Page 72 of Twisted Trails (Rogue Riders Duet #2)

I hear the nightstand drawer open. The soft click of a cap, followed by the squeeze of lube being poured, the slick sound of it filling the quiet room. The bottle taps the wood, and my whole body shudders in response.

We’ve been building to this moment for weeks.

The fantasy of being taken like this, filled, stretched, and utterly undone between them, between all of them, has haunted me every night since I let them in. We’ve teased it, whispered about it, and I’ve imagined it a hundred different ways.

But this?

This is better.

It’s real, hot, and terrifying in the best possible way.

“Start slow,” Mason commands. “And use a lot of lube.”

“Got it,” Finn answers, close enough that I feel the heat of his breath ghost over my lower back, his focus obvious in the way he moves.

“Touch her here first,” Mason continues, his tone a notch softer now. “Stroke around the rim. Get her body asking for it.”

The broken sound Luc makes tells me Mason is already working him open.

I picture it in my head easily. I’ve watched them do just that so many times now.

Mason’s hands spreading Luc’s ass, lube slick on his fingers as he circles and presses, stretching him slowly. It’s enough to make my thighs tremble.

Luc groans into the mattress, and it sets off a chain reaction through my body, every nerve lighting up, my skin tingling.

Then Finn’s fingers are there, gliding between my cheeks, and I gasp, even though I was expecting it. He strokes down once, twice, and then he finds that tight ring of muscle and circles it with soft pressure. Not pushing in yet, just teasing, coaxing, letting my body acclimate.

“Like that,” Mason says, the note of approval in his voice enough to make my stomach flip. “Watch her hips. Feel the way she moves into it.”

And I do move.

My hips shift back toward Finn’s hand, chasing that sensation, that spark of something new and so right . Heat curls deep in my belly, spreading outward in slow, thick spirals .

Luc moans again beside me, and I feel his breath against my cheek right before he reaches his hand toward me. I take it, and he threads our fingers. His pupils are blown wide when he kisses me, messy, hungry, like he needs this connection to survive what Mason is doing to him.

Our tongues slide and teeth click. Behind me, Finn’s finger presses in with more pressure, gliding inside me.

My breath hitches, caught between shock and pleasure, and I gasp into Luc’s mouth. My knees slide wider and my back arches further, wanting Finn deeper. He groans, and I break the kiss, listening intently to how much he’s enjoying this too.

“Good girl,” Mason murmurs.

I light up under his praise, sinking into the sensation of Finn moving his finger inside me. Luc groans again under him, and I know Mason is still working him just as thoroughly.

That low, steady rhythm of their expert touches is wrecking us both.

Finn slides his finger out, but when he thrusts back in, it’s fuller, like he’s added a second finger.

I clutch my hands, one still holding Luc’s hand and the other the duvet, my knuckles white with the grip because it’s so much .

The stretch. The fullness. The obscene, wet sounds of slick fingers moving in and out of us.

The way Luc’s mouth trembles against mine as he kisses me again. The control in Mason’s voice.

It’s dizzying. Overwhelming.

Perfect.

Luc’s lips break away, and he presses his forehead against mine as he starts to shake. I don’t need words to know he’s on the edge.

“ Putain ,” he whispers hoarsely, voice barely more than breath. “This is… fuck. ”

And I know exactly what he means.

Because I’m right there with him.

Open.

Stretched.

Shaking.

Fucking wrecked.

And we haven’t even gotten to the part where they fuck us yet.

“Okay…” Mason says, “… now use three fingers, Greer. Make sure she’s ready for your cock.”

Finn’s grip tightens around my hip before I feel the added finger pressing gently, spreading me open even more. My breath hitches, ribs rising and falling with my rapid breaths.

“Oh shit,” Finn breathes out, voice thick with need. “You’re so tight. I-I can’t wait to feel you around my cock.”

Beside me, Luc’s chest heaves in time with his ragged breaths. “Please…” he pants, voice strained. “I need you, Pretty Boy. I need you to fuck me.”

Finn’s fingers trace slow lines inside me, coaxing me louder with every drag.

“Finn.” I twist my neck to look over my shoulder. His hips are subtly rocking, seeking contact with my body.

He doesn’t break focus. His cheeks are flushed, jaw tight, determination painted on his face as he works inside me.

“ Please. ” I press back into his hand, aching all over with need. “I want you.”

His Adam’s apple bobs. “Are you sure?”

I nod. “Never been more sure. Please, Finn. I need it.”

He flashes Mason a quick glance, who nods and says, “More lube first. Then give her what she’s begging for. But slowly. Take your time.”

