Page 71 of Twisted Trails (Rogue Riders Duet #2)

Finn meets my gaze, and I know he’ll support me no matter what I choose. Mason gives me the faintest nod because he already knows what I’ve decided, and Luc grins like there’s only ever been one answer.

I take a deep breath, filling my lungs with the cold air before I nod. “I’ll race.”

“Good to hear.” The official extends a hand, and I shake it. “We’ll set up a statement and send the press release to you first, so you can request edits before it goes live.”

“Good.” Finn nods. “Thanks.”

“Please excuse the interruption. We’ll see you in the summer.” They turn to leave, and Mr. Clipboard is huffing like this isn’t the outcome he was hoping for, but I couldn’t care less.

I can race.

They will let me race .

I can race again.

Luc swings an arm around my shoulders. “My favorite rival is back.” I’m too stunned to even think, but then he kisses me hard, with that perfect, arrogant heat that always makes my knees wobble. Mason wraps his arms around my waist from behind, pulling me flush against him.

“Thought I was your favorite rival,” he murmurs.

“You both are.” Luc smirks over my head, then leans in and kisses Mason just as hungrily.

I can feel Mason getting hard behind me, and that is something I can definitely process, so I grind my ass against him while the French menace kisses him.

Luc breaks the kiss with a low chuckle. “Did I just make you hard, Pretty Boy?”

Mason growls. “You make everything in my life hard.”

Finn groans behind us and turns toward the kitchen. “I’m finally going to make some damn eggs. You degenerates need protein.”

I reach out from my man sandwich and catch his arm before he can escape. “Don’t go.”

He glances back at me, surprised.

“I’m feeling…” I breathe out, the bodies grinding and groping on either side of me actually helping sort my emotions. “Ecstatic.”

Luc’s eyebrows rise. “Ooh. Ecstatic, huh? What should we do with that, bébé? ”

Mason’s answering murmur is low. “I know what I’d do with it.”

Finn levels a look at us. “You’re still healing.”

“I’m not,” I say, tugging him a little closer. “I feel good. I’ve been feeling good. You said when I was ready, when I felt better, we’d try it.”

Luc grins. “Yeah, when if not now? We’re doing next season all together, after all.” He winks. “So we should do it all together . ”

Finn groans. “That’s not something you just do . We need prep, and?—”

“We’re gonna prep them,” Mason cuts him off. “You’re gonna stretch her pretty ass, and I’ll stretch his. We’ll make sure they’re good. That they’re enjoying it, Greer. I’ve got you, and we’ve got them.”

“Fine.” Finn exhales, resigned, making Luc and me squeal in unison.

By his tone, you’d think he was agreeing to filing our taxes jointly instead of a gang bang.

Before I can say another word, Luc scoops me up like a sack of joy and throws me over his shoulder. I squeak, laughing as he smacks my thigh.

“Be careful with her,” Mason warns, but there’s no real heat in it. He reaches into Luc’s hood and gently pulls out Toulouse and Bristol, carrying them over to the giant rat palace in the corner of the living room.

As Luc starts toward the hallway, I stretch my arm back, fingers brushing Finn’s.

“Come on,” I say, eyes locked on his. “ Please. ”

Finn sighs again, but his hand finds mine, and we make our way down the hallway toward my bedroom.

Luc kicks open the door with dramatic flair, but is gentle as he lowers me onto the bed, his eyes full of fire when he steps back and takes me in.

Mason and Finn step up beside him, and all three of them watch me like they’d do anything to be the first to pounce on me.

Luc grins and tips his head. “Clothes off, bébé . Now.”

I arch a brow, playing coy even though my skin is already humming. “No, please ? No flowers or romantic soundtrack? ”

His eyes gleam, his voice a growl. “You want a soundtrack? I’ll moan for you. Loud enough to make the neighbors complain.”

“Drop the attitude or drop your panties, Alaina. I don’t have time for both.”

My gaze snaps to Finn, mouth dropping open.

Oh.

Oh fuck.

The command in his voice sends a surge of heat through me, and my thighs press together on instinct, trying to contain the pulsing ache.

“Yes, sir ,” I whisper breathlessly, already tugging at the hem of my shirt.

Luc laughs, and Mason traces every inch of skin I reveal, but Finn doesn’t even blink. His stare is locked on me, heavy with want and restraint, like he’s cataloging every detail that will haunt him later.

I peel my shirt over my head and drop it to the floor, the cool air kissing my bare chest, nipples pebbling instantly, and I swear I can feel their eyes like soft touches.

Luc hums as if he’s just tasted something decadent. “ Mon Dieu. ”

Mason swallows hard. “Fuck, Alaina.”

