Chapter Twelve
Early the next morning Colby brought her new coffee pot into the motel room before he headed out to watch the morning “slack” competition. He urged her to stay in bed and rest until check-out time.
Channing didn’t argue. She was wiped out. Too much tension. Too much sun. Too much booze. Too much sex.
She groaned and rolled over. Her whole body ached. Talk about sore.
She’d had sex with Colby twice early yesterday morning. Oral and sixty-nine with Trevor mid-morning, and then last night…
Wowza. Hot flash. Last night had been the most erotic night of her life. Not only because she’d been initiated into the pain/pleasure of anal sex, but because she’d been initiated into dark, possessive side of consuming lust. Hers. His. The scary beauty of it when they came together in unrestrained passion.
Maybe it’d been foolish in the aftermath of such a scintillating episode, but Channing couldn’t stop from telling Colby how she’d felt last night. No. How he’d made her feel. Sensual. Beautiful. Desired. And he couldn’t have marked her as his any more clearly than if he’d whipped out a branding iron and burned his initials into her ass.
Oh, it would be easier if she could be blasé about it. Chalk up the experience to another rocking sexual encounter and move on. Problem was, she couldn’t. She didn’t want to. And she didn’t want to analyze why things had changed last night.
She’d rather curl up in a ball, comforted by the scent of sex lingering on the sheets as she napped. Naturally her brain wouldn’t stop spinning.
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After fifteen minutes of tossing and turning, drifting off into blessed slumber wasn’t an option.
Rather than taking a shower, Channing indulged in an hour-long bath. The heat leached out some of the soreness, but it might be a few days before her butt quit hurting. She snickered. Now she totally understood the phrase hurt so good.
She dressed in loose-fitting jeans, a lightweight, long-sleeved white cotton shirt, hoping it’d reflect the sun’s brutal rays. Even after slathering on sunscreen yesterday, her skin had turned crimson from a day in the stands. Good thing she’d kept her hat on and saved her scalp from frying. Instead of boots she wore strappy sandals. Cool head and cool feet meant a cooler core temperature.
With her bags packed and lined up by Colby’s by the door, she slurped the last of the coffee. Then she lovingly cleaned the carafe and packed it back in the box. It would probably sound silly to Colby, but she knew it would become one of her most treasured possessions.
She wasn’t a stranger to gifts. Mostly big, expensive ones. Her parents had given her a BMW for her sixteenth birthday. When she’d turned twenty-one, a flawless string of pearls. But they’d never given her a gift from the heart or paid much attention to her sentimental yearning for something unique and well thought out. Like a handmade scarf. Or pair of skates and a promise to take her to the rink for an afternoon of frolicking on the ice. They’d never really listened to her.
In a few short days Colby knew her better than either of her parents.
She suspected the shrewd cowboy might know her better than she knew herself.
A sharp knock echoed in the quiet room. The maid kicking her out already? Channing lifted to her tiptoes and checked the peephole.
Edgard. She opened the door. “Hey. I thought you’d be at the rodeo grounds.”
“On my way, chica. I just need to load yours and Colby’s stuff in the horse trailer. Do you want to ride over there with me?” 136
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“Sure.” She touched his arm. And she thought she’d looked wiped out. She could’ve packed her stuff in the luggage under Edgard’s eyes.
“Ed, are you okay?”
“Yeah. Just worried about the events. Trev and I could sure stand to win some money today.”
“I’ll cheer you on, amigo. Although I guess I’m not bringing you as much luck as you’d believed?”
Surprisingly, Edgard grinned, leaning over to buss her cheek. “You bring me something better than luck, Channing.”
“What’s that?”
“Hope. Come on. Colby forgot his saddle and he’s waiting, probably pacing behind the chutes.”
Channing wondered. Had Colby been thinking about her and their erotic interlude last night that he’d waltzed off and left his saddle behind? Maybe he was as bowled over by what was happening between them as she was because he was meticulous about his equipment.
At the rodeo grounds Edgard had parked the rig at the far end of the lot, near the back entrance. He handed her a key to the horse trailer.
“Can you lock up? I gotta get this saddle over to him before he starts freaking out.”
“Sure. See you. Tell him I said good luck.”
“Maybe you wanna give me a kiss that I can pass along to him, too?”
“You know, that’s the first time you’ve offered to kiss me. You feeling okay, Ed?”
