Page 66 of Twisted Trails (Rogue Riders Duet #2)

She nods toward Mason, then the ground, and he drops to his knees like she’s the only god he’s ever believed in and who can tell him what she wants without even saying a word.

She slides her hands over Mason’s helmet until she finds the chin guard, pulling on it to tilt his head up to her. Luc groans and strokes himself faster, making Alaina tighten around me.

She’s fucking clenching down on my cock.

“Jesus .” I gasp. “Al…”

“Say please,” Alaina says on a breath .

I’m not sure who she’s talking to, but I’m ready to beg, and so, it seems, is Mason as he presses out, “ Please .”

“Good boy, stroke yourself harder.”

My hands grip her hips too tightly, my control teetering. Just one more thrust, one more moan, and I’m?—

“Stop, all of you. ”

Everything freezes, and I let out a cry, my chin guard dropping to my chest as I hang my head. My body is trembling with the effort not to move or just combust inside her wet pussy.

This is fucking torture, even if it’s the best kind.

Alaina squeezes my forearm as she pants, “Get up and stand beside Luc.”

I nearly come just from pulling out, but I manage to hold back as I do what she says and step back from the bed. Luc is still holding himself, breathing hard, and I don’t even try to stop my hand from wrapping around my own length, still slick from her, the heat unbearable.

She gestures to Mason, who rises, too, standing on Luc’s other side. Now all of us are lined up at the foot of the bed, helmets on, cocks in hand, panting like she made us race a World Cup finale.

Alaina lies back, one arm tucked behind her head like she’s just stretching as if this is nothing and spreads her legs.

Then she starts touching herself again like we’re just her audience, but this time, it’s even wetter, filthier, more obscene , because I just fucked her.

Luc swears behind his helmet, and Mason’s breath has turned ragged, each inhale tighter than the last. I don’t know where to look. Her hands. Her mouth. Her thighs. Her flushed face.

“I want you all to come on my body when I come.”

Thank God.

The chorus of groans that follows is agreement and full- body relief. We move closer as we stroke ourselves in time with her fingers. Luc on her left, Mason on her right, and me at the foot of the bed, with the perfect view of her open thighs and the slick mess I left behind.

Every set of eyes is locked on her, and the way her hips jerk when she hits that edge, the way her fingers speed up, the sound of her breath falling apart.

She cries out as she comes, moaning a wild, tangled mix of our names. Her back bows off the bed, and her muscles tremble. Gorgeous and ours in a way that knocks the breath clean out of me.

My orgasm crashes through me like a free fall.

My hips jerk, my abs tighten, every muscle locked as I groan through clenched teeth. My release shoots out in hot, pulsing waves, landing across her pussy, painting what I just had buried myself in.

My legs damn near give out from the force of it.

Luc’s curses and Mason’s groans make a forceful duet on either side of me, and the sounds of them losing it somehow make it worse .

I keep hold of myself by bracing one hand on the edge of the bed and thrusting into my hand as I ride out the aftershocks of my orgasm.

Once the stars in my vision finally blink out, I let my gaze travel up her body, to find that the others came across her chest and stomach.

She’s covered in it, in us.

And she looks fucking divine .

I slide my thumb over my release on her pussy and press it gently, instinctively, inside her. Her eyes snap to mine on a gasp, but I’m still wearing my helmet, so all she can see is her own reflection, and not my shit-eating grin.

Shaking herself, she trails her fingers through the cum on her stomach, smearing it higher, a sleepy little grin tugging at her lips.

Luc swears in rapid-fire French, so hoarse and reverent it sounds like he’s confessing his sins, and Alaina giggles, like that was her goal all along.

Mason is the first to pull off his helmet, stealing a quick kiss from her lips before muttering something about a washcloth as he walks away. Luc strips his off, too, leaning down to press a kiss to her cheek.

“That…” he says, breathlessly, “… was everything. We’re doing that again. Helmets and all. Often .”

“Deal.” Alaina’s laugh turns almost shy, all that confident fire curling into something sweeter.

I take my helmet off last and set it aside, then crawl over her body and catch her chin between my fingers. Her eyes are full of adoration before I tilt up her face to mine to kiss her softly.

“That was so hot, baby girl,” I murmur against her lips. “But next time, I’m not letting you stop me from eating you out.” I kiss her again because I can. “I still haven’t tasted you.”

Mason returns with a damp cloth and nudges me aside so he can clean her. “You’re missing out,” he says without looking up, running the cloth over her breasts, smirking when she moans low in her throat. “She tastes amazing. ”

Luc appears with a bottle of water and a grin. “I bet I could make her come faster than both of you.”

“This isn’t a fucking race,” I mutter.

“Yeah,” Mason adds. “We should always take our time with her.”

Alaina pouts, still sprawled across the bed. “I am right here, you know.”

I chuckle, but Luc just shrugs and goes on as if he didn’t hear her. “Sure, under normal circumstances. But one day, we have to make it a competition, like for her birthday. Who gets her off the fastest.”

Alaina hums, eyes fluttering closed. “That actually sounds kind of amazing.”

“Not fair.” Mason scoffs. “First and third take longer than second.”

Luc smirks. “Then you go second, Payne au chocolat , and I’ll still beat you.”

I bark a laugh and steal the bottle of water from Luc, who clearly forgot he was holding it. Alaina is still lying there, completely blissed out, as I press the cold bottle to her cheek.

She sighs like it’s the best thing she’s ever felt, rubbing her face on it. “Mmm.”

“Don’t just rub yourself on it,” I say with a snicker, brushing my palm across her burning forehead. “You need to drink something.”

“I will.” Her voice is barely a whisper. “In a minute.”

I twist the cap off. “Open your mouth.”

She does, and I take a sip, lean over, and let the cool water pour from my mouth to hers. She swallows it, then pulls me in by the back of my neck for a kiss that’s slow , warm , and lazy, and every part of me hums.

Luc inserts himself between us and then kisses Alaina, muttering something into her ear that makes her giggle. Mason watches them with contentment, a warmth that he doesn’t hide when his eyes meet mine.

We all snuggle in beside her, around her, and bask in the togetherness.

The rightness.

If this is the future she planned for us?

I’m all fucking in.