by SJD Peterson
Kegan claimed another kiss and the laughter melted away into something much more serious but just as wonderful. “Only you, Charlie, I swear it. Yeah, I played my share with the women Trevor picked up, but it never meant a damn thing but a good time. I never looked at a single one of them as something serious. I guess I always hoped we’d find one another again. Not until you did I ever put my heart and soul into it.” He locked his gaze with hers, let her know he was telling the truth and hoped like hell that he had earned at least that bit of trust.
Charlie hesitated briefly, then pulled him into a kiss and wrapped herself around him, just as content as could be. Yeah, she believed him and he thanked God that he had earned that much. He knew he still had a ways to go to win her full trust but he was okay with that.
He had the rest of his life to prove it to her.
Chapter Eighteen
Flowers in hand, Trevor rushed through the back door. He pulled a pink carnation from the bouquet and handed it to Mrs. M, who was standing near the stove. “A pretty for a pretty,” he said and pecked her on the cheek.
“Boy, butter wouldn’t melt in that mouth of yours,” she chastised lightly.
Trevor grinned slyly and went to Charlie, who was sitting at the kitchen table snapping peas. “And for you,” he announced, handing the rest of the flowers to her.
“They’re beautiful. Thank you.”
“Just like you.” He kissed her on the temple. “Kegan in the office?” he asked, already heading in that direction.
“I believe so.”
Kegan looked up from the desk when Trevor entered. “I take it the meeting went well?”
“Yeah, yeah, fine,” he said dismissively and propped his ass on the corner of the desk next to Kegan. “Well?”
Kegan sat back in his chair and cocked his head. “Well what?”
Trevor narrowed his eyes at him. “Don’t make me beat it out of you.”
“You want to do what?” Kegan asked in mock horror and grabbed his crotch like he was protecting it.
The image of his hands wrapped around Kegan’s cock, stroking him to orgasm, popped in Trevor’s head so quickly and vividly, heat rushed to his groin. He’d always had a very active imagination. Now, Charlie took the lead role, but lately Kegan had gone from a supporting participant to a very active costar of Trevor’s naughty musings. He shifted as his arousal grew and laid his forearm over his lap to hide the evidence.
“Would you knock it off? You know exactly what I’m talking about. How’d it go with Charlie this morning?”
“It was nice,” Kegan drawled and ran his hand over his jaw, no doubt trying to cover his smile, but he couldn’t hide the glint of mischief in his eyes.
“That good, huh?” Trevor asked and waggled his brows.
“You have no idea.” Kegan leaned back farther in his chair and propped his feet up on the desk. “I’m a total fucking stud.”
“I already knew that.” That’s why I want to jump your bones. “But I want details.”
Kegan let out a long, dramatic breath. “I never kiss and tell.”
Trevor’s hand shot out, and the instant his fingers tightened around Kegan’s dick, the man fell forward with a loud oomph.
“What was that?” Trevor encouraged wryly and tightened his hold on Kegan’s shaft.
“Ow! Jesus. Uncle.”
“I thought so.” Trevor chuckled and eased his grip, allowing his fingertips to caress across the thick bulge as he pulled his hand back. He crossed his arms, tucking his hands beneath his armpits to keep from touching Kegan again.
Kegan ran a hand over his crotch, scowling at Trevor as he rubbed his abused flesh, but then his features softened and he relaxed back into his chair. “We went for a ride, Charlie enjoying the sights of our land while I was enjoying the way her body felt against mine as Taz moved. We stopped by that grove of trees out by the pond and…” A content smile crossed Kegan’s face as if he were remembering it, then he met Trevor’s gaze. “It was better than I could have ever imagined it would be.”
“Dude, that’s awesome. You’ve been devirginized.” He held out his fist.
“I was very, very far from virginal.” Kegan laughed as he bumped his knuckles against Trevor’s.
Oh, didn’t he know it. He’d been a witness to Kegan’s prowess. However, to have overcome such a huge obstacle in his mental psyche was a milestone to be celebrated whether Kegan realized it or not. “Still, it’s a huge deal.” Trevor pushed off the desk and went to the liquor cabinet. “This calls for a toast.”
