Page 38 of Twisted Trails (Rogue Riders Duet #2)

“You sure?” he asks, his voice gravelly low, but a sliver of insecurity shines behind the hunger in his eyes.

“I want you, Mason Payne. All of you, and you can have all of me.”

“Fuck, that’s hot.” Luc nips my nipple, sending a jolt through me. “But there’s a correction, bébé .” He glances at Mason, eyes gleaming. “He can have all of you so long as he shares.”

Mason glares at him playfully, then reaches for my right breast. He cups it, pushing it up slightly, and holds my gaze as his tongue flicks over my nipple. I cry out, arching into the contact.

Luc grins and dives back in, sucking the other nipple. They’re both on me now with lips, tongues, and teeth, and my hands tangle in their hair, clutching them close. They move in sync like they’ve done this a hundred times, like they know exactly how to unravel me.

And God, I am unraveling. Fast.

Every tug of their mouths sends sparks down my spine, straight to the ache between my legs. I’m flushed, panting, soaked, and absolutely wrecked in the best way. I need one of them to move lower, for him to do to my pussy what they’re doing to my nipples right now.

No, why just one? Why not both ?

The thought makes a whimper escape me as heat coils tighter in my core.

“Guys…” I moan, sounding needy even to my ears as I buck against nothing. “ Please …”

Luc pops off my nipple with a smirk, then guides me down slowly onto my back.

His mouth follows the curve of my body, tracing it like a map he already knows by heart, all confidence in his touch.

Mason’s mouth is still hot on my breast, lips wrapped around one nipple while his thumb brushes the other.

Luc’s teeth nip the skin at my hip, and my heart skips as his hands hook into the waistband of my shorts. It’s happening. I lift my hips automatically, and he peels them down with maddening slowness, stripping me bare between them.

I look down the length of my naked body, wanting to see his shit-eating grin, but my eyes catch on the scar on my hip.

My gaze flicks to Mason instead.

He hasn’t seen all of them yet.

Sucking in a panicked breath, I freeze, waiting for what he’ll do. His gaze sweeps over me, but there’s only a beat of stillness before his eyes darken with heat.

No pity or hesitation. Just want.

It pushes the fear back where it belongs, and I’m brought back into the moment when Luc licks a hot, lazy line over my hipbone to my stomach, where he swirls his tongue into my navel, making me giggle in surprise.

I flash Mason a sheepish smile, which seems to be contagious as his lips curl into a smile too.

It’s so wide, a small dimple pops on his left side.

I want to bite that dimple.

Jesus. I sound like Luc.

Luc’s warmth leaves me, and I glance down to find him shimmying out of his shorts and shirt.

Fuck, he’s so hot.

Luc grins when he sees me staring at his naked body, then glances at Mason. “Your turn.”

I don’t get to watch Mason strip because Luc crawls over me and kisses me stupid, pressing me into the mattress as his tongue steals any coherent thought I might’ve had.

The bed dips, and I turn to look at Mason, but he’s already descending, kissing me without hesitation.

I taste both of them on my tongue now, their flavors mixing, and I fucking love it.

Nothing has ever been hotter than being pinned between two impossibly hot, unfairly talented, and naked pro riders.

I’m breathing hard, eyes flicking between them, trying to process this— them —when Mason locks eyes with Luc. Something wordless passes between them, and then Mason reaches out, grips Luc by the back of the neck, and drags him in for a kiss.

Right above me.

Fuck.

Luc grips Mason’s side and groans obscenely as their mouths crash, all teeth, hunger, and unspoken challenge. The sight is molten.

My thighs clench, and I writhe, trying to get closer.

Correction. Nothing has ever been hotter than this .

Their breaths are ragged when they break the kiss, lips red and slightly swollen, and for a heartbeat, the only sound is our combined panting.

Luc looks down at me, eyes a little wild but still soft around the edges. “You okay?”

I grin. “Never been better.”

Mason huffs a soft laugh and brushes his nose against mine, then presses the gentlest kiss there. It makes something inside me curl, but before I can fully process it, Luc’s hand drifts down my thigh. I shiver at the touch, but he pauses when he finds the upper inner half of it already wet.

“Oh, Petite ,” Luc murmurs teasingly. “You made a mess. Did our kisses make you this wet?”

Mason watches as Luc’s fingers slide down to my slit, his expression unreadable except for the intense focus in his eyes. When Luc dips inside me, my back arches off the bed.

Then he brings his glistening fingers up, smirking as he lifts them to his mouth to suck them clean, but Mason snatches his wrist, stopping him. My breath stutters as he pulls Luc’s forefinger to his mouth and licks it, his eyes locked on me the whole time.

