Page 51 of Twisted Trails (Rogue Riders Duet #2)

“But you’re so cute when you get frustrated.”

“ Fuck you. ”

“Ask me again,” I command, brushing the backs of my fingers over his pink cheek. “Properly.”

“Will you say yes, then?”

“Possibly.”

He swallows. “Okay, can you help me put it in?”

“No.”

He scowls. “Come on.”

I kiss him softly. “Ask again.”

“Again? ” He sighs, lips brushing mine. “Will you put it in for me?”

“No.”

He groans. “I hate you.”

“You don’t, and I’m almost convinced.”

He gives me a look, and I have to suppress a laugh. Arguing with him about this shouldn’t be this hot, but goddamn, it feels like edging.

“Then put it in for me.”

“Nope.”

“You beautiful bastard.”

I chuckle, stroking along his jaw. “One last time. Beg for it.”

“One last time?”

“Ask for what you want, and I’ll give it to you.”

He rises to his knees, kisses me hard, and whispers against my lips, “I want you inside me.”

Wait a damn minute.

“Oh?” I murmur, heart hammering. “I thought we were talking about the dildo?”

“I want you. Not that silicone shit. You .”

My brain stalls, because fuck yes, but isn’t this too soon?

“You were struggling with the toy. ”

“I wasn’t with your fingers.”

“Fuck.”

“Is that a yes?”

I kiss him, my hand curling around the back of his neck. My lips brushing his, I breathe, “How could I say no to that?”

Then I kiss him again and again until he’s gasping against my mouth, and nothing else matters except making him feel every inch of what he’s asked for, of what I want to give.

I shift us without thinking, muscles working on instinct, until he’s flat on his back beneath me, his breaths coming in shallow under my hands.

Perfect.

I get up and strip the rest of the way down. When my sweats hit the floor, I climb back over him, and he just stares as I grab the lube and slick it over my cock in slow strokes, but I want him watching. Want him wanting . The sound is wet, obscene, but I don’t rush it. I want him to ache for me.

His spine arches at the sight like his body is answering mine.

“Fuck,” I breathe out, eyes dragging over every inch of him. He’s flushed, trembling, and glowing . “So damn hot.”

He licks his lips. “So are you, Pretty Boy.”

That earns a smirk from me. Cheeky bastard.

I slide my fingers back between his legs, teasing him open again. He moans and lets his head fall back, lashes fluttering shut as I sink in two fingers, then three. He takes it, greedy and gorgeous.

“You good?”

“Yeah.” He pants.

I ease my fingers out, and his hips twitch at the loss. Then I line my cock up, pressing against his entrance.

“You sure?” I ask again, needing to hear it, needing to see it in his eyes. One wrong move, one shadow of doubt, and I’ll stop, no hesitation, but he looks at me like I hung the goddamn moon.

“I’m sure,” he whispers. “Fuck me, Mase. I want you.”

Goddamn.

I push in carefully, just the tip, and his whole body gasps . He’s tight, tighter than I expected, and the heat of him clenches around me.

“Fuck, you’re tight.” I groan, almost coming right there.

“Thanks.” He pants. “You’re pretty cool too.”

That makes me laugh, which makes me sink in another inch, and Luc’s palm slides down to press against my stomach.

“Wait.”

I freeze instantly. “Does it hurt?”

“No.” His hand slides lower until he’s wrapped around the base of my cock. “Just… fuck, that’s a lot of dick still to go.”

I huff a rough laugh, leaning in to kiss the curve of his collarbone. “Want to stop?”

He shakes his head, stubborn and brave. “No.”

“Want me to keep going?”

“Yes.”

Thank fuck.

I start pushing in again slowly, but he whines, hips bucking up into mine.

“Not so slow.” He gasps.

I hum low in my throat and wrap my hand around his cock again, stroking him with a tight grip. The distraction works, and another inch of me slides in.

I’m going to lose it if we keep this slow pace.

“Faster, Payne,” Luc pants, hips rolling. “You weren’t this slow getting in my mouth.”

Desperate, stretched, and still trying to sass me .

I chuckle, my lips pressed against his damp skin. “Didn’t know you wanted it rough already.”

“I want it deep ,” he mutters, grinding back against me. “And all in , if that’s not too much trouble.”

“You’re so demanding,” I mutter, my breath dragging as I fight to hold back. “If I do everything you want, I’ll spoil you, and you’re already full of yourself enough, Luc Delacroix .”

He groans, his cock twitching in my hand. “I’d rather be full of you, Mason Payne. ”

I growl , a sound I barely recognize before crashing my mouth against his in a bruising kiss. His lips part for me, and I stroke him harder while my hips roll deeper, inch by inch, until I’m all the way in, balls deep in Luc Delacroix.

Christ on a bike.

He gasps into my mouth, breaks the kiss to breathe, and arches like his body is trying to memorize the shape of me inside him.

“So full,” he whispers, dazed and perfect.

“Look at you.” My hips meet his now, no space between us. “I’m so fucking deep inside your perfect little hole. It sucks me in , Luc.”

“Move already,” he moans, and I do.

A grind more than a thrust, dragging over every nerve ending until he’s squirming like he doesn’t know whether to beg for more or cry.

His hand flies up to cover his mouth, but I catch the sound he makes, high, raw, and shameless .

“Want to stop?”

“No, I-I love it.”

“Love, huh?” I ask, giving him another thrust. “Me too.”

I’m so damn in love with you.

He shifts slightly under me, breath catching. “Can we maybe switch position? ”

Shite, is it too much, after all?

