Page 55 of Twisted Trails (Rogue Riders Duet #2)

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

Luc

“It’s just a restaurant.”

Mason is standing there in his black hoodie like we’re not about to walk into a room full of fans, phones, and probably a few rivals who’d love to catch me looking like shit.

“Yes, and people know us.” I dig through the disaster that is my suitcase. “There will be pictures and shit. I wanna look good.”

Alaina looks down at her blue, oversized hoodie, then flicks a glance at Mason’s. “Do we need to change too?”

Mason huffs like we’re testing his patience. “No, we don’t, we’re already late. Luc, just wear a damn hoodie. You always look hot, and you know it.”

We told the crew we’d just grab a quick shower and freshen up after qualifying so we could all hit dinner together, and welp, we’re already late. I may or may not be the reason.

Mason qualified first, which probably explains why he’s a smug bastard tonight. I came in third, right behind Raine, and yeah, it bugged me a little, but honestly, I can’t bring myself to care that much this season .

Either I take the four overalls in a row or I don’t. I’ll get my fourth one eventually. I know that.

Maybe it’ll feel even better when I win it riding for Alaina’s team.

That would be the fucking dream.

I turn to him, annoyed and still half-naked. “I don’t wanna wear pink tonight.”

Without missing a beat, Mason peels his hoodie off. The fabric clings to his shirt underneath, pulling it up, and both Alaina and I go still.

Because putain.

That sliver of his stomach, those sharp hips, the soft trail of hair? Fucking lethal. Alaina snickers when she glances over at me, catching me almost drooling at our boyfriend.

Merde , our boyfriend.

Mason holds his hoodie out to me. “Here. I’ll wear a pink one.”

I narrow my eyes. “You just want one of my hoodies.”

He doesn’t even deny it. Instead, he steps closer, grabs my chin, and pulls me in, as he murmurs, “If I wanted one of your hoodies for the sake of it, I’d just make you give it to me.”

Shit.

My breath stutters, and I feel his words everywhere, tight in my gut, twitching in my jeans. “You making me hard doesn’t make us leave any faster.”

Not when I’m still thinking about him fucking me so deep I saw stars, gripping my hips and moaning my name into my neck when he spilled into me.

Getting split open by Mason Payne? That’s a fucking experience I’d love to repeat, even if I couldn’t sit right the next day.

He grins, reaches down, and cups me over my fly like he owns the place. “Hard indeed. What do you think, Bambi? Do we need to help our boy before we go eat?”

“I mean, sure .” She laughs, eyes flicking between us. “But the others are gonna have to wait.”

I’m already pulling my phone from my pocket, thumbing out a text to Otis, since he’s the one babysitting my son.

Go without us. Start eating. We’ll catch up.

Otis responds in seconds.

Otis

Horndogs.

I chuckle and toss my phone on the bed. “Where were we?”

Mason pushes at my bare chest until my legs hit the edge of the bed, and I sit without resistance. He’s already sinking to his knees in front of me, and fuck, the look in his eyes is pure sin.

“We were about to handle your little problem.”

“Nothing about that problem is little ,” Alaina says from behind Mason, sounding more sarcastic than flirtatious.

I take it as a compliment anyway and flash her a grin. “ Merci, Petite. ”

Mason pops the button on my jeans, yanks the zipper down, and my cock springs free—eager, aching, already leaking—and nearly smacks him in the face. He doesn’t flinch, just lets it rest against his cheek.

I reach for Alaina, and she’s there in a heartbeat, mouth hot on mine, her fingers sliding into my hair. Mason starts stroking me, then licks a stripe up the underside that makes me moan into her lips .

She shudders, melting against me, and I break the kiss to gasp, “I need us all to have way fewer clothes on.”

Mason pulls back, lips slick and a little swollen. “This was just about sucking you off, not starting a fucking threesome before dinner.”

But Alaina looks as dazed as I feel, her lips kiss-bitten, and her cheeks flushed.

She glances down at Mason, who’s still holding me in his hand, and her breath catches. “I… I want you both.”

“ Bonne réponse. ”

“ Okay, then .” Mason chuckles, hand squeezing once. “Seems like dinner can wait.”

His mouth wraps around me again, and I groan low in my chest, grabbing his shoulder and pushing my hips up, fucking his mouth gently.

I groan some more at the perfection that is my man’s mouth on me, but Alaina’s lips swallow the sound as I drag her into another kiss.

My hands find the hem of her hoodie, and she lifts her arms without needing to be told.

It comes off in a rush, followed by her shirt that’s clinging to her like it has a claim.

