Page 31 of Twisted Trails (Rogue Riders Duet #2)

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Mason

Warm water swirls over my knuckles as I wash the plates, Luc humming something tuneless beside me.

I glance over my shoulder just as Alaina and Piper step out, Alaina smiling as they go.

I don’t mean to stare, but I do.

Her hair is still damp from a shower, her cheeks still pink, and my chest tingles when I remember the look in her eyes. Those wide, dark, Bambi eyes, when I grabbed her chin just a few moments ago.

I shift my weight as I try not to think about the feeling of her bottom lip under my thumb, or how Luc licked sugar off her cheek.

The fuck was going on in my pants during that?

“Dreamed about you last night.” Luc sighs and pulls me out of my thoughts with it.

“Yeah?” I glance at him. “Was I wearing pink?”

He grins. “You weren’t wearing anything at all. And Petite was there too. Wearing just as little.”

My fingers tighten around the sponge, sending a waterfall of soapy water to the bottom of the sink. Fuck . It’s as if he’s just read my mind.

“That thing earlier,” he continues, shutting off the water and turning to face me. “You holding her while I licked her? That was hot as fuck. And honestly…” He smirks. “I’d love to repeat that. Only this time, you’re holding her in place with your dick, and I’m licking other things.”

A shudder rips through me, and to mask it, I kick my foot into the back of his knee, making it bend and bang against the cabinet doors below the sink. “Shut up, Delacroix.”

Luc laughs, shaking it off before taking a small step away and crossing his arms, his expression serious now. “Don’t tell me you wouldn’t be into that.”

Of course I would.

My dick is already halfway there just thinking about it, but I shake my head. “It’s not that easy. She’s your girlfriend and?—”

Luc cuts me off. “I’m pretty sure she’d like to be yours too.”

“You don’t know that.”

He cocks a brow. “Oh, I know my Petite. ”

“Would you even want that?”

He can’t be okay with me wanting her, too, right?

“You kidding? I just told you, it’s my fucking dream.”

“Yeah, in bed but?—”

He grabs my wrist. “ Non , in everything.”

We stare at each other for a loaded second, and there’s no way he doesn’t see that I want that too.

“Even if. This is not easy for me, okay? I’ve got a lot of shit in my head. Trauma. Baggage. I don’t want to unload that all on her, and it’s already unfair to you.”

“I’m sorry.” Luc’s eyes soften as he pulls me toward him, and I let him. “But Alaina would never hurt you. You trust her, and she trusts you. I mean, you let me have you.”

“You’re different.” I look away, frowning toward where she disappeared. “And even with you, I need to be careful, really. I know it’s not fair. I’m not saying all women are the same. I know they’re not, but Isla was the only woman I’ve ever been with, and she burned me.”

“Isla’s a bitch. Alaina isn’t, not even close.”

I swallow. “Even if I could let go of that, Isla and I… we just kissed. I’ve never actually done more than that with a woman before. I wouldn’t even know what to do.”

“It’s probably not okay for me to tell you this, but Alaina’s inexperienced too. She’s not gonna judge you. You’ve got me , both of you do.” Luc shrugs. “I can show you stuff.”

I scoff. “Luc, the sex teacher, huh?”

Before I can even fully smirk at the idea, he slides a hand into my hair and yanks me to him, kissing me.

His mouth is hot against mine as his hand slides down my abs and cups my crotch with a teasing pressure that has me twitching in his grip.

Luc kisses like he’s got something to prove, like every pass of his tongue and every tug of my hair is a challenge.

But beneath all that bravado I’ve pushed against for years, I know he’s warm and open, and I like the way he softens when I take over the kiss, moving my mouth against him with a slower, more languid pace.

He pulls away before trailing his lips down my jaw, and it somehow feels like stalling. Then he pauses, letting out a shaky breath before murmuring, “Only if you teach me stuff too. I’ve never gone further than this with a guy, I mean.”

“You haven’t?”

Jesus Christ, this man is like a sexy Rubik’s cube. Last year, I was convinced he was straight, then I thought he was gay, and now he’s bisexual but new to it ?

He shrugs. “Didn’t think about it much growing up. Honestly, before Petite, I thought I was straight or straight enough.”

Ah. My stomach dips. There it is.

“And now?”

“Now I already handed in my straight card for her ,” he says with a breathy laugh that’s more tender than mocking. “And I’ve got a French love song playing in my head every time you look at me. I’ve got no fucking clue what I’m doing. Mon Dieu, I want to learn from you so badly.”

My stomach flips, then settles back exactly where it belongs.

Straight card revoked, gay panic initiated, and here I am with front row seats to the Luc Delacroix bisexual awakening.

