Short Rides (Rough Riders 14.5)

Although they spent the majority of their time in and out of bed as a trio, they also made sure they got couple time too—her with each of them individually and them with each other. No one ever got the short end of the stick, in love, in bed, in parenting, or in being an equal member of the household. She was so very thankful every day that it worked.

She tuned back into the conversation as Trevor said, “Since we’re already adding new plumbing, then we could add a ground floor laundry room, which would make everything easier.”

Edgard nodded. “Then we could finish the basement, wall off a bedroom or two and turn it into a kids’ area, since our dining room and living room are bein’ overrun with toys.”

Trevor pushed a hank of Chassie’s hair over her shoulder. “I agree with Ed. I think it’s time we had a bigger space for the three of us. We’re conscious of kids overhearing when we’re getting down and dirty, so creating a separate area would give us privacy.”

“I agree. I’ll give Chet and Remy a call.”

“Why don’t you let me do it?” Trevor asked. “There’s a lot me’n Ed can do ourselves and that’ll affect the cost, even with the West family discount.”

“So does that mean yes to another baby?”

“Like we’d ever say no to you. It helps your case that you’re such an outstanding mama. And that you’re not a psycho pregnant woman,” Edgard said.

“But childbirth does take a toll on my body. Stretch marks on my tits, my ass, my belly and my hips. Not to mention I turn into a nympho or act like a nun—with no options in between.”

“The stretch marks are beautiful to me,” Trevor said softly.

“And to me,” Edgard said. He traced the jagged white lines beneath her left breast. “You fed our babies with these, Chass. It’s an amazing thing your body can do. It should show the changes because you’ve—we’ve all—changed with each child.” Then his fingers followed the intertwined the letters C, T and E tattoo centered above her left breast—the exact same tattoo both he and Trevor had in the exact same spot on their bodies.

“I loved how round you got with each pregnancy.” Trevor let his fingers drag across her lower belly. “It’s a miracle. Three miracles. So don’t ever think we’re lookin’ at you with anything besides love, admiration and lust. It’s humbling what this body can still do to me every time I look at you or touch it.”

“Same here, querida. Mr. Smooth said it all right for a change.”

Chassie closed her eyes...overwhelmed by her love for them.

Trevor gathered her against his chest. “Hey. No cryin’ allowed. Why don’t we all just stay right here and nap for a little longer? There’s no reason to get up.”

“Sounds good. So we don’t have any big plans for tonight?” she asked with a yawn.

“We do have a few movies left to watch,” Trevor said.

“Right, we didn’t make it through the first one before we were all on each other.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

“It’s not. But, man, it’s been a few years since we’ve gone at it this hard.”

Edgard kissed her eyelids. “So you’d probably better rest up, huh?”

The next morning Chassie had managed to shampoo her hair and shave before she was joined in the big shower by both her men.

“You know, we’ve been talkin’,” Trevor started.

Her gaze zeroed in on their crotches, one at a time. “Looks like you’ve been doin’ more than talkin’.”

Edgard poured body wash in his hands and created lather. Then he began soaping the front side of her body, starting at her collarbones. His soft, sure lips moved from the tip of her chin up the side of her jaw.

Her entire body became a mass of gooseflesh.

Then Trevor’s body was snugged up behind hers, his mouth on her ear. “We had plans for you this morning before we have to leave.”

“But this will work too,” Edgard murmured in her other ear.

“So just relax and let us take care of you.” Trevor’s mouth skated along the arch of her neck.

Chassie sighed and closed her eyes. She loved everything about the three of them being together, but when they double-teamed her like this, focused entirely on her pleasure, well, it reminded her of how lucky she was.

Slippery hands caressed her body, front and back.

“I love how your skin smells. Not only because you use this honey, goat’s milk, and lavender body wash.”

“It is pretty cool that Sky Blue uses so much of our goat milk in their products. I never thought I could make such a good living selling—”

“Really, Chass? We’re all three nekkid together in this shower and you’re talking business?” Trevor admonished with mock outrage.

She laughed. “I’m sorry. I surrender to you both completely.”

“Good choice,” Edgard whispered, sending goose bumps cascading down her body. “Close your eyes. Let us take care of you.”

Every touch, every kiss, sent her deeper into that fuzzy white void where they owned her completely. She trusted them with everything she had, with everything she was.

“Hands on the wall, sweetheart.”

Trevor entered her from behind, angling her slightly forward as she braced herself against the shower wall. His hands continued that constant stroking as he slid in and out of her pu**y; his mouth busy teasing the back of her neck.

Then Edgard dropped to his knees.

Her knees nearly buckled when his tongue began tracing her slit, top to bottom, circling her clit. “Oh God this feels so good.”

When Trevor pulled out and paused, she felt Edgard’s tongue licking the head of Trevor’s cock, then switching to swirl his tongue around the opening to her sex.

Trevor growled against her nape, slowing down so Edgard could tease them both.

Chassie started to drift, the steam from the shower returning her to that hazy state, Trevor sending her to another plane with his mouth, his hands and his cock.

When Edgard zigzagged his tongue back up her slit, her belly performed a slow, delicious roll. He spread the fleshy skin covering her clit and settled his mouth there until she came against his flickering tongue and sucking lips.

Her body still was quaking when Edgard stood and pulled her against him. Mashed between two wet, hard male bodies caused her sex to clench around Trevor’s hard shaft.