Page 39 of Twisted Trails (Rogue Riders Duet #2)

My thighs start to tremble, pleasure crackling under my skin.

I grip their hair with all I have, gasping as the world narrows to their mouths, their hands, their heat.

And they just keep going, licking and sucking until Luc lifts his head just enough to glance up at me, lips wet.

“You going to fall apart for us, bébé ? ”

I’m already in pieces.

Mason sucks my clit between his teeth, sending lightning through my nerves, and I truly break. My spine arches off the bed, and their names tumble from my lips as pleasure rips through me, wave after relentless wave.

My legs quiver on either side of their shoulders, fingers locked tight in their hair like I’ll drown if I let go, but they don’t stop. Their mouths stay on me, coaxing every last pulse of my orgasm, chasing the aftershocks.

When the stars finally clear and I can open my eyes again, their tongues are softer, slower on me until they meet in the middle.

And then, right there between my legs, just above my swollen, trembling, wet pussy, Luc and Mason start devouring each other.

Mason’s hand grips Luc’s jaw as they kiss, their bodies angled toward each other now, knees pressing together, while their tongues dance.

Then Mason’s fingers wrap around Luc’s cock, and he gives him a long, slow stroke.

I just lie there, staring down as I stroke their hair. The sight of them brings the need right back, and even with my skin still flushed, my nerves still buzzing, I want more of them.

More of this .

More of whatever we’ve just started.

Their kisses soften into something tender, and Luc pulls back and glances at Mason with that ever-present spark of mischief in his eyes. “Mind if I go first?”

Mason releases him and comes to my side, brushing a kiss over my shoulder on the way. Then his fingers trail down my arm before he laces them with mine.

My heart pounds as Luc spreads my thighs wider again. “When you make her come with your tongue first,” he says, glancing from my pussy to Mason. “She’s so wet, you just glide in. Feels good for both of you.”

Then, in one smooth thrust, he’s inside me.

That deep, slow stretch fills me completely, pulling a raw moan from deep within my chest without warning.

My head falls back, breath hitching sharply before I let it out in a cry.

Mason tightens his grip reassuringly on my hand, anchoring me, while Luc groans in ecstasy.

Luc captures my lips in a fierce kiss before trailing his mouth downward, along my throat, across my collarbone, nipping just enough to ignite a delicious sting.

He rears up and pumps his hips slowly, his eyes closed in pleasure. Then he looks at Mason. “I don’t think I have to explain the actual fucking part?”

Mason rolls his eyes at Luc. “I think I know the mechanics.”

“What do you say, Petite?” Luc asks huskily, punctuating his words with a deep thrust. “I’ll fuck you just a little longer, then Mason gets his turn.”

Holy shit. Why is the thought of them taking turns with me so hot?

“First time raw in this perfect … ” thrust, “ … little … ” thrust, “ … chatte ?” Luc cups my cheek. “ Merde , I might lose my mind.”

He picks up his pace, driving deep, and it feels so damn good.

I’m full, stretched, his thrusts rubbing against places that make my legs shake and sparks dance in my vision.

Then his hand slides up my chest and finds my nipple, teasing it while he fucks me, and I can’t do anything but take it, moaning, letting him push me closer again.

I feel Mason watching, and I want him to watch every hot stroke Luc gives me, every sound I make.

Just the idea of Mason watching has me gushing, and when I look at him, I clench around Luc, who curses in French.

It turns out I like being watched while getting fucked.

But only by them . Only ever by them.

And maybe, maybe Finn.

Imagining Finn standing somewhere next to the bed, watching what Mason and Luc are doing to me is so wrong, but at the same time, so hot.

I clench again, and Luc huffs a startled laugh that turns into a groan.

“ Putain .” He pulls out abruptly, leaving me empty.

“You squeeze me like that again, and I’ll come, and I’m not filling you up today.

” He moves so his back is against the headboard and pulls me down to lie on his chest. “I want Mason to feel how wet you are without my cum inside you. This time. ” His fingers circle my nipples as he whispers in my ear, “You want him, too, don’t you?

Want Mason to fuck this tight little chatte raw?

Stretch you deep and fill you with that pretty cock of his? ”

God, his filthy fucking mouth.

“Yes,” I whimper as I reach for Mason. “Please, Mason.”

“Please what , Mason?” I can feel Luc’s grin against my neck. “You know he needs to hear it.”