Yeah. I can absolutely work with that.

He nips my earlobe, and a full-body shiver overtakes me. I grab the counter to steady myself, but my cock is already hard again, just from his words and the image of cocky Luc spread out and needy, letting me touch him. Finger him.

Fuck.

“I’ll teach you,” I say, and he chuckles at how breathless it sounds.

“And what about Alaina? Can I keep dreaming about that little scene from earlier? And maybe hope it becomes real?”

I exhale slowly, my body tight with too much want. “I think you can.”

If it were anyone else, I’d run, but it’s her , and she’s already under my skin.

Even if I can’t have her on my own, having her close like this?

Having them .

It might be more than I ever hoped to have.

Luc nips my bottom lip again. “Fuck, you just got me so damn hard.”

I brush my thumb over the edge of his cheekbone, just to assure myself that he’s real, finding his skin hot and flushed beneath my fingers.

“Ever had a blow job from a guy?” I ask.

His whole body stiffens. “No.”

I use my hand to nudge his face, making him look me in the eyes. “Can I be the first?”

There’s half a second of silence before something snaps inside him.

He shoves the rest of the dishes into the rack, yanks the towel off his shoulder, grabs my hand, and drags me down the hallway.

It’s almost comical how fast he moves. His grip is tight, and my pulse is roaring when we reach his room.

I glance toward the rat cage, and he catches it.

“Toulouse’s with Piper,” Luc says quickly, shutting the door behind us.

Before I even register the words, he steps up to the windows and tugs the curtains closed.

I lean against the edge of his desk and cross my arms with a grin. “Why the curtains?”

“The window faces the garden, and I don’t want the parents catching us doing stuff.”

I push off the desk and close the distance between us, curling a hand around the back of his neck. His skin is hot, practically tingling under my touch, and his pupils are blown wide.

I pull his forehead down to meet mine, whispering, “Doing stuff, huh?”

He swallows and nods.

“So, what stuff do you want me to do to you, Luc? Tell me. I need to hear you say it. ”

Not just because it’s hot, even though it is , but because I need to hear his loud, clear consent before we do what we’re about to do.

He seems to know, to understand my request, because when my hand moves, gliding down from his neck to his chest, then his abs, hard and lean and stupidly perfect, he says, “I want you to suck my cock. Please .”

I cup him over his sweats, and he hisses at the contact.

“Such good manners.” I squeeze him a little harder, and he whimpers.

I groan because what a sound.

“Jesus, Luc. You’re like sex on a stick.”

He chuckles, breathless, as he tips his head back in pleasure. “As long as you’re the stick.”

I was scared that what I said might ruin everything. That he’d pull back when he found out I’m a top and walk away thinking we wanted different things. But he didn’t walk, and apparently, he’s willing to try.

I kiss him again slowly, and his heart thunders under my palm that’s resting on his chest, but I keep the pace of my lips calm, even as my own heartbeat feels like it’s trying to crack open my ribs.

“Pull these down. Please,” I request, tugging at his sweats, and his hands leave me, hooking into his waistband. He pushes them down, and when they hit the floor, I risk a glance.

“You’re fucking beautiful,” I breathe out.

He’s huge , hard, and bigger than anyone I’ve ever been with, and aesthetically pleasing.

Seriously, how is everything about this guy so damn hot?

I reach for the hem of his shirt and look up into his eyes. “That too?”

He nods, pulls the shirt over his head, and my brain just completely short-circuits at the sheer beauty that is Luc Delacroix.

A needy sound escapes him as I ogle him, and he reaches down like he can’t help it, fingers brushing over his cock.

I can’t let him go wanting like that.

Gripping his waist, I guide him back until the backs of his knees hit the bed. He sits, lips parted on short pants as he glides his fingers under my shirt and up my abs.

Fuck.

I pull my shirt over my head and drop to my knees in front of him.

He whines again and lifts his hips toward me. “ Please suck me.”

“Love your manners,” I praise, knowing he’s doing it for me , for my conscience, my comfort. “It’s sexy as hell. And since you said please… ” I murmur the last part as I lean down toward him and let the words feather against his skin, just before I wrap my lips around the head of his cock.

He jerks, a sharp exhale escaping him as I swirl my tongue slowly, savoring the taste of him, the weight. I wrap my hand around the base, stroking in time with my mouth as I sink lower, inch by inch. He’s thick and hot against my tongue, and the way he twitches in my grip only spurs me on.

“ Merde! ” Luc’s hand flies to my head, grasping at my short strands like he’s trying not to lose himself completely. His other hand fists the blanket beneath him, knuckles white.