“I am so not toasting to that,” Kegan scoffed.
Trevor set two glasses on the desk and poured a good measure of bourbon in each. “Fine, then we’ll toast the fact I procured a Blue Roan Gypsy stallion without it costing me a nut.”
“Now that I’ll drink to.” Kegan raised his glass, and Trevor clinked his against it. “Way to turn on the charm.”
Trevor threw back the alcohol in one gulp, wiped his mouth on the back of his sleeve, then took the chair on the other side of the desk with a satisfied grin on his face. “Went up against some tough negotiators, but come next week, we’ll be the proud owners of the new stallion. So back to you…”
“What about me?” Kegan asked, trying to sound shy and innocent. He didn’t pull it off.
Trevor arched an eyebrow. “Kegan,” he warned.
“It really was amazing. We talked a little about our childhood, shared some laughs. Even talked about my old man briefly, but then she kissed me and…” Kegan swirled the rest of his bourbon as he stared down into the glass for a second longer, before a wide smile stretched across his face when he looked up. “I’m nothing like him.”
“Well, duh.”
“No, seriously, Trev. It was slow and sweet and the moment her lips touched mine, the only thing that ran through my mind was how much I loved her and how badly I wanted to please her. Not one ugly thought. Not even a single naughty one.” He laughed happily.
Trevor stared at him incredulously for a few ticks of the clock then shook his head. “No, no, this won’t do at all.” He went to the door and hollered, “Hey, Mrs. M, how long before dinner?”
“Half hour.”
Perfect. He looked back at Kegan and motioned him over with a wave of his hand. “C’mon.”
“Where we going?” Kegan asked, following him out of the office.
“I’ve been having naughty thoughts all day about the two of you. I’ll share some.”
Charlie looked up to see her men walking into the kitchen with predatory glints in their eyes seconds before Trevor scooped her up. “Trevor,” she protested as the bowl of snap peas toppled over. “I was helping Mrs. M. Now put me down.”
Trevor paused briefly. “Mrs. M, you need Charlie to help with dinner?”
“Nope, those there are for canning. Would it have mattered?”
“Nope.”
“Good man. I’ll set the stew to simmer.”
Kegan snorted as he righted the bowl and cleaned up the spilt peas.
“Leave ’em. You go enjoy yourselves.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Mrs. M, don’t you go encouraging them.” Charlie squirmed, trying to free herself from Trevor’s embrace. Instead of letting her go, he threw her over his shoulder and patted her ass as he headed for the door.
“Oh, honey, those boys don’t need no encouragement from me. Lucky for you,” Mrs. M said with a sly grin then turned back to the stove.
At the top of the stairs, Kegan rushed past them and held open the door to their room. Charlie was hit with a feeling of déjà vu, only this time she knew exactly what to expect and didn’t have even the slightest hesitation, nor did she doubt what was about to happen. Her pulse raced in anticipation and with the rush of blood came a sweet tingling sensation along her clit. Oh yeah, she so knew exactly what was about to happen. She grabbed two handfuls of tight ass and smiled.
“Let me shuck these jeans and you can grab it all you want, baby,”
Trevor declared and set Charlie on her feet next to the bed.
“How’d it go with the breeder?” she asked, curious as to if it had anything to do with his sudden excitement.
Trevor shot a look at Kegan and she swore she saw him roll his eyes right before he pulled his T-shirt over his head. “Fine,” he said and tossed the shirt behind him before he unbuckled his belt. “Now get them clothes off.” He looked over at Kegan again. “You too.”
Neither she nor Kegan were ones to argue about getting naked, so clothes went flying in record time. Once she’d shimmied out of her panties, the predatory looks were back in Kegan’s and Trevor’s eyes as they stood staring at her, large erections hard and straining upward. Charlie’s mouth watered in anticipation of getting her hands and mouth on them both.
“You ever seen anything so beautiful, Kegan?” Trevor asked as he raked his eyes up and down Charlie’s body.
“Nope. At least not since the last time she was nekkid,” Kegan responded, his voice low and husky. “How you want to do this?”