I kiss down his throat and let my hand glide down his side. “I can just jerk us off together again. We don’t have to keep going if you’re hurting.”

“I’m not hurting. I just want you to fuck me from behind.”

Jesus.

“Whatever you want, baby.” I pull out, then shift my weight and press my palm to his chest, guiding him to roll onto his stomach. He moves easily under my hands, and when his cheek hits the sheets, I grip his hips and lift him slightly, lining myself up behind him.

“Look at you,” I murmur as I run my hand down the curve of his back. My fingers trace the dip of his spine, the arch of his waist, before settling at his hips. “What a view.”

I cover his body with mine, pressing in until he’s blanketed in heat, skin, and pressure. Then, with one slow thrust, I push back inside, way deeper like this.

Tighter. Hotter. Fuck , it’s so much.

I grit my teeth against the feeling, and he moans loudly, clenching around me, his body struggling to adjust but still taking me.

I grip his waist. “Fuck, Luc, is this too much?”

“More, please. ”

I start moving again with slow thrusts, grinding in each time, rolling my hips, hitting him in that spot that makes his legs tremble.

Our fingers find each other in the sheets, and I lace mine through his and squeeze. He shifts under me, hips rolling back, hungry for more even though I haven’t touched him again.

He lets out a shaky breath, voice muffled against the sheets.

“ Merde , I don’t think I’ve ever felt like this before.

” Another thrust, and his fingers tighten in mine.

“It’s too much, but in the best way.” He turns his head slightly, just enough for me to hear the edge of a laugh in his breath. “I might actually lose my mind.”

“I’m already past that.”

I can’t think, breathe, or hold onto a single coherent thought except for more . My whole body feels too tight and hot, like I’m going to snap in half from how much I need him.

I don’t even know how I’m still holding on. Every nerve is lit up. Every muscle is shaking.

“Close?” I rasp, my breath dragging against the nape of his neck before I press my lips to his skin.

He whimpers, nodding frantically, face buried in the sheets. “Mmm, please, please ? — ?”

God, he’s beautiful like this.

And fuck me, the only thing that could make this better would be Alaina in the mix.

I lean in tighter, chest to his sweat-slick back, my cock buried deep inside him, and slide my hand around to stroke him again, matching the slow rhythm of my hips.

“You’re everything, baby,” I whisper against his ear. “But imagine how good it’d be with our girl here too. Imagine her underneath you, that tight little pussy gripping your cock while I fuck your ass.”

Luc lets out a ragged, broken moan, and his whole body shudders.

“Me, deep in you.” I breathe, thrusting harder. “You, deep in her, feeling every inch of me while you fuck her into the mattress.”

His muscles clench around me so hard that it makes me groan.

“Picture her moaning under you.” I hiss. “Trembling because she’s so full of you, of me. Her perfect tits bouncing, and her strong thighs shaking while I fuck you through her.”

He arches, and then he simply breaks . A choked shout rips out of him as he comes hard into the sheets, convulsing around my cock like he’s coming from every place I’m touching him.

And shit , watching him fall apart like that, with my name in his mouth and her in our head, might just finish me too.

“ Fuck! ” I slip my hand up his chest, over his throat, holding him to me as my hips stutter against his, pressing my mouth to the back of his neck before I can’t resist anymore and bite him.

Groaning, I thrust one last time, grinding in as I come. My cock pulses inside him, while heat spills between us, and I just keep moving, small rocking grinds as I ride it out and anchor myself in his body heat.

My hand at his throat loosens as I kiss the shell of his ear and whisper his name like it’s the only word I still know.

“Luc…”

We stay like that, me draped over him, softening inside him, our bodies pressed close, and neither of us speaks while I breathe him in, the scent of sex, skin, and that hint of lavender that still clings to him.

I can feel his heartbeat through his back, a rhythm against my chest that steadies mine.

Eventually, I shift, just enough to ease out of him, and he winces at the sensitivity.

“Sorry, that got a little away from me,” I murmur, kissing the spot I bit earlier. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” he murmurs into the pillow. “I just got fucked, and I loved it.”

I get up with a laugh, padding to the sink to run warm water, grab a washcloth, and find a bottle of water in the mini- refrigerator. When I return, Luc is still sprawled where I left him, dazed, beautiful, and completely done for.

I kneel beside him, wipe him down slowly, and when I’m done, I toss the cloth on the floor, pull the covers back, and ease him under them. Then I slide in beside him, pull him to my side so his cheek rests on my chest, and hold him like he’s mine.

Because he is .

He hums softly, eyelids fluttering.

“You okay?” I ask again, sliding my palm over his forehead, because a silent Luc Delacroix is something new and may worry me a little.

He nods against my skin. “Yeah. Just still processing.”

Fuck, that’s not good?

Was I too rough after all?

Was it too fast?

Does he second-guess this?

I press a kiss to the top of his head. “Anything you need?”

He shifts just enough to look at me, eyes glassy but clear. “Stay.”

“I’m not going anywhere, baby.”

He turns in my arms, burying his face in my neck, and my hands find his back, stroking gently, calming the last tremors still working through him.

“I’ve never felt like this before,” he whispers.

“Like what?”

“Unmade and still wanted.”

My heart cracks a little as I pull him tighter to me. “You are wanted, always, and no matter what.”

We lay there, wrapped around each other as my fingers trace lazy circles against his skin. Our legs tangle. Every part of me is touching him, and it still doesn’t feel like enough .

Sleep pulls at me slowly, but I can feel him smiling faintly against my throat, and I just know he’s replaying what we just did, and holy shit.

I just fucked Luc-fucking-Delacroix.

But it wasn’t just fucking.

It was everything .