I drag my sweatpants down, baring myself inch by inch. I’m not wearing anything underneath, and their gazes burn when they realize it.

Luc strips like he’s in no hurry, and he’s savoring the buildup, while Mason takes off his shirt without flourish, muscles flexing, a line of tension running down his back that I want to trace with my tongue.

Finn’s eyes never leave mine as he strips down, freezing as he seems to forget what he was doing several times.

The only sound is the rustle of fabric and the sound of my own ragged breathing .

When they stand before me bare, hard, and breathtaking, my blood is a thunderstorm in my veins. Every part of me feels exposed, seen, and desired, and I want them to see. I want them to look.

The new scar on my hip is still red and very visible, but they have seen it, seen me , a hundred times by now.

And they want me anyway.

Mason’s hand flexes at his side, Luc’s cock twitches against his stomach, and Finn’s eyes darken, while his jaw clenches like he’s barely holding something back.

“You’re…” Mason’s voice breaks off, and he swallows hard before he continues, voice rough, “… so goddamn beautiful, Bambi.” He moves toward me and skims his hands over my sides. “You ready? We need to prep first.”

“Yeah,” Finn says, stepping closer to me. “In two minutes.”

I barely get the chance to gasp before he pounces, grabbing me under the thighs and lifting. My breath catches in my throat as he drags my legs up over his shoulders, settling between them like he was born to worship there.

“Finn—” I gasp, but it’s already too late.

His mouth is on me, tongue parting me with hunger and a kind of reverence that makes my vision blur. I arch off the mattress, fingers flying to his hair as he licks a broad, slow stripe from my entrance to my clit and hums like I taste better than anything he’s ever known.

“F-fuck.” I pant, but the words dissolve into a moan when his lips wrap around my clit and give it a hard, toe-curling suck.

“Oh, this is happening, huh?” Luc whistles low. “You don’t have a claim on eating her out because you won last time, Papi .”

“We should stop the time again,” Mason mutters, but I barely hear them .

Finn’s arms are wrapped under my thighs, holding me steady and locking me in place as he devours me like he’s starving, and this is the only meal he’s ever wanted. His tongue flicks, circles, and presses, and my hips writhe against his face, chasing every jolt of pleasure.

Then he adds a finger, curling perfectly against that sweet spot inside me, then another. His rhythm is fast, tongue and fingers working in perfect tandem, wringing gasps and broken moans from me like they’re his favorite song.

My spine arches, and I dig my heels into his back, helpless against the pleasure crashing through me. “Finn… fuck, Finn! ”

My climax hits like a fucking freight train.

My whole body seizes, a loud, desperate cry tearing from my throat as I shatter, trembling hard around his face and fingers, my breath snagging in my chest.

Finn doesn’t let up until the last tremor leaves me boneless. Then, with a smug little hum, he pulls back just enough to wipe his mouth clean on the inside of my thigh, pressing a kiss there before glancing over his shoulder with a grin.

Luc bursts into laughter. “I hate you.”

Finn flips him off, then kisses the same spot again. “Time check?”

Mason watches me with open awe as I lie there, chest heaving. “She came in under a minute. Shite .”

“Grandpa’s still got it,” Finn smirks.

I let out a dazed laugh as he rises to his feet, towering over me as he wipes the remaining moisture from his chin. “So…” he says casually, looking at Mason, “… you were saying something about prep?”

Mason chuckles. “Yeah, well, you did a hell of a job prepping her, no doubt about that. But now…” he brushes hi s fingers down the curve of my hip again, and I shiver, “… we have to prep those perfect little assholes.”

Luc claps his hands once, delighted. “Best day ever .”

“How do we do this?” Finn asks, his voice a little hoarse as his gaze flicks to Mason.

Mason smirks and eases behind Luc. “Like this.”

His hand grips the back of Luc’s neck, and Luc follows the pressure, folding forward until his chest is pressed to the mattress, ass high in the air.

The sight knocks the air from my lungs.

“Just like that,” Mason murmurs, his open palm gliding up Luc’s spine. “Follow my lead.”

Finn’s hands find my waist before he slides them lower and flips me onto my stomach, maneuvering me with care.

I lean into the motion and go easily, my breath catching when he tugs my thighs back until I’m bent over the edge of the bed beside Luc.

My nipples get even harder as my chest presses into the bed, the fabric rubbing over them.

When I turn my head, Luc is right there, grinning like we’re partners in crime.

“ Bonjour, ma Petite ,” he rasps as he reaches for my face, his fingers curling around my chin.

His tongue slides against mine, greedy and hot, and I moan into it. The weight of the guys behind us, paired with the heat of Luc next to me, thickens the air with anticipation, and my pussy throbs.