My clit pulses with each flick of his tongue. I swear it does.

“You taste amazing,” Mason says before curling his hand around Luc’s neck and slamming their mouths together.

Holy fucking shit.

I never could have dreamed of this scenario when I decided to return to racing.

When they finally break apart, Luc kisses me hard without warning. I taste myself, I taste Mason, and I moan into his mouth, tasting us .

“So damn good,” Luc growls against my lips. “Can you taste yourself? ”

Any answer I might give dissolves when he toys with my clit, circling it with just enough pressure to make my hips jerk. When he pinches lightly, I suck in a breath, and he chuckles smugly, the bastard.

“Mason’s never licked a chatte before. Think we can show him how it’s done?”

Mason’s lips are parted, eyes heavy, and God , he looks hungry.

“ Please. ”

Luc moves to kneel between my thighs as Mason pulls one leg wider until I’m spread open for them both. The air hits my wet pussy, and I shiver again.

“Fuck,” Mason breathes. “She’s perfect.”

“Right?” Luc grins, clearly pleased with himself as he presses a finger into me. “Let me hear that pretty little gasp again.”

I give it to him, and my eyes flick between them, the anticipation almost unbearable until?—

Hiccup.

They laugh together, and Mason brushes his knuckles down my side. “Fucking adorable.”

“Yeah, stop being so cute, Petite . We’re here to fuck.”

“Wait, we’re gonna… we’re gonna fuck? All three of us ?”

Luc’s eyes soften for the first time since we came into his room, while Mason brushes a strand of hair from my forehead.

“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want, Bambi. We can just kiss, eat your perfect pink pussy, and make you feel good. Whatever you need.”

“No.” I swallow hard, and Mason takes his hands off me in an instant.

Fuck. I didn’t mean it like that.

I grab his hand and pull him toward me again, kissing his palm. The lump in my throat isn’t fear, it’s everything else.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean no as in I want you to stop. I just… I want that,” I whisper. “I want everything. With both of you.”

Luc groans. “Such a good girl. I think I promised a reward.”

He licks a long, hot line from my entrance to my clit, and my whole body jolts. I claw at Mason’s forearm, and he leans forward to catch my bottom lip between his teeth, biting gently.

Luc licks again, then sucks my clit before nibbling it, making me gasp into Mason’s mouth.

“You’re not paying attention, Mase,” Luc mumbles around a kiss to my inner thigh. “I thought you wanted to learn.”

Mason lifts his head, eyes dark with curiosity that makes my heart pound faster. Then he crawls down my body to get a better view.

Luc tilts his head to Mason. “Closer. You think you can see what I’m doing from way over there?”

He hooks his arms under my thighs, pushing them up and apart until every part of me is exposed, and Mason kneels beside him. I squirm instinctively, and heat rushes to my face when my wetness trickles down my slit.

They both watch it with something like rapture on their faces.

“Bottom to top,” Luc instructs, clearing his throat.

“Then circle her clit, gentle at first. Watch.” I hold my breath but gasp out his name when he demonstrates the second part.

He smirks and looks up at me again, proud of the effect he has.

“Fuck, don’t look at me like that, Petite . I’ll come just from this.”

Mason swallows hard when Luc makes room for him, and then mirrors the motion, his tongue moving with more caution. He’s blushing, and I know he sees my blush, too, but it’s so damn good.

“Yeah, stay right there,” Luc murmurs. “Keep circling, don’t rush it. Let her feel it.”

Mason hums in acknowledgment, and the vibration travels straight through my core. I reach without thinking, fingers burying themselves in his thick hair as my hips shift, seeking more. My wrapped fingers are useless, but I don’t even feel them.

He finds a rhythm, and every slow, careful swipe of his tongue makes my body climb higher, and the heat spiral tighter. Just when I think I might lose it, Luc leans in, and suddenly, they’re both on me.

Their cheeks brush as Luc’s tongue glides up the other side of my slit, their heads bowed as they lick me in tandem. Luc moves to focus on my entrance with slow, deliberate pressure while Mason flicks my clit.

It’s too much. It’s not enough. It’s everything.

I almost come from just the sight of them, side by side between my thighs, mouths buried in me, devouring me. My pussy clenches every time Luc’s lips brush the corner of Mason’s jaw as they move, and it’s so filthy, so intimate, it consumes me.

“Holy fuck ,” I moan, barely recognizing my own voice.

Mason groans softly and slides his tongue deeper.

Luc murmurs, “That’s it, Pretty Boy. She likes that. Keep going.”