But I’m the only one allowed to claim her tonight.

Fine, maybe the guy who currently has my bite in his mouth is too.

Once her shirt is gone, she steps back with a smirk and starts working on her jeans, leaving me trembling from Mason’s mouth and panting from her taste.

Mason pulls off me with one last twist of his tongue that makes my thighs twitch, then stands, dragging his shirt over his head.

The hoodie he tossed me lies forgotten on the floor as his jeans follow.

I kick mine off, too, finally free.

Mason and I both look at Alaina, who’s standing there in just the binder and boxers, her breath high in her chest, and fuck, she’s stunning.

He moves first, stepping behind her, guiding her backward until her spine presses against his chest. His mouth finds her neck, kissing just below her ear while I move in from the front, palms finding her hips.

Her eyes flutter closed as my fingers skim up to the edge of her binder.

“Let me,” I murmur, and she nods once.

I open it clasp by clasp, watching her body unwind with every breath. The moment it’s off, she shivers, but then her hands rise and cup her own breasts, pushing back against Mason’s cock with a teasing grind that pulls a curse from both of us.

Fuck, that woman is getting bolder each time I get her naked, and I love it.

Mason turns her head toward him, and his mouth crushes against hers, swallowing the soft cry she lets out, while I take her in completely.

They take their fucking time, kissing like they’ve got nowhere else to be, like I’m not already half feral just watching them.

So, I start kissing her collarbone, then lower, wrapping my lips around one nipple, and sucking just enough to make her tremble under my lips.

I drag my tongue across it until she lets out the prettiest little whine straight into Mason’s mouth.

He groans in response, one hand cupping her throat with that gentle dominance he does so fucking well, the other sliding down her stomach like he’s mapping her out by touch.

His fingers disappear beneath the waistband of her boxers, but they pause, and he lets out a short laugh. “Hard for us, Bambi?”

Before she can answer, he pulls Pierre out of her boxers with a dramatic flourish and chucks him over his shoulder. He lands somewhere across the room with a soft thud, making me chuckle.

Mason’s hand is back in her boxers, and my hand glides down, too, but I go lower to between her thighs. Two fingers slide under the fabric, past the heat, and right to where she’s already soaked for us.

When I ease a finger inside her, her whole body arches, and one hand grabs Mason’s bicep, the other wraps tight around my wrist, nails biting just enough to make me groan.

“Fuck, ma belle ,” I whisper, licking slow circles around her nipple again while Mason starts working her clit. “You love when we team up, hmm?”

“I daydreamed about this when I was on meds in the hospital.”

“Did you now?” I snicker.

She doesn’t answer, but the way her hips roll says everything.

We’re all breath and skin now. Her in the middle, panting and moaning between our mouths as we kiss over her shoulder, trading taste and heat like it’s second nature.

I thrust my fingers deep, curling just right while Mason’s thumb rubs her clit. Her legs tremble, and she’s gasping now.

“Look at you,” I whisper against her ear, licking just beneath it as her hips stutter. “So fucking good between us.”

Her head tilts back, resting on Mason’s shoulder. She’s so close, I can feel it in the way her muscles twitch around my finger and her breath stutters.

Knock. Knock.

Alaina’s eyes fly open at the knock on the door, and Mason curses under his breath. I groan but laugh at them both, pulling my fingers out of her perfect chatte while kissing the side of her neck.

“Wait here, mes amours ,” I whisper, brushing another kiss beneath her jaw and stroking my wet fingers down Mason’s arm that is still buried in her boxers. “I bet it’s just hotel staff.”

Grabbing my discarded jeans from the floor—not that it matters much—I cross to the door to crack it open, just enough to see who the hell thought this was a good time.

It’s Finn-fucking-Greer.

Huh.

He looks up from his phone. “You guys ready?”

My grin is instant. Looks like he didn’t get the message.

Perfect.

Without giving him time to process, I reach out and yank him inside, shut the door with a click, let my jeans fall to the floor again, and lean against the door with my arms crossed as he stares at the three of us.

He zeros in on Alaina, who’s still half-trembling in Mason’s arms, flushed and panting.

Finn’s eyes go wide. “Shit, I didn’t know.”

He turns to bolt, probably, but I step into his path. “Greer, remember how I told you that this is an all-in situation?”

He nods slowly, Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows.

“I think I gave you time enough to decide if you’re all-in.”

“You did.”

“And? Are you ?” I tilt my head. “Even if that means seeing me and Mason, our naked asses, sucking and fucking your baby girl ?”