Short Rides (Rough Riders 14.5)

Edgard and Trevor shared a long, sexy kiss.

After Edgard pulled away, Trevor growled, “She tastes good on you.”

Chassie curled her hands around Edgard’s face.

“I need to f**k you, Chass,” he said against her lips. “With Trev. Right here, right now.”

“Yes. Please.”

Trevor pulled out of her body and backed away.

Before she lodged a protest, Edgard said, “Jump up. Legs around my waist.” Grabbing her butt cheeks, he gave her a boost. Then they were indulging in those drugging kisses.

Chassie threaded her hands through Edgard’s dark hair, holding him close and tight enough to feel his heart pounding against hers.

A cool and slippery finger circled her anus as a warm mouth sucked the droplets of water from her shoulder. Then the slick digit pressed against the opening and slipped inside.

Trevor’s breaths were short and choppy across her skin as he worked more lube into her ass, using two fingers. “Ready to take both of us, sweetheart?”

“Always.” A tingle of anticipation unfurled low in her belly as they aligned their cocks.

Both men released a hiss of pleasure when the tips of their cocks rubbed together. They pushed inside her with a simultaneous thrust. She moaned, loving that immediate feeling of fullness with a sharp bite of pain.

“You feel so good, Chassie,” Trevor murmured in her ear. “Tight and hot.”

“Warm and wet,” Edgard added in her other ear.

Trevor moved and Edgard countered the move. Slow, slow, slow and then four rapid-fire thrusts as he bottomed out in her ass. Edgard would keep the same maddeningly steady pace...and then jackhammer into her pu**y like a man possessed.

Chassie’s entire body was awash in sensation. Inside. Outside. Hands, mouths, cocks. Teeth on her skin. Fingers pinching her ni**les. The muscular heat of Trevor’s body behind her. The grinding thrusts of Edgard’s pelvis against her clit. She was suspended between them. Bent to their will. Their bodies working in tandem and in opposition to make her fly apart.

Edgard kissed her. Then Trevor angled her head to kiss her. Then three mouths met and it shouldn’t have worked, but it did. It was erotic as hell.

“Come on, baby, I know it’s right there,” Edgard panted. “I can feel your body vibrating. You know how this goes. We don’t come until you come.”

“I know what’ll get her there.” Trevor grabbed a fistful of her wet hair and pulled.

The sharp sting on her scalp and Trevor’s mouth sucking on the spot below her ear was like a jolt of electricity. She arched and cried out, “Harder. Faster. So close.”

The sounds of their heavy breathing bounced off the shower walls as their cocks powered into her, creating the most amazing friction.

Chassie drew one breath before she unraveled. Her cunt spasmed around Edgard’s c**k and her anal muscles clamped down on Trevor’s shaft. The throbbing pulses so intense she held her breath. As the last twinge faded, twin grunts echoed. Trevor’s pelvis slammed into her butt as he spilled heat in her ass.

Edgard’s c**k remained buried deep, his hips bumping short jabs as he came in hot spurts.

Trevor rested his forehead on her right shoulder and Edgard rested his forehead on her left shoulder. Her pulse still raced and her body quaked from aftershocks when she kissed Trevor’s temple and then Edgard’s. “That was...spectacular. Thank you.” She whispered, “I love you,” to each man, nuzzling ears and necks.

They lifted their heads and looked at each other with cocky grins.

“I definitely think we need to build a shower like this at home.”

Rough Road: Chapter Three

Two days after returning to Sundance, Chassie was cleaning Max up after lunch, when the phone rang. Caller ID said, Moorcroft Elem. She answered quickly. “Hello?”

“Mrs. Glanzer? This is Patricia Donkle. I’m the school counselor.”

“What happened to Westin?”

“He was involved in an altercation on the playground. He hit another student.”

She closed her eyes. “Where is Westin now?”

“He’s in my office. I’ve called the parents of the other student who was involved. School policy is a face-to-face meeting. How soon can you be here?”

“Fifteen or twenty minutes.”

“Good. Just check in at the front office.”

Chassie hung up. Max had stopped pounding on his high chair tray and looked ready to crash since it was close to his naptime.

Trevor and Sophia bounded in, Sophia chattering a million miles an hour, Edgard bringing up the rear. So it wasn’t a surprise that Edgard noticed her distress first.

“Chassie, what’s wrong?”

“The school called. Westin has been involved in a playground incident. So the counselor has asked me to come to the school.”

“Just now?” Trevor asked.

“Yeah.” Her mind raced. “So if you’ll get Max down for his nap, I’ll go—”

“No. We’ll all go.” Edgard spoke to Sophia. “Can you get Max’s coat?”

“Sure.” She skipped off.

“Now you wanna tell us what’s really goin’ on?”

“I told you everything I know. The other kid’s parents will be there.” She lifted Max out of the high chair. “Wouldn’t it be easier if one of us stayed here with the younger kids?”

“Which one of us stays?” Trevor demanded.

They looked at each other.

“We all go,” Trevor reiterated.

The ride into town was quiet—even Sophia and Max were subdued.

They traipsed into the school and signed in at the office before being directed down a long hallway. A heavyset woman, probably mid-fifties, exited the office marked Counselor. “Hi, Mrs. Glanzer?”

“Yes.”

“I’m Patricia Donkle.” The counselor’s gaze moved between Edgard and Trevor before returning to Chassie. “And they are?”

“Westin’s fathers. Trevor and Edgard Glanzer.”

“Oh. That’s...good you’re all here. We’re in these two rooms.”

Max had started to fuss so Trevor plucked him out of Chassie’s arms and carried him. Sophia remained close to Edgard.

As soon as the door to the conference room opened, Westin ran to Chassie, burying his face against her stomach.

“Hey, sweetie.” She tried to push him back but he wouldn’t budge; he’d curled himself around her completely. “You all right?”