Finn pulls his fingers out of me, and I gasp at the loss, writhing on the bed while he reaches for the bottle and slicks himself with quick, trembling motions. Then there’s warmth again, and more pressure as he grips my shoulder for support.

“Breathe for me, baby girl,” he whispers, and then he presses the tip of his cock against me.

I exhale, shuddering as he slowly sinks in. It’s sharp, the stretch more intense than his fingers, and so much fuller, but I love it.

Inch by painful, delicious inch, he pushes in, pressing past the tight ring of muscle. My body clenches around him, making him hiss in time with my moans.

Luc buries his face in my shoulder, muttering French curses into my skin in a way that tells me Mason has finally given Luc his cock, too, as the bed creaks under the collective pressure.

His lips trail across my shoulder and to my cheek as he whispers against my skin.

“We’re getting our asses filled at the same time, Petite.

Our men inside us. So deep. Can you feel him? I can feel him, mon Dieu .”

“Yes, yes, I can feel him.” I moan, and Finn’s tight grip burrows into my shoulder as he curses.

“ Merde! ” Luc’s voice breaks, half-laugh, half-groan.

“I love getting fucked while you’re getting fucked.

And soon I’m gonna fuck you too. I’m going to sink into your sweet little chatte , right alongside Greer, who’s ruining your ass.

” His breath shudders in my ear. “Gonna find out how tight she gets when your pretty asshole’s already full.

You think she’ll grip me even tighter, hmm ? ”

I can’t answer. I’m barely breathing.

But every word drips into me as every thrust from Finn makes my thighs shake. He’s deeper now but still moving slowly while murmuring soft praise under his breath.

He fills me so deeply, I swear I can taste the edge of it in the back of my throat .

“Finn.” I gasp.

“What’s wrong? You all right?” he asks, stopping his slow thrusts.

“ Don’t stop.” I reach up to my shoulder and use touch to find his wrist, encircling it and squeezing desperately. “It feels so good. Please, don’t stop. Fuck my ass, Finn.”

All three of them groan in unison as if I said something dirty, but I can’t even replay what I just said because Finn starts his rhythm up again, and Luc grabs my chin and kisses me once more, his tongue chasing mine like he’s starving.

Mason’s pace picks up, his hands gripping Luc’s hips tighter, driving into him harder now, making the slap of skin on skin echo through the room. Luc’s moans mix with mine, our bodies rocking in tandem.

We’re a mess of moans, sweat, and heat.

Finn’s breath brushes the back of my neck as he sinks impossibly deeper. One hand slides along my spine, while the other brushes the scar on my hip with a fingertip. “You sure you’re good, Al? We don’t have to go any further today if you’re starting to hurt?—”

“I’m good.” I gasp, pressing back, chasing the stretch. “I’m not going to break, Finn. Please give me more.”

Mason murmurs, “You ready to take Luc, too, Bambi?”

My heart slams against my ribs, but I nod before the word even catches up. “Yes.”

Mason hums like he expected that. “Greer, on the bed. Let’s give her the setup.”

Finn shifts, pulling my upper body up before guiding me down onto the bed with him. He settles onto his back, careful to stay buried inside me as I follow his motion, legs splayed wide, arms drawn behind me, my palms pressed to his chest for balance.

It’s not quite reverse cowgirl—my thighs are wide open, not straddling him—but the position lets his cock glide impossibly deep, stretching me in ways that have me shaking, and I can feel wetness dribbling down my pussy.

Fuck, this is all so damn hot.

I pant, glancing over my shoulder. “Is this okay for you?”

Finn’s head falls against the pillow, eyes half-lidded, lips parted on a groan. “I’m so deep inside your ass, baby girl, I don’t think I’ll ever be okay again.” His hands glide possessively along my hips, anchoring me against him. “So yeah. This is fucking perfect.”

“Don’t say stuff like that,” I mutter, trying to breathe through the delicious pressure, the fullness making me dizzy. Luc chuckles darkly, and I catch the motion of Mason pulling out of him. Then Luc shifts forward and onto the bed, kneeling between my thighs.

He grips my chin, rough and tender all at once. “Still sure you’re good to take us both, Petite ?”

“Yes,” I whisper, already trembling again. “Please. Fuck me while Finn fucks my ass.”

Finn groans behind me. “ Jesus , Alaina. Since when do you have such a dirty-fucking-mouth?”

“She learned from the best.” Luc’s lips brush mine. “I’m gonna fuck your tight little chatte while he wrecks your ass, and Mason rails the fuck outta me. It’s gonna be a full-throttle four-way fuckfest.”

Mason snorts behind him. “What the hell, baby?”

“Delacroi…” Finn starts, probably to tell him to shut the fuck up, but then Luc pushes his hips forward and drives into me with one smooth thrust.

Holy shit.