I swallow, not breaking eye contact with Mason, who looks like he’s about to snap. “ Please fuck me. ”

Luc kisses the top of my spine and pinches my nipples. “Good girl.”

Mason kneels between my thighs and drags his cock through the mess he helped Luc make. “You sure?” he grits out as his hips rock into me, his insecurity holding him back.

It’s enough to center me through the haze. I reach up, cup the back of his neck, and guide him down to me until our lips meet .

“I’m very sure,” I say into the space between us. “You have my enthusiastic consent to fuck me, Mason.”

His exhale is audible, relief flooding his features as he nods, pressing a grateful kiss to my mouth. “Thank you.”

He straightens back up, and with his eyes locked on our bodies and one decisive movement, he pushes into me.

My fingers dig into Luc’s arms where they’re wrapped tightly around me as my whole body arches to meet Mason’s, a broken gasp tearing from my throat.

Luc holds me steady as Mason sinks even deeper.

“Bloody hell.”

“Feels amazing, doesn’t it, Pretty Boy? She’s tight, wet, warm. Parfaite .”

Mason stays as far inside me as he can be, then leans forward again so his lips hover over mine, breath brushing against me in shaky waves.

“Alaina,” he murmurs, and my heart clenches at the way he says my name.

I kiss him, clumsy and breathless, but overflowing with feeling. When he finally starts to move, I move with him. The rhythm we find is slow, each thrust deliberate, every motion perfect, taking me closer to the edge.

“You can feel her squeezing you, right? That’s how you can tell she likes it.

” Luc’s hand splays possessively across my stomach while his other travels upward, stroking slow circles around my nipple.

“Try fucking her hard when she’s trembling.

She’ll squeeze you even harder, it’s adorable.

” He nuzzles the spot behind my ear, his breath warm and intoxicating against my skin.

“Touch her clit, Mase. Make her fall apart again, nice and slow.”

Mason obeys, his fingers gentle but insistent as they find my swollen clit, tracing lazy circles that match his thrusts. Each movement sends waves of pleasure cascading through me, the tension building gradually, deliciously, and my hips buck with his, begging him for more.

“Fuck, that’s good,” I pant, my body trembling with anticipation.

“Just like that,” Luc purrs, sending a shiver down my spine. “Are you ready to let go again, bébé ?”

“Yes.” I gasp, utterly desperate. “Please, don’t stop.”

Mason’s movements become more urgent, the snap of his hips getting faster and more intense, while Luc’s voice guides me deeper, his hand firmly holding my trembling body against his.

When I shatter, it’s like the pieces drift apart one at a time, leaving me scattered between them. My moan is trapped between Mason’s lips and mine, and my muscles lock, gripping him tightly as my orgasm surges through me.

“ Alaina ,” Mason groans reverently, pushing deep one final time as he follows me over the edge. His warmth fills me, stealing my breath away.

So damn good.

We’re still tangled when I finally catch my breath, our bodies slick with sweat, and Mason kisses me again like he’s tasting every second of what just happened.

“ Fuck, Bambi .” He breathes against my lips. “That was…”

“Everything,” I finish for him.

“Everything,” he repeats. He cups my cheek, searching my eyes like he’s trying to find proof that this wasn’t a dream.

Luc kisses my temple. “If that wasn’t perfect, I don’t know what is.”

Mason grins at Luc before kissing him softly over my shoulder. His hand trails leisurely down my arm, tracing the lines of my tattoos.

“You didn’t come yet, baby,” Mason murmurs against Luc’s mouth. At his words, my pussy flutters around Mason, and he hisses before pulling out. A shiver ripples through me as his cum slides out of me, dripping slowly down my thighs.

“What do you think, Bambi?” Mason asks, watching his cum spill out of me for another second before looking up at us. “He was such a good boy. Should we return the favor?”

“Yes,” I breathe out.

“Come here,” Mason encourages softly, gently positioning me. He settles me on my knees between Luc’s parted thighs, then leans back casually on his elbows, eyes dark, breathing uneven. Luc’s cock is hard, flushed, and slick at the tip, making my mouth water at the sight alone.

His hips twitch, rising slightly as he notices my focused gaze, a low groan escaping him as he tries and fails to keep still.

“How about you start,” Mason murmurs, voice rich with quiet amusement. “I’ll follow.”

