Page 286 of Rogue Riders Duet

I grin, chest tingling like crazy, while Luc rests his chin on my shoulder. “She’s the best kind of trouble.”

Mason lowers himself on the edge of the bed, and Luc guides me to sit between them, the mattress dipping beneath our combined weight.

Mason’s hand comes to rest on my right thigh, and when Luc’s touches down on the other side, the heat inside me doubles. The weight of their palms makes me hyperaware that I’m between the two best, the hottest pro athletes in this sport, and I can have them both.

Fuck.

I’m in way over my head here.

Luc’s breath is warm as he brushes his lips against the side of my neck, and I tilt my head without thinking, offering him more. My gaze catches Mason’s just as Luc’s mouth presses against my throat.

The hunger in his eyes is enough to light me up from the inside again, and then Luc’s teeth sink into the curve of my neck, hard enough to make my toes curl. Mason surges forward and catches my gasp with his mouth, claiming my lips in another searing kiss.

“Merde,” Luc curses softly against my skin.

Mason pulls back and takes in every detail of what must be a dazed expression. Luc grips my chin, tilts my face toward him, and takes his turn, his kiss just as deep, just as claiming.

My body arches between them, but everything is tight under my binder. My nipples, my breaths, but it’s secondary to the need that pools low and hot, making me shiver. Mason’s fingertips slide under the hem of my shorts, while Luc continues to kiss me breathless. Then Mason’s lips find the other side of my neck, and he licks up the tendon there, making me break the kiss to gasp for air.

Luc chuckles, nipping at my jaw. “Oh, you like that, huh? Having us both?”

“Yes.” I let my head fall back, surrendering.

“Yeah?” Luc tugs at my shirt. “Prove it then, hmm?” I raise my arms, and he pulls my shirt over my head. When his gaze drops to my chest, his expression twists in irritation. “I fucking hate that thing,” he mutters, tugging lightly at the edge of my binder. “It needs to go.”

“How about you ask her if she wants to take it off for us?” Mason grabs my jaw and makes me look at him. “Can we?”

My throat works as I nod. “Yes.”

Luc’s lips graze my nape while his fingers find the small clasps at my ribs on one side. Mason mirrors him on the other, his knuckles brushing my skin as they work in tandem. One clasp. Two. Three.

Each one unhooks with a soft snap, and my chest rises and falls faster, harder. The binder loosens around me, and when Mason does the final one, undoing his work from earlier, I let out a shaky breath.

He pulls the fabric over my head, then kisses the corner of my mouth like a thank-you.

“There’s our girl.” Luc breathes against me, cupping my breasts. “Isn’t it crazy how she manages to hide them?”

Mason licks his lips as he zeroes in on my tits, watching Luc play with them. “They should never be hidden.”

Luc hums his agreement, then takes one of my nipples into his mouth. The warmth of his tongue and the scrape of his teeth feel too good, and I arch into him, feeding him more as I moan. He grins against my skin, sucking harder, making my hips buck.

“Don’t you want to help me here, Pretty Boy?” Luc teases Mason, running his fingers over my nipples. “Our girl has two perfect tits.”

Mason’s gaze flicks to me, and I nod, reaching up to cradle his cheek, guiding him to me. We kiss again, slower this time, then he takes over the kiss, setting the pace. It’s everything—hot and hungry—while Luc keeps working my nipples, and my body feels like it’s being pulled in two delicious directions.

I break the kiss, panting against his mouth. “Please touch me, kiss me, lick me. Do whatever you want with me.”

“You sure?” he asks, his voice gravelly low, but a sliver of insecurity shines behind the hunger in his eyes.

“I want you, Mason Payne. All of you, and you can have all of me.”

“Fuck, that’s hot.” Luc nips my nipple, sending a jolt through me. “But there’s a correction, bébé.” He glances at Mason, eyes gleaming. “He can have all of you so long as he shares.”

Mason glares at him playfully, then reaches for my right breast. He cups it, pushing it up slightly, and holds my gaze as his tongue flicks over my nipple. I cry out, arching into the contact.

Luc grins and dives back in, sucking the other nipple. They’re both on me now with lips, tongues, and teeth, and my hands tangle in their hair, clutching them close. They move in sync like they’ve done this a hundred times, like they know exactly how to unravel me.

And God, I am unraveling. Fast.