They were all at the point of the day—the breaking point—that they wished for the event to be over because they had miles of blacktop stretching ahead of them.

When it was Colby’s turn to ride, she was surprised to see Trevor helping him prepare. Had Trevor told Colby that she knew about him and Edgard? She hoped not. Colby needed to concentrate on his riding, not whether she was weirded out by what she’d discovered an hour ago about his traveling partners.

Colby had a decent ride, an eighty-four, but his hand had gotten caught in his bullrope. He took a couple of slow spins with the bull before the bull fighter freed him. Colby hit the ground hard and the bull had rushed him. A big gasp echoed in the arena as it appeared the bull’s hooves had connected with his upper torso twice before the bull fighter chased the bull off.

Her belly muscles knotted as she observed him limping from the arena. His score was good enough to get him in the short-go, but she wondered how badly he’d been hurt.

Usually, Channing loved bull riding; it was her favorite part of the rodeo. But today she could scarcely watch, as the bulls so far had been some of the nastiest she’d ever seen.

Colby didn’t stay on his last bull. It jerked hard and yanked the rope right out of Colby’s hand, tossing him headfirst into the gate. Colby managed to tuck and take the brunt of the impact on his right side. It took a minute before he got up again.

Even after he’d gotten ejected in the short-go, Colby ended up in fifth. Good enough to finish in the money, but not enough points to move him up in the standings. He was still ranked second.

Oddly enough, Cash had won the final round of bull riding. The minute the engraved gold belt buckle had passed into Cash’s hands, she made tracks to the contestants’ entrance. Heedless of what his friends or others might think, when Channing caught sight of Colby, she practically ran to him.

He gave her that charming boyish grin, complete with devilish dimples, but his smile didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Hey, darlin’. Didja see that ride?”

“The one where you got hurt?”

“Hell. I ain’t hurt. Just got my bell rung a little, that’s all.”

She frowned. “But—”

“Seriously, Chan, I’m okay. I got my payout, so I’m actually a lot better than okay. I’m ready to hit the road.” He gestured with his head toward the parking lot. “Trev and Edgard loaded up the horses and we’re ready to go.”

“You’ll be able to rest in the truck?”

“Nah. I’m on tap to drive to Valentine.”

Channing reached for his hand and he winced and jerked it back.

“What? You don’t want to hold my hand now?”

“It ain’t that.”

“Then what?”

“I’m just a little sore. Forget it.”