Page 292 of Rogue Riders Duet

It’s messy. Wet.

And fucking perfect.

When our tongues meet mid-lick over Luc’s flushed, leaking tip, we end up kissing around him, and Luc spurs us on with a wanton moan and the rise of his hips.

He’s trembling now, one hand tangled in my hair, the other buried in Mason’s. I know how he feels now, having two people worship him. His hips buck once, then again, and I feel him pulsing. Still, we keep going, kissing and licking, drawing it out until he’s cursing in French.

“Stop.” Luc stiffens. “I’m gonna come. I’m gonna…”

Just in time, Mason pulls me back, and Luc’s release hits his hand that’s still wrapped around our Frenchman’s cock.

Mason eyes the cum all over his knuckles, then licks it from his fingers. I curl my fingers around his wrist and steal a taste, too, licking the rest from his skin, making both guys groan.

“What?” I look between them. “You did the same with my… stuff.”

“You’re so fucking dirty, and you don’t even know it.” Luc is still panting. “It’s so damn hot.”

Mason kisses my temple before getting up from the bed. “I’ll grab something to clean up.”

“You okay, bébé? Was that too much?” Luc gathers me close and kisses the top of my head.

I melt into him, still warm and sticky. “It was perfect.”

Mason returns, and the care in his hands is so gentle, I melt even further. He helps me clean up his cum from between my legs first, then takes a clean cloth and wipes Luc down, too, his brow is deep in thought.

“Petite said she’s fine.” Luc grins, making Mason look up at him questioningly. “I can hear you overthinking from here, Pretty Boy.”

Mason finally settles down beside Luc, and I reach out instinctively, lacing my fingers with his.

“It’s true,” I whisper. “I very much enjoyed it. It was amazing, and I’d love to repeat it soon. I mean, if you guys want that too.”

Luc arches an eyebrow and glances at Mason, who remains quiet, clearly still processing everything. Instead of pushing further, Luc simply strokes my back. The quiet isn’t awkward or heavy but peaceful, filled with soft breaths and the warmth of tangled limbs. For once, I don’t want to analyze it to death or break it before it breaks me. I just want to stay.

Mason’s thumb drags over mine, like he’s asking something he doesn’t have the words for. I squeeze back, my answer without a single syllable.

I told him that I want him, and he said he wants me back.

It feels like I belong here with them.

Maybe that won’t last, and Mason will change his mind. He still didn’t say whether he wants to repeat this. Maybe this thing between the three of us exists only in this moment, wrapped in sweat-damp sheets and tender kisses. But hell, I’ll take it.

Every second, every brush of skin, every quiet moment where we all just exist without the world clawing at us.

I press a soft kiss to Luc’s chest, tightening my fingers around Mason’s hand, and allow myself to drift.

Not safe.

Not certain.

But held together.

TWENTY-ONE

I shove open the bus door and hop down onto the gravel with a crunch.

My head is still swirling with the things I spilled to my therapist this morning. Talking about the pain from the last seven years hasn’t gotten easier, but the weight has already shifted enough for me to breathe without feeling like I’m about to crack in two. I’m hopeful for the future if I’m already feeling this much better about it.

My phone buzzes in my pocket, and when I check it, a small smile tugs at my mouth.