“Come on, baby, roll over. Keep them arms above your head.”As soon as Chassie was on her belly, Trevor hiked her hips into the air and kneed her stance wider. Then all that burning, brawny male flesh brushed the inside of her thighs.His thumb swept across her hole, over and over, bringing those sensitive nerve endings alive. Making her want. Tingles shot up her spine until she trembled.“You’re so sexy. This ain’t gonna be gentle.”“I’m used to that by now.”He flattened his tongue on her tailbone and licked straight up to the hairline.“Complainin’?”“Hell no.”His chuckle pealed in her ear, danced like electricity across her skin. Trevor spread cool, wet lubrication over the pucker, easing one finger in. The sound of his rapid breathing as his free hand slicked more lube on his cock was beyond sexy.Trevor’s finger slipped out. His plump cockhead circled her anus before he pushed it past the tight ring of muscle and all the way into her ass on a single glide. He hissed. He withdre
“I’m the lucky man to test your stamina? All night?” He grinned. “I’m all over that.”“I’ll bet a guy like you has plenty of stayin’ power,” Chassie shot back with a sexy growl. “I’m lucky, showin’ up with the two hottest guys in the county. That uppity Brandy Martinson is so gonna eat her heart out.”“I’m sure she’s used to no one noticing her when you’re in the room, sweetheart,”Edgard drawled.“Ed, stop flirtin’ with my wife.” Trevor pointed at Chassie. “And you better behave, missy. I ain’t opposed to puttin’ you over my knee and paddlin’ that badonkadonk if the situation warrants it.”She stood and started stacking plates. “You threaten to spank me but you never follow through.” She paused, looking thoughtfully at Edgard. “Since I’m not Trevor’s usual type—a big boobed blonde—I wondered if Trevor’s claim is true or if he’s feedin’ me a cowboy line.”“What line would that be?”“That he’s always had a thing for asses and it’s the first body part he notices.”Right. How could he an
Brandy’s natural blonde hair and big blue eyes were the ideal, whereas Chassie’s mixed ethnicity meant looks of pity rather than jealousy. As she matured, Chassie accepted her heritage both as an Indian and a rancher, while Brandy maintained her air of superiority for being born pretty, white, and privileged. Years later Brandy still relished putting Chassie in her place, since she considered Chassie far beneath her social status.A mental snort sounded in Chassie’s head. As if Wyoming was the pinnacle of high society. As if being a “nail technician specialist” meant something besides Brandy filed fake claws and gossiped all day while drinking Diet Coke.But she hated Brandy still had the power to make her feel like a dirty little rez reject.Chassie wasn’t paying attention as she shuffled down the darkened hallway. She glanced up from her seen-better-days turquoise ropers into her husband’s smiling face.“You all right, darlin’? You been gone a long time. I was gettin’ worried.”She
Her cousins already owned most of four Wyoming counties. For the first time in her life she understood her father’s resentment toward the ranching family. If the McKays got their hands on Dutton’s land it’d feel like encroachment, whereas if she and Trevor bought Dutton’s land, it would feel like progress, despite either way they ended up with the McKays as neighbors.Neither she nor Trevor owned anything worth anything. No antiques, or jewelry or heirlooms. Their pickups were running on baling twine and prayers. The farm equipment was ancient. They could sell off a couple bulls, a couple horses and it still wouldn’t put a dent in the kind of cash they needed to come up with.The financial situation weighed on Trevor, making him feel like he couldn’t provide for her. He’d considered asking his dad to loan them money, but Chassie would rather lose out on the land than have Trevor beholden in any way to his father.Which put them back at square one; dreams without the resources to reali
“It doesn’t take three fuckin’ hours to feed the cows.”“We had extra time so I took Ed on a tour of the ranch.”“Durin’ this private tour with Ed, did it occur to you that you hadn’t taken your goddamn cell phone along? And maybe I worried that you’d gotten stuck or something?”Stung by his sharp tone, she retorted, “If you were so worried you could’ve tracked me down on one of the four-wheelers.”Trevor growled.Sugar worked better than vinegar with her grumpy—jealous?—husband. Chassie jumped into his arms and he staggered backward. Before he started another diatribe, she peppered his scowling face with kisses. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to give you more gray hairs, darlin’. Let me make it up to you. However you want.”“I like the sound of that.” Trevor whacked her ass twice before setting her down.Edgard stopped in front of the truck. Trevor took a step back from Chassie and from Edgard and they didn’t so much as look at each other.Weird. “You guys hungry?”“It’s at
Chassie’s whole body shook. Partially because she was so turned on, partially from the shock of having her ass hanging out in the cold winter air.Trevor pressed behind her; his thighs cool, his thick sex still hot as it brushed over her bound wrists. Meaty hands squeezed her hips, then one slid between her hipbones and the coarse texture of his palm caused her belly to flutter. The fingers followed the cleft of her sex, straight through the curls to where she was sticky and aching.He growled, “Baby, you’re already wet.”She pumped her pelvis. “More.”Trevor dipped his middle finger into the wetness and stroked her clit lightly, creating a slippery, tingly sensation. “Like this?”“Faster.” He started a rub/swirl combo and Chassie knew she wouldn’t last long.“Oh. That’s it.”Without missing a stroke, he placed his mouth on her ear and sucked the air clean out.It sent her over the brink, as he knew it would. A dizzy, whirling sensation fogged her brain; a continual pulsing cinched he
Not two seconds later, the air left Trevor’s lungs as Edgard tackled him to the ground. Trevor rolled to dislodge the man from his back; Edgard countered, took a swing and missed. Trevor bucked and twisted his shoulders, but Edgard anticipated the move and used the momentum against Trevor to try and shove Trevor’s face against the fence.Before Edgard cornered him and held him down completely to land a punch, Trevor rolled again and pushed to his feet. A noise echoed behind him, but he ignored it as he fisted his hands in Edgard’s shearling coat, dragging him upright until they were nose to nose.“What the hell has gotten into you?”Edgard attempted to jerk back. Trevor held tight.“This is why you came here?” he yelled in Edgard’s face. “To sucker punch me and knock me in the fuckin’ dirt?”“No.”“Then what?”Edgard didn’t move. He just breathed hard and stared hard at Trevor without flinching.Trevor’s rapid breaths sliced the cold air but couldn’t cut through the icy tension.“Answ
“Thank you,” Trevor whispered against her crown.“Let me go.”“If I do will you talk to me? Give me a chance to explain?”Chassie managed a pitiful laugh. “What’s to explain? You married me when you were in love with someone else.”“Baby, it’s not what you think.”“I don’t have to think. I know what I saw.”The silence was broken by Edgard’s approach. Trevor’s whole body tensed.But Chassie wasn’t about to back down. She wasn’t in the wrong. She blew the hair out of her eyes and met Edgard’s baleful stare dead on.Edgard said, “I’m sorry. This wasn’t supposed to happen.”“It did happen and if you want him so goddamn bad, you can have him. I’m done with him. For good.”Rather than snap off a nasty comment, Edgard did the unexpected: he cupped Chassie’s face in his hands and wiped her tears. “You don’t mean that, Chassie. You’re angry. You should be. But you need to listen to Trevor.”“I’ve heard enough.”“No, you haven’t heard the important part.”“And what part would that be, Edgard?”