All Chapters of Satisfying Her Darkest Fantasies: Chapter 1021 - Chapter 1030

Blowin’ you and then the way you used that talented tongue has done me in, Ed.” He withdrew fully and plunged in, setting a rhythm that made it impossible to maintain a kiss.Instead, Edgard settled for sucking the tendons in Trevor’s neck while pinching his pebbled nipples. Trevor grunted his approval and slammed into Edgard harder.“Next time I’m gonna take my time touchin’ you and lovin’ on you.” He gritted his teeth, looking down to watch his thick cock tunneling in and out of Edgard’s ass.Feeling the slickness on his stomach from his own cock, tasting the sweat running down Trevor’s straining throat made Edgard’s blood pump hotter. Witnessing the ecstasy on Trevor’s face had Edgard clamping down with his anal muscles every time Trevor’s pistoning cock filled his ass. “Come on, Trev. Don’t hold back.”“Never. Not ever again.”“You ain’t gonna break me.”Trevor growled. “Christ, I love fucking you.” His palms landed on Edgard’s kneecaps and he pushed Edgard flat as he let loose wi

Colt rolled his sleeve back down. “She ain’t that expensive.”“Money’s relative when you don’t have any.” She sighed. “Look, I’d appreciate it if you didn’t say nothin’ about me’n Trevor havin’ to pass on Gus’s place. It’s hard enough to know we’re losin’ out, and havin’ the whole county gossiping about our financial troubles would just make it worse.”“Don’t worry, Chass, I can keep my mouth shut and I’d suggest you do the same.”“Meanin’ what?”“Keepin’ things to yourself is a damn fine way to get to keep the things you want to yourself, know what I mean?”No. She had no clue. Chassie half-wondered if he’d overheard her conversation with Keely earlier this morning about having both Trevor and Edgard in her bed and in her life.Colt did a curious thing. He leaned down and kissed the top of her head. “Sweet dreams, sweet little cuz. See you in the morning.” Then Colt re-crossed his arms over his chest and turned back to the window, gazing into the night.Feeling dismissed, Chassie cre

Trevor didn’t—couldn’t speak.“Hell, you ain’t mad, are you?” Edgard twisted the toe of his boot into a pile of snow.“Not mad. Just wonderin’ why you did it.” Wondering why Ed hasn’t said anything when they’d talked last night.“Time was running out. You were both preoccupied with family shit and I couldn’t stand it if we lost out on something important to all of us because of pride or fear or mixed signals. I waited until Chassie got home to discuss it because it’s her future too.”Trevor’s heart damn near danced out of his chest. Everything he’d ever wanted was within reach; he just had to grab it with both hands. He circled one arm around Chassie’s shoulder and the other around Ed’s. “Come on inside. Too damn cold out here.”In the kitchen, Chassie said, “Trev, what happened with your dad?”Trevor poured milk in Chassie’s favorite cup and put it in the microwave. “Pa’s fine.” He relayed the trip, detailing events even when he’d rather avoid discussing them.“Hope you didn’t have y

Do you want me to touch you like that? “I’m…” India blew out a frustrated breath. “Dammit, Colt. I’m sorry. So freakin’ sorry. I’m such a klutz. I didn’t mean to shoot you in the butt.”He merely stared at her.“What?”“You could kiss it and make it better.”“Funny. Does it hurt?”“Like you wouldn’t believe.”She winced. “I’m sorry.”“If you’re not gonna pucker up, I’d be grateful for some Motrin.”India leapt to her feet. “No problem.” She hustled to the nightstand for a glass of water and shook out two orange pills.“Here.”“Thanks.” Colt popped the pills and took a big drink. The second gulp left him sputtering and water droplets clung to the bristle on his cheeks.Without thinking, she wicked the moisture away with her fingers.“God. Your hands are so cold.”“Sorry.” India moved her hand but Colt caught her wrist.“Don’t stop. It feels good.”“It does?”“Yeah. My face is on fire.”When she stroked his face, from his forehead to his chin, he expelled a long sigh. India couldn’t tea

India threw the hairbrush in the sink. She snatched the gel from the cabinet and squirted the orange goo in her palms, rubbing it vigorously into her hair. Bah. It didn’t help. She still looked like a porcupine who’d lost a fight with a weed whacker. Plus, she needed to recolor the tips. The fuchsia was fading into a hideous bubblegum pink.What the hell did it matter what her hair looked like? It wasn’t like they were going to be in public.She froze. Was that why Blake wanted to cook for her at his place? Because the colorful tats and piercings were what most folks noticed and he was embarrassed by it?Not Colt.Why had everything circled back around to him?Because you hurt him. And not just from shooting him in the butt with the nail gun.That stupid voice in her head was mistaken. She had not hurt Colt McKay’s feelings by agreeing to a date with Blake. She and Colt were friends. That was it.Right?Wrong. Colt’s been more to you than just a friend, no matter how you slice it. And