“I’m feeling great. Later.” He flashed her a bone-melting smile, hefted the saddle over his broad shoulder and sauntered off.
At the box office a ticket was held in her name. And it really brightened her day when several of the women from the Wild Bronc came over to chat, to tease her about her abrupt departure with Colby the previous night. The bolder ones even confided about the early days in their relationships with their cowboys and how they remembered—and missed—that urgency.
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But mostly these trash-talking women wanted to tempt her into placing small stakes bets with them. A time-honored tradition, they swore. The only rule was you couldn’t bet against your man.
Channing knew it was a test. And she soon discovered very few bet against Colby McKay. So she prepared to clean them out of their pocket money and she’d enjoy every minute of it.
“Let’s rodeo!” the announcement boomed.
During the bareback competition Channing won twenty-five bucks.
Then the saddle bronc event started.
Oh mama. The second Colby’s name was announced, her whole body flushed with desire and pride.
Colby looked powerful and in command and supremely sexy as he rode his bronc to a seventy-five. He finished third overall and won a decent amount of money.
With it being the last day of the rodeo, the events were longer, because the short go was held right after the individual competitions ended.
The betting became sporadic as contestants’ significant others left the stands. It’d be a long day for her. Suddenly alone, Channing regretted she’d forgotten her notebook in the horse trailer.
Two tugs on her hair. Before she could turn to see who it was, Callie hopped down in front of her. “Hey, China bear.”
“Hey, Calamity Jane.”
She clapped her hand over her mouth and giggled.
“Where’s your mom?”
“Helpin’ the hazer wrap up the back legs on his horse before Daddy goes bulldoggin’.”
With her soft Midwestern accent, bordering on a twang, and big eyes, the kid was cute as bug. “Is the horse okay?” She shrugged. “So’s your stomach and your head hurt as bad as Momma’s does this mornin’?”
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“I’m glad, because she is the one who’s a bear today, not you,” she confided with a serious face.
Beat-up brown boots covered in dirt slid into view. “I heard that Calliope Jane Morgan.” A sluggish Mary eased next to Channing. “I’d like to say she’s full of it, but the truth is, my head is pounding and I feel like I could barf. Been that way since the moment I got up.” She could tell Mary was scrutinizing her from beneath oversized pink sunglasses.
“Here I was hopin’ my partner in crime from last night felt just as poorly as I do. But damn, you look positively chipper today.” Channing chuckled. “Remind me why you were drinking last night?”
“Showing you how to celebrate Colby’s big ride. It just didn’t seem like I drank that much to feel this bad.”
“Momma. You always say that.”
“Pipe down, pipsqueak. You’re giving Channing a bad impression of me.”
Channing hid a smile as she sipped her tea. “So are you guys going to Valentine?”
“Yep. We’re off to love city as soon as Mike’s event ends. What about you?”
“We’re heading that way, too.”
Callie skipped across the seats to check out the vendors hawking their wares.
“Can I ask you something?” Mary said. Channing nodded. “Ain’t it kinda awkward travelin’ with Colby and Trevor and Edgard? I mean, Mike and me saw you and Colby take off last night. And Trev was so wasted Cash had to help him out of the bar at closing time. But this morning Cash said Trev wouldn’t stay in his room and he must’ve slept in the horse trailer.”
Channing tried to act nonchalant, dreading the remainder of the question.
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“So how does that work when you and Colby want alone time? Do you guys gotta sneak off and git ‘er done before Trevor or Edgard bust in on you?”
Channing blushed. No doubt her new friend would be scandalized if she admitted the sleeping arrangements. But when she really thought about it, she literally had slept only with Colby in all the nights the four of them had been together.
“Well, Trevor and Edgard make themselves pretty scarce. We switch off and take turns—” somehow she managed not to wince “—one night we’re in the horse trailer, the next we’re in the motel room.”
“Oh.” Mary seemed about to say something else but Callie interrupted.
“Momma, I’m hot.”
“I know, baby. We’ll be out of the sun soon.”
“So can I have one of them little fans to cool off?” She pointed to the vendor wandering through the stands selling souvenirs.
“No.”
“How about a necklace?”
“No.”
“Then can I have a whistle? They ain’t very expensive.”
“No, Callie. Lord, stop beggin’ me for every damn thing you see.” Callie sighed. “So can I at least have a snow cone?”
