Page 246 of Rogue Riders Duet

Not because I think I should or because he expects it, but because I trust him, and this feels right.

This is mine to choose.

“Luc…” I pant against his mouth. “I want to try. You said we can stop if it doesn’t feel good, right?”

“Yes, we can stop anytime.” Luc’s hips still move up and down, pushing and pulling back in my grip. “You just say the word, and I’ll stop. I promise.”

I nod, and he presses one finger inside me slowly, groaning when it sinks in fully. The stretch makes me gasp, and his hand goes from the top of mine over his cock to cup my cheek, steadying me.

“Shh,” he soothes, his lips grazing mine as his thumb circles my clit, making me shudder. “I know, bébé, I know.”

Then a second finger joins the first, and I suck in a sharp breath. It burns a little, but it’s also amazing. I shift my hips experimentally, almost copying him. It feels good. Full. And soon enough, I strain for him, for more, and he reads it, slipping in a third finger.

I whimper at the stretch, and he stills, his eyes locked on mine.

“Does it still feel good?” he asks softly.

I nod, my voice catching before I can get the words out. “Yeah, it does.”

He withdraws slowly and reaches for his bag beside the blanket, rummaging one-handed until he finds a foil packet. He tears it open with his teeth, and a shiver races down my spine when he purses his mouth and blows the torn packet away.

Before he can roll it on, I touch his wrist. “Luc, I can’t get pregnant.”

He stills, eyes meeting mine. “Because of the crash?”

I nod, my throat tight. “I’m sorry, I didn’t want to ruin the mood⁠—”

“Don’t be sorry,” he says easily, but he keeps stroking my clit with his thumb, making it hard to think. “I’m just sorry you had to go through that. Did Greer not use one?”

“No.” My face heats. “He didn’t. I didn’t think…”

“That’s not on you.” Luc kisses the corner of my mouth, then lower, across my jaw. “But I’m not risking you before I know for sure.” I’m back to squirming, desperate under his touch. “We’re getting tested tomorrow, after your appointment, okay?” he murmurs, nosing at my neck, teeth grazing my skin. “So I can slide into that perfect little chatte raw as soon as possible.”

The words, the thought, have me convulsing in his arms.

“Luc,” I gasp, breathless.

He grins, pleased with himself, and finally rolls the condom down his cock, hand glistening under the moonlight from where his fingers had been inside me.

“But for now, we’ve got better things to do.” He strokes himself, eyes locked on mine as the thick head of his cock glides through my wetness, teasing me so good.

He taps his cock softly against my clit once, twice, a third time, each one drawing a pulse of pleasure that makes my breath hitch.

“What are you doing?” I question, my heart stammering when he doesn’t make a move to slide inside me.

“I’m knocking,” he says with a cocky grin. “I got told I have to ask first if I can come in. So can I?”

I roll my eyes with a laugh and push at his face. “Idiot.”

“You love it,” he murmurs, and before I can argue or tense up again, he starts to push in slowly, watching me the whole time.

I gasp at the intense stretch, and it’s somehow too much and not enough all at once.

He groans as his head falls back, his eyes closing in ecstasy. “Putain, you feel like heaven.”

I dig my nails into his arms as he leans down and kisses me again. His hands frame my face as he sinks into me inch by inch, his forehead pressed to mine, our breaths tangled. There’s a sting, pressure, a stretch that makes my breath hitch, but it’s not as bad as it was with Finn, and I don’t want to stop when he’s looking at me like I’m his gravity.

“You okay?” he whispers, barely moving.