I swallow nervously, eyes still fixed on Luc’s impressive length. “I… I don’t know how.”

Luc’s head falls back with a tortured groan. “Fuck.”

Mason takes Luc’s cock in his hand, steadying it. “Think of it like your favorite lollipop. Don’t use your teeth and take your time. I’ll help.”

Nodding, I lean forward and slowly lick the tip, tasting the salty, intoxicating essence of Luc mixed with sweat and what I tasted on their lips after they licked me. A soft moan slips from me before I carefully take the head into my mouth, savoring the warmth and weight of him.

Mason guides me, his hand sliding smoothly along the shaft, matching my rhythm.

My confidence grows with each soft, unfiltered moan Luc gives us, spurring me to take him deeper.

I push past the edge of comfort, feeling him press against the back of my throat.

A brief gag reflex spurs, making tears prickle at my eyes.

Luc’s hands tenderly cradle my face, pulling me off him, and lifting me to meet his gaze. He kisses the corner of my eye, tasting the single tear that slips down my cheek.

“ Bébé ,” he whispers affectionately, warmth radiating from his gaze, making me melt all over again. “Don’t choke on my cock, even if it’s hot.”

Mason smoothly takes my place, his lips wrapping effortlessly around Luc, taking him deep without hesitation. Luc’s ragged gasp fills the room as pleasure visibly shudders through him.

“Get back down there, Petite ,” Luc commands desperately between pants. “Help him suck me off.”

Mason and I take turns licking, tasting, circling our tongues. I take the head while Mason works the shaft, then we switch, our mouths brushing.

It’s messy. Wet.

And fucking perfect.

When our tongues meet mid-lick over Luc’s flushed, leaking tip, we end up kissing around him, and Luc spurs us on with a wanton moan and the rise of his hips.

He’s trembling now, one hand tangled in my hair, the other buried in Mason’s. I know how he feels now, having two people worship him. His hips buck once, then again, and I feel him pulsing. Still, we keep going, kissing and licking, drawing it out until he’s cursing in French.

“Stop.” Luc stiffens. “I’m gonna come. I’m gonna…”

Just in time, Mason pulls me back, and Luc’s release hits his hand that’s still wrapped around our Frenchman’s cock.

Mason eyes the cum all over his knuckles, then licks it from his fingers. I curl my fingers around his wrist and steal a taste, too, licking the rest from his skin, making both guys groan.

“What?” I look between them. “You did the same with my… stuff.”

“You’re so fucking dirty, and you don’t even know it.” Luc is still panting. “It’s so damn hot.”

Mason kisses my temple before getting up from the bed. “I’ll grab something to clean up.”

“You okay, bébé ? Was that too much?” Luc gathers me close and kisses the top of my head.

I melt into him, still warm and sticky. “It was perfect.”

Mason returns, and the care in his hands is so gentle, I melt even further. He helps me clean up his cum from between my legs first, then takes a clean cloth and wipes Luc down, too, his brow is deep in thought.

“ Petite said she’s fine.” Luc grins, making Mason look up at him questioningly. “I can hear you overthinking from here, Pretty Boy.”

Mason finally settles down beside Luc, and I reach out instinctively, lacing my fingers with his.

“It’s true,” I whisper. “I very much enjoyed it. It was amazing, and I’d love to repeat it soon. I mean, if you guys want that too.”

Luc arches an eyebrow and glances at Mason, who remains quiet, clearly still processing everything.

Instead of pushing further, Luc simply strokes my back.

The quiet isn’t awkward or heavy but peaceful, filled with soft breaths and the warmth of tangled limbs.

For once, I don’t want to analyze it to death or break it before it breaks me. I just want to stay.

Mason’s thumb drags over mine, like he’s asking something he doesn’t have the words for. I squeeze back, my answer without a single syllable .

I told him that I want him, and he said he wants me back.

It feels like I belong here with them.

Maybe that won’t last, and Mason will change his mind. He still didn’t say whether he wants to repeat this. Maybe this thing between the three of us exists only in this moment, wrapped in sweat-damp sheets and tender kisses. But hell, I’ll take it.

Every second, every brush of skin, every quiet moment where we all just exist without the world clawing at us.

I press a soft kiss to Luc’s chest, tightening my fingers around Mason’s hand, and allow myself to drift.

Not safe.

Not certain.

But held together.