“Fine.” Mary dug out a couple of bucks and slapped it in Callie’s outstretched hand. “But come right back here, no fooling around.” Talk about diversionary tactics. Callie shot Channing a triumphant look that said she’d wanted a snow cone all along.
Cheeky little thing.
The steer wrestling started. Bets were placed. Channing lost ten bucks because Mike won not only the second round, but also the final go-around. Mary and Callie took off and promised they’d see her in Valentine.
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Next up was team roping. Trevor and Edgard were the second competitors. The steer raced out and Trevor’s rope came up short. They ended up with no time. They were out of the money except for the modest amount they’d won the previous day.
Channing squinted, but from where she sat she couldn’t gauge their individual expressions. Their body language didn’t lie; they were both stiff, coiling their ropes in angry, jerking motions. Ignoring the announcer’s run down of their bad run of luck again. Ignoring each other. She wondered if Colby was waiting for them back in the chutes to talk to them or if he’d leave them to misery. Their moods would be sour tonight.
After another half an hour of sitting by herself, she was hungry and needed a break from the sun. She wolfed down a hot dog from the concession stand and sucked down an icy-cold beer. Ooh. That made her woozy. She glanced at the clock. It would be at least an hour before the bull riding started, plenty of time for her to grab her notebook and jot down a few observations.
The dusty parking lot was mostly empty of the usual line of horse trailers and campers. The timed events were nearly over and the contestants had already packed up and moved on to the next town. It was weird to see Trevor’s trailer parked so far away. The horses weren’t tied to the sides. They were probably still in the paddock waiting to be loaded until after Colby’s last event.
A hot wind swirled the trash littering the grounds. Channing dug out the key from her front jeans pocket and slid it in the lock. As she stood below the pop-out metal step, she heard a loud thump inside the living area of the trailer. She waited and heard it again, but this time a grunt, another thump and loud male cursing followed it.
Crap. Were Edgard and Trevor in there beating the hell out of each other for their poor showing? She didn’t have time to track down Colby; she’d have to handle this herself. Channing quickly twisted the key and quietly slunk inside, softly clicking the door shut behind her.
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What she saw froze her to the spot. Edgard and Trevor weren’t fighting. Rather, Trevor was naked, splayed along the back wall, beating his fists into the cheap paneling as Edgard, on his knees before Trevor’s widespread legs, was noisily sucking Trevor’s cock.
Holy shit. This wasn’t what she’d expected at all.
Edgard raked his fingers down Trevor’s rippled abs and gripped his hips. “F*ck my mouth. Hard. You want to. Do it.” Then he bent his head and swallowed Trevor’s cock again.
“Jesus, I can’t get enough of—” Trevor’s gaze caught hers. “Channing?
What the hell are you doing here?”
Edgard scrambled back so fast he fell on his naked ass, looking up at Channing with the most horrified, embarrassed expression distorting his striking face.
Trevor stayed pressed against the wall almost as if he wanted to melt into it.
No one uttered a sound.
And suddenly, things made sense. Edgard’s reluctance to have her travel along with them or to join in their sexcapade. The constant tension between Trevor and Edgard. The sniping that was clearly a lovers’ spat.
The truth of why Trevor disappeared every night and where he went, leaving her and Colby alone.
Oddly enough, it didn’t freak her out. In fact, it was a relief. No wonder Edgard wasn’t attracted to her; he was attracted to Trevor.
Trevor said, “Channing, it’s not what you think.” Then another strange thought sneaked in and she blurted out, “Is Colby gay, too?”
“I’m not gay,” Trevor said.
Edgard shot him a dark look.
“Okay. Bi at least. Then is Colby bisexual?”
“No.”
“Does he know that you guys are…together?”
“Yes.”
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“And he doesn’t mind?” Most straight guys she knew were extremely homophobic. Brokeback Mountain notwithstanding, she suspected rough and tumble cowboys, schooled in the traditional conduct of the Old West would be even more set in their ways of thinking than the male urbanites she knew.
“Colby is of the ‘don’t ask, don’t tell’ policy,” Edgard said dryly. “As long as he doesn’t see us—everything is fine.”
“Oh.” She absolutely did not know what to say.
Trevor said, “Obviously, we’d rather you didn’t go blabbin’ about this.
It’d make life a mite difficult for us not only on the circuit, but everywhere else.”
“I imagine.”
