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.

* 141 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. "Fuck 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 * 143 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 fuck 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 pussy 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 fucking 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 fucking 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 fucking 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.

Channing's clit throbbed. Her hand snaked between her thighs and she rubbed the hard seam of her jeans, aligned perfectly over her swollen * 145 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 asshole 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 fucking 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 fuck 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 asshole. "I want it to hurt." He plunged in, in one fast stroke.

"Ah, fuck," 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.

After one particularly intense thrust, Edgard stopped with his cock buried in Trevor's ass. He layered his sweat-covered chest over Trevor's * 147 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 fucking you, Trevor?"

"You are."

"Who am I?'

"Edgard."

"A man."

"Yes."