Trevor put his hands on his hips, continuing to stare. “I might need to give this some thought.”
“How about you two move a little closer and let me play while you’re thinking on it,” Charlie suggested wantonly. She was itching to get her hands on their gorgeous bodies.
“You’re a greedy girl, ain’t ya?” Trevor chuckled. “You just behave for a moment. The way I see it, you and Kegan done got off today so I think this should be all about me.”
Kegan bumped his shoulder against Trevor. “Seeing as it’s all about you, how about you rub one out and get caught up. I’ll keep Miss Charlie company until you’re done. You know, get her nice and ready for ya.”
“Not fucking likely,” Trevor growled.
“Didn’t think so,” Kegan laughed. “So what ya got in mind?”
Trevor stepped up closer to Charlie, cupping her breasts in his hands, and kneaded them with his callus-roughened finger. He ducked his head and dragged his lips over one taut nipple. His warm breath against her heated flesh caused goosebumps to bloom across her skin.
He looked up at her with a sly grin. “I’m trying to decide whether to suck these or fuck ’em.”
“Well since your mouth is right there,” Kegan drawled. His hand suddenly shot out and he grabbed her other nipple, pinching it nice and hard just as she liked it.
Charlie went up on tippy toes and gasped at the harsh treatment. When she released her breath, it came out as a deep moan when Trevor sucked the other one, swirling his tongue around the hard nub. The sounds intensified when Kegan licked his way up her neck, nipped her earlobe before he took her mouth in a heated kiss.
Charlie gave herself over to the kiss while Kegan and Trevor worked in perfect, quiet harmony, moving her onto the bed without ever taking their mouths from her lips and body until she was lying in the center of the mattress. Only then did Trevor move up and join them in the kiss. Once again the idea of Trevor kissing not only her but Kegan as well caused her internal walls to contract and weep with arousal. She fisted her fingers through their hair, turning their heads slightly toward each other. It was all the encouragement they needed.
Suddenly the two men were devouring each other’s mouths inches from hers. Charlie’s body thrummed and she squirmed as an ache settled between her thighs as she watched.
“Fuck that’s hot.”
Kegan jerked back from the kiss, panting harshly as he stared at Trevor. It was still a little strange kissing Trevor, but the funny thing was, Kegan didn’t feel the least bit shocked or embarrassed having given in to the temptation. He didn’t quite understand it. It wasn’t like he was attracted to men, had never once looked at any other guy and wondered what he looked like naked or wanted to bang him. But Trevor… Well, Kegan didn’t rightly know. Perhaps it was because he was in love with the man or it was simply the fact that it was Trevor. Didn’t matter.
What he did know was Charlie was right. It was fucking hot and he wanted more of the sharp, biting kisses. He grabbed the back of Trevor’s head, curled his fingers in the dark strands and smashed their mouths together again.
Trevor moaned and opened up to him. Kegan dove in, shoving his tongue deep, a full-out assault. Kegan wasn’t gentle, didn’t have to be, and for the first time in his life—another first—let go and put his full strength into the kiss, into his grip on Trevor’s hair, knowing Trevor could take it. Not only could he take it, he gave it right back. Trevor’s rough hand grabbed the back of his neck, pulled him harder still, their tongues twirling in a battle for dominance. The kiss ended in a draw when Charlie whimpered and shifted beneath them.
“You liked that, didn’t you, baby?” Trevor asked Charlie, but he never took his gaze from Kegan’s nor did his smirk fade.
“God, yes. I think I could come just by watching you two go at it.”
Kegan’s dick twitched at the suggestion. He had no doubt he’d detonate like a fucking bomb if Trevor was to actually go at it.
Trevor wiped his kiss-swollen mouth with the back of his hand. “Whatcha think, Kegan? Want to try and make our girl come?”
Kegan cut a glance to Charlie. Her body was flushed and pure lust and want showed in her darkened, heavy-lidded eyes. It wasn’t only Charlie’s desire that had Kegan nodding but his own as well.
Kegan leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to Charlie’s lips then sat back on his calves. “Okay, but you ain’t fucking me.”