Edgard scowled, stood and threaded his hand through his hair. He reached for his rumpled clothes. “I’ll go get the horses.” She could’ve let him go. Instead, Channing stepped in front of him and placed her hand on his cheek. “No. Go ahead and finish. I interrupted your private time together. If anyone should leave it should be me, Edgard.”
Her words sent shock waves through the small space.
“You’re not disgusted by what you’ve seen, chica?” She laughed softly. “On the contrary.” Edgard and Trevor exchanged a look. “Meaning?”
“What I see are two of the sexiest men I’ve ever met, giving in to passion that I never believed existed until I experienced it myself.” She felt a hot blush steal up her neck. “How can that be wrong? I’m beginning to understand it’s powerfully addicting. And…”
“What?” Edgard brought her hand to his mouth. “Tell us.”
“It turns me on. I’ve always wondered what it would be like to watch two guys going at it. I mean, face it, you’re both gorgeous. You’ve both got incredibly beautiful, incredibly strong bodies. All those bulging muscles, rock-hard abs, broad shoulders. Big, rough hands and tight www.samhainpublishing.com 143
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cowboy asses.” Her gaze dipped to Edgard’s crotch. “Not to mention those.”
He grinned.
Trevor stepped forward and curled his hand on Edgard’s shoulder.
“What’re you sayin’?”
Channing looked from one man to the next. “I’m saying, part of the reason I’m here is to experience all sorts of different sexual scenarios, right? This is one. So, I want you to finish what you started. Pretend I’m not here. I’ll just be sitting over there in the corner. Watching.” Edgard didn’t look convinced.
“I’m so wet thinking about seeing you guys f*ck I hope you don’t mind if when I can’t stand it anymore, I take care of matters myself?” Trevor leaned over to kiss her forehead. “Do what you gotta do, darlin’. Don’t mind us, ‘cause we probably won’t mind you.” Channing picked up the chair and slid it next to the door, out of the way and sat back to enjoy the show.
With renewed fervor, Trevor spun Edgard sideways and clamped his mouth to Edgard’s. His callused hands cradled Edgard’s face and he gradually slipped his fingers over Edgard’s thick neck, his delineated pecs, until his thumbs brushed Edgard’s small pebbled nipples. Over and over. A softer touch than Channing expected, but without pause.
Edgard groaned.
The contrast of Trevor’s light-colored hands skimming across Edgar’s darker-hued skin was a stunning visual. The strength of these men, square jaws covered in razor stubble, thick tongues flashing as they kissed hungrily, their sinewy bodies swaying closer until they were pressed together. Smooth, rock-hard chest against another equally firm torso dusted with dark hair. Muscled thigh to muscled thigh, cock straining against cock, made her heart pound and her p-ssy dripping wet.
Edgard broke the kiss and dragged his mouth down the center of Trevor’s body. Trevor widened his stance, planted his palms on Edgard’s shoulders and pushed him to his knees.
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But Edgard wouldn’t be rushed. He licked a line from Trevor’s navel to the edge of his blond pubic hair, nuzzling the skin around Trevor’s twitching cock. Edgard smoothed his hands over Trevor’s hips to cup his butt cheeks.
Channing squirmed as she noticed one of Edgard’s hands dipped lower, tracing the crack of Trevor’s ass down between his balls.
Trevor shuddered and bumped his crotch forward. “Come on. I was close before. Suck it deep.”
Edgard lapped the crease between Trevor’s hip and thigh, before turning to look at Channing. “He likes to come on my face, but we’ll skip that today.”
“Then you’ll swallow every f*cking drop I pump into this mouth, you cock tease.” Trevor fastened his hands on Edgard’s head and maneuvered Edgard’s mouth to his groin. “Open up and say ah, baby.” Edgard took Trevor’s cock deep in his throat on the first insistent stroke.
Trevor hissed. “Jesus, I love f*cking this hot mouth.” He thrust his hips harder, pulling out until Channing saw the mushroom-shaped head trail pre-come over Edgard’s lips, then he’d ram back in Edgard’s eager maw. Time after time.
Edgard made wet, suckling noises like a man facing a sumptuous, succulent banquet. He tipped his head slightly and permitted his jaw to go slack when Trevor’s cock was buried balls deep in his mouth. Saliva dripped down his chin and neck.
“Yeah. You are all pro at sucking cock. You f*cking love it that you can get me off so quickly, don’t you? Baby, hold on. Here it comes.” Trevor grabbed Edgard’s hair, keeping his head in position, ramming his cock in with a grunt and holding it there. “Swallow hard. Work me with your tongue and throat muscles. Oh. Shit. Yeah, like that.” Apparently, Trevor was the dominant partner in this sexual relationship.
