Page 187 of Rogue Riders Duet

Because what if, after that kiss, they both turned to me as if they’d just come to a very mutual, very filthy agreement.

And then they kissed me.

At the same time, with their hands on my thighs, lips on my neck, one of them behind me, the other in front, and all I can feel is that spark that lives under my skin whenever I’m around them.

That hum that says yes, this, more.

I don’t even know whose hands are where in this completely made-up, wildly inappropriate fantasy, but I do know I’m not complaining.

Honestly, if someone in this room doesn’t start kissing someone in the next sixty seconds, I might cry.

“You guys are so pretty.” I sigh. “I want you to kiss.”

Mason snorts, and Luc’s scowl morphs into a slow grin that makes my stomach flutter in ways I’m definitely too medicated to process responsibly.

“She’s all groggy,” Finn explains from somewhere near the door, and I blink over to see him standing beside Dane, arms folded, expression somewhere between amused and worried. “She broke two fingers and has a concussion. They hooked her up with Dilaudid in the helicopter.”

More like fairy dust.

I look at Finn and take him in from head to toe. Even though he’s a mess, he’s just as hot as the other two. “I don’t want you to kiss them, though. You’re just for me.”

He smiles a sad smile, and something in my chest aches.

Why is he sad?

Dane walks over to me, shaking his head with a laugh, before brushing his palm lightly over my messy hair. “You’re gonna hate yourself when you’re off the meds, Speedbump.”

Maybe.

The nurse chuckles as she steps up and adjusts the IV. “All right. We’ll tone it down a little before you start making real trouble.”

I pout at her, even as the fog begins to clear just a little, and she leaves, promising to grab the doctor.

Dane stays by my side and strokes my hair again, gentler now. “How are you feeling, Alaina?”

I press a finger of my good hand to my lips and whisper, “Shh. They don’t know.”

Luc snorts from where he and Mason are still standing close together, practically shoulder to shoulder. I look over, narrowing my eyes, because dammit, Mason looks adorable in Luc’s hoodie with his arms crossed.

“Seriously,” I say, pointing between them. “You guys should kiss.”

They don’t.

“Fine,” I sigh dramatically. “Then somebody kiss me because there is tension in this room, and I need a kiss to happen.”

Dane huffs a laugh, stepping back as Luc raises an eyebrow, strolls over to the other side of my bed, and leans in to press a quick, teasing kiss to my lips.

I whine. “That’s it?”

“You’ll get more when you explain yourself,” he says with a low chuckle, brushing a lock of hair from my forehead. He picks up my left arm gingerly, looking down at the fingers in the cast, then back up at my face, softer now. “How are you feeling?”

He’s so close, too close, and somewhere in my woozy brain, I remember that he can’t know that I have tits, and that I shouldn’t sound like this.

Shit.

I pull the blanket up over my chest with my good hand and deepen my voice, but it comes out way too deep. “I’m fine.”

Mason huffs from the doorway. “You can drop the shit, Alaina.”