“I don’t know,” Trevor said, arching an eyebrow. “Your body is liking the idea.” And to prove his point, he reached over and wrapped his fist around Kegan’s shaft and pumped it hard a few times.
Kegan groaned and snapped his hips. The rough treatment, the calluses, the power in Trevor’s touch made his head swim and his pulse race. Fuck, it felt good, better than he’d imagined it would, and he couldn’t help but thrust again.
Trevor laughed at Kegan’s heady reaction to his touch. “Lay down on your back next to Charlie.”
Kegan eyed him suspiciously but did as he’d been told. He looked down his body, his cock standing tall and proud, weeping his arousal from the darkened flared head. He was turned on beyond belief, his balls aching something fierce. “As bad as I want your hands and mouth on me, you still ain’t fucking me, Trev,” Kegan grit out.
Trevor crawled up between Kegan’s legs, the soft hairs on his thighs tickling the insides of Kegan’s, and Kegan tensed.
“Scared,” Trevor murmured as he ran both his hands over Kegan’s chest.
Trevor’s impressive cock was straining upward, bobbing with each movement. His cockhead was wide, intimidatingly so, and the thought of it ramming into his ass had Kegan involuntarily clenching. “Ass clenching in fear,” Kegan responded then groaned when Trevor pinched his right nipple between his fingers, rolling it, sending sparks of pain radiating through Kegan. And holy fuck he wanted more, harder. “Just remember, I get my chance at you next.”
“I can’t wait.” Trevor smirked then deftly leaned down and bit Kegan’s other nipple.
“Ow. Dammit,” Kegan cried out, but it quickly turned to a deep rumbling groan when Trevor eased the sting with his hot, wet tongue and soft lips.
“Fuck, you don’t know how bad I’ve wanted to do this,” Trevor murmured against Kegan’s flesh. “Dreamed about it.”
Kegan was a little stunned by Trevor’s admission, but from the brilliant smile stretching across Charlie’s face and the small moaning sounds, she was liking what she was hearing and seeing.
Trevor turned his head toward Charlie, still lapping at Kegan’s nipple. “You wet, baby?”
“Soaked,” Charlie admitted, sounding breathless. “But I thought this was supposed to be about you?”
Trevor shifted and leered down at Kegan. “Oh right, I gotta catch up. Hold on.” He planted a hand on either side of Kegan’s head and thrust his cock against Kegan’s equally hard one. “Don’t come.”
Was he out of his ever-lovin’ mind? The friction of cock
against cock, Trevor’s rapid breath, the way his thick muscles flexed and rolled. How the hell was he supposed to not come? Kegan gritted his teeth, scarcely breathing, as Trevor rutted against him hard and fast. No fucking way was he going to be able to hold back, balls already drawing up, aching.
Kegan wrapped his arms around Trevor’s back, digging his fingers into the warm flesh of his back, holding on as his body coiled tighter and tighter like an overwound clock until he was trembling with the effort of keeping from giving in to what it demanded.
“I’m going to come,” Trevor barked, arching as he threw his head back and thrust hard and fast, coating Kegan’s cock, stomach and chest with hot seed.
The only thing that kept Kegan from tumbling over into orgasm from the onslaught of unadulterated pleasure was the tight fist Trevor wrapped around Kegan’s shaft, squeezing to just this side of painful as he continued to shoot his spunk until he’d emptied every last drop and slumped forward, spent.
Kegan held him, still digging his fingers into Trevor’s sweat-dampened back, allowing him to catch his breath. It was painful, his dick pulsing and throbbing, begging for attention, but still, Kegan reveled in the feel of Trevor. In his heat, his scent, in him. Kegan’s head lolled to the side and he met Charlie’s gaze. “Well?” he whispered.
Charlie responded by leaning closer and placing soft open-mouthed kisses to Kegan’s lips. “So goddamn hot,” she murmured in between flicks of her tongue. Her kisses both eased him and inflamed him further.
“You can say that again,” Trevor huffed and pushed up enough to place a kiss to Charlie’s temple before sitting back on his calves. He ran a hand down his cum-covered belly, a sly smile curling his lip. “Messy, but hot.”