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tissue, as Trevor bucked, groaned and emptied himself down the back of Edgard’s throat.
She was so hot, so ready to burst, four fast strokes and a small orgasm pulsed like a flash of lightning. It wasn’t nearly enough, but it’d do for now. She knew Trevor and Edgard weren’t done. She squirmed in anticipation.
Gently stroking Edgard’s cheek, Trevor tugged his semi-erect cock from between Edgard’s rosy lips. He helped Edgard to his feet and kissed him in an erotic, open-mouthed tangling of tongues. Strong male hands smoothed rough male skin. The scent of musky male sweat and the heat of their bodies created a sultry humidity in the small space that reeked of sex and passion.
Trevor curled his fingers around Edgard’s fully erect cock. Squeezing and twisting with more force than Channing had dared use on any man.
But who better to know how much pressure a man could take on that rigid appendage than another man?
Again, Edgard broke the kiss. His lips journeyed over Trevor’s jaw to Trevor’s throat. He didn’t bother to lower his voice. “You know what I want, Trev. What I always want. Now.”
Trevor nodded and leaned over to snag his jeans, removing a condom from the front pocket. He ripped open the package with his teeth. Staring into Edgard’s eyes, he rolled the rubber down Edgard’s long shaft, slanting forward to nibble and lick Edgard’s shiny smooth lips.
Edgard wrapped his own fingers around the thick girth of his cock, stroking their hands in tandem as he said to Trevor, “Bend over the table, grab onto the edge and stick that ass in the air.” Trevor moaned, angling for another heated kiss before he readily complied, holding Edgard’s hand as he turned, letting his belly drape over the flat surface.
Edgard flicked his tongue down Trevor’s spine as positioned himself behind Trevor. He kicked Trevor’s ankles until Trevor broadened his stance.
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Trevor looked over his shoulder at his lover, his eyes bright with desire as he tilted his butt higher in invitation.
Channing watched as Edgard dropped to his knees and ran his tongue down the crack of Trevor’s ass. His hands spread those cheeks wide and he rimmed Trevor’s a*shole with the tip of his tongue. Around and around that puckered opening, blowing on it gently and then he jammed his tongue inside.
Jesus. That was one of the hottest things she’d ever seen.
Her cunt spasmed as she remembered when Colby had done that to her last night. How the kinky, totally debauched behavior had turned her on to epic proportions.
Edgard’s tickling tongue had the same effect on Trevor. Trevor whimpered and bumped his ass into Edgard’s face. “Christ, baby. That feels so f*cking good. You know how much I love it.”
“Yes, I do.” Edgard stood. “Which is why I’m not gonna let you come this way.”
“You still pissed off at me?”
“Yes. Be glad I ain’t tying you up and whipping the shit out of this ass before I f*ck it. But then again, I know how much you love that.
Brace yourself.”
Trevor said, “You want some lube?”
“No lube,” Edgard said and pressed the head of his cock against Trevor’s a*shole. “I want it to hurt.” He plunged in, in one fast stroke.
“Ah, f*ck,” Trevor said on a long groan.
Edgard reamed Trevor hard enough the table and the horse trailer shook.
Trevor’s hands were wrapped around the edge so tightly his knuckles were white. Edgard muttered in Portuguese, his hips pistoning like mad as the muscles on his ass flexed.
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arched back. Edgard didn’t move, he appeared to be waiting for something from Trevor.
Trevor wiggled, humping the table as he moaned, “Please. Don’t stop.”
Edgard’s silky voice inquired, “Who is f*cking you, Trevor?”
“You are.”
“Who am I?’
“Edgard.”
“A man.”
“Yes.”
“Does it ever feel this good when you’re f*cking a woman?” Trevor turned his face away.
Edgard withdrew completely out and rammed back in to the hilt.
“Answer me, goddammit.”
“No. Jesus.”
“Do you ever beg a woman to f*ck you in the ass? With a synthetic excuse for a cock? Or with her fingers? Or with her tongue?”
“No.”
“Do you want me to pull out my big cock and stop stuffing it into this hole as hard and deep as I can?”
“No. Edgard. Please.”
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, amigo.”
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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 and he pounded his meat into Trevor’s up-thrust 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.
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