Page 285 of Rogue Riders Duet

I whip the dick at his face, but he catches it effortlessly, kisses the tip, and tosses it onto the bed.

“Don’t you want to thank me? Now you don’t have to stuff socks down your boxers anymore. And, honestly? That shit drives me too fucking crazy.”

Mason’s eyes widen as he looks at me and then my crotch. “You’ve got a sock in your boxers?”

“Yeah,” Luc answers for me with zero shame. “Hot as fuck, right?”

Mason steps toward me, and his voice drops a register as he asks, “You’re wearing it right now?”

I nod, caught in his trance, cheeks heating.

He tilts his head, his expression unreadable. “Show me.”

His command is so strong that I slide my hand into the front of my shorts. They both hiss at the same time, and I pull out the balled-up socks and hold them up like a guilty confession.

“I have no idea why either of you thinks this is hot,” I mutter.

“I don’t know.” Luc grins. “Maybe the fact that when you’re walking around, those socks are rubbing up and down your slit, teasing your clit⁠—”

I slap the sock over his mouth. “Stop it right the fuck now.”

Mason chokes on a laugh, then rakes his hand through his hair.

Luc inhales deeply, then bites my finger. I jump, dropping my hand. “Why? Because of Mason? Oh, ma Petite, you two are trying so hard not to be honest with yourselves, but everyone else sees it. Or at least I do. He’s just as hard right now as I am.”

He tugs the socks from my hand and throws them at Mason, who catches them with a glare. “Can you fucking stop pressuring her into doing anything with me?”

“I’m not pressuring anyone. I’m just saying what’s already true.” Luc’s eyes find mine again. “You want him, don’t you? Just as much as you want Greer and me.”

I swallow hard, feeling like I’ve been caught doing something wrong. I close my eyes and take a breath, then another. Luc cups my cheek, his lips brushing my ear.

“It’s okay if you want him,” he murmurs. “I want him, too, and I want you to want each other. I want us, you, me, and Mase, together. Not just in bed, but hell, the thought of us in bed, tous ensemble, does it not make you wet?”

He cups me through my shorts, and I gasp as my hips jerk, making him chuckle.

“Be a good girl,” Luc whispers. “Tell Mason how much you want him. Be honest with yourself, and with us, and maybe there’ll be a reward if you do.”

He turns me so my back is against his chest, wrapping his arms around my shoulders and holding me close. Mason is right in front of me, eyes flicking between mine.

He grasps my chin between his thumb and forefinger with a softness that contrasts the tension zipping between us. “That so?”

“Yes,” I answer honestly, just like Luc asked. “I want you, Mason.”

“Fuck.” His throat works around a swallow. “And I want you more.”

My eyes flutter closed as Mason’s lips ghost over mine, giving me one last breath of space to pull away, but I don’t. I lean in.

My hand slides up his chest and fists his shirt, pulling him closer to me.

That’s all it takes.

His restraint snaps with a groan. Gripping my hips, he pulls me into him harder, and his lips move against mine like he’s memorized every curve of my mouth already. His teeth catch my bottom lip, tugging just enough to make me gasp before he sucks it between his own.

It’s not just hot. It’s intimate, familiar. As if through every glance that lasted a second too long, we both knew we’d eventually end up here.

Luc hums behind me, clearly enjoying himself, but he doesn’t interrupt. Not until Mason breaks the kiss with one last flick of his tongue, then pulls back to look at me, eyes darker and breath ragged.

“Fucking hell,” he whispers. “You taste like trouble.”