Short Rides (Rough Riders 14.5)

“You are special,” Westin insisted.

“And you are the sweetest boy in the world.” Ramona kissed his cheek. “We are gonna have some fun this weekend.”

“So are we.”

Edgard aimed Chassie a hot look that made her belly swoop. “You’ve got five minutes to get your toiletries packed and say goodbye to the kids before we hit the road.” He shook his head when Chassie opened her mouth. “And don’t ask where we’re goin’.”

“Just be ready,” Trevor added and lightly smacked her ass.

“But who’s taking care of the livestock?”

“Colt,” Edgard and Trevor said simultaneously. “We’ve got it handled. You’re wasting time, woman.”

“Fine.” Chassie raced inside and tossed her bathroom stuff in a bag. What had the guys packed for her? Should she check to see they’d packed enough?

Don’t worry about it. Chances are high you’ll be nekkid most the weekend anyway.

And she couldn’t wait.

Six hours later they’d reached their destination—a remote cabin in Montana.

Trevor hoisted the last cooler out of the pickup bed. He and Edgard had decided it’d be easiest to haul food with them, rather than trying to find a grocery store in the middle of nowhere. The last thing he wanted to do on this rare getaway was spend time buying groceries.

Inside the cabin, Edgard was putting the food away. He glanced over his shoulder at Trevor and grinned. “This is a great place. Where’d you find it?”

“A couple guys I knew came up here huntin’ every fall. Lucky for us this is this weekend before the season opens. Where’s Chass?”

“In the bedroom, checking to see what we packed for her.”

“That oughta take her all of two minutes.” Trevor cut through the large living area to the hallway leading to the bedrooms. The master suite had a king-sized bed and a sitting area. He gave the windows that overlooked a small meadow a cursory glance before tracking Chassie to the master bath. The walk-in slate shower was enormous—perfect for three.

Trevor leaned in the doorframe, watching Chassie paw through the toy bag. Without looking up, she said, “Will we really need three vibrators this weekend?”

“Guess we’ll have to wait and see. Better to have too many than too few. And you, my sweet, darlin’ wife, have too many clothes on. Strip.”

Chassie rolled her eyes and then she brushed past him, setting the bag of sex toys on the floor.

Trevor followed her, stopping at the end of the bed.

Edgard moved in behind him, resting his chin on Trevor’s shoulder. “You heard him. Ditch the clothes.”

She whirled around. “But we’ve only been here fifteen minutes.”

“Then we’ve already wasted five of those minutes.” Trevor’s heart thumped when Edgard’s hand splayed across his lower belly. “This retreat is to celebrate ten years of marriage and eight years of our commitment to Ed. Now we’re a family, but I wanted us to reaffirm to each other what we are to each other.”

“There’s more to what the three of us are to each other than awesome sex partners,” Chassie shot back.

“But sex is part of who we are, and sometimes that connection gets lost in ranch chores, raising kids and other day-to-day stuff,” Edgard said. “And I, for one, am very curious as to what our Trevor has planned for us.”

Chassie smirked. “Me too. No doubt Mr. Bossy will tell us in explicit detail.”

Trevor raised an eyebrow. “I believe Mr. Bossy already told you to strip.”

“Maybe you oughta disobey him,” Edgard drawled, “’cause I surely would like to see some red marks across your ass. Been a while, hasn’t it?”

“That’s a great idea, Ed. Did you pack a crop?”

“Yep.”

“That’s a terrible idea,” Cassie grumbled. “I’m stripping, see?” She whipped her sweatshirt off, then her tank top. Trevor loved that she hadn’t worn a bra. She pushed her jeans and plain white panties down her legs, kicking them aside. Naked, she propped her hand on her hip. “Now what?”

“Watch.”

Edgard’s hand moved and unbuttoned Trevor’s jeans. His deft fingers slid the zipper down. One tug and Trevor’s jeans and underwear fell to his knees.

Trevor shifted impatiently and kicked them off completely.

Chassie’s demeanor changed as she watched them.

Something had changed with Trevor too; his c**k was fully erect.

Edgard’s hand gripped the base of Trevor’s c**k and stroked up, adding that twist at the end that had Trevor clenching his butt cheeks together.

“I thought I was in charge,” Trevor said.

“You are,” Edgard breathed in his ear sending a wave of want through him. “Tell me to stop.”

Right. Like that’d happen.

“Didn’t think so,” Edgard breathed again. “Tell us what you want.”

Trevor crooked his finger at Chassie. “On your knees.”

She was in front of him in an instant.

“Ed, put my c**k in her mouth.” Trevor watched as Edgard painted the outline of her lips with the wet tip. Chassie’s breath drifted over the sensitive head for a couple of heartbeats. And then his shaft was gliding into her warm, wet mouth, “Sweet Jesus that feels good.”

Edgard waited several strokes until Chassie’s mouth was wet enough that she could fully take Trevor’s shaft. On the next pass, he didn’t let her retreat. He held her head in place, her lips pressed against Trevor’s groin, his dick filling her throat. “Swallow,” Edgard commanded. “You know how he likes it.”

Chassie’s eyes remained on Trevor’s as her throat muscles worked him. And worked him again. And again.

“Beautiful,” Trevor murmured and reached down to caress the hollow of her cheek. “You’re so perfect in every way. I’m so lucky to have you.”

Her eyes fluttered closed and she sighed as she released his c**k and started sliding her mouth up and down his shaft.

Then Edgard was unbuttoning Trevor’s shirt and tugging it to his elbows. His hands skated across Trevor’s torso. Stopping to tease all the hot spots that drove him wild. He hissed with pleasure when Edgard pinched his nipple the same time Chassie’s teeth scraped the underside of his cockhead. His lovers knew him well. Knew how to make him shudder and moan. Knew how to make his knees weak and his head spin.