Page 111 of Twisted Trails
“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 softsnap, 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 feeltoo 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 hastwoperfect 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’severything—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, andmy 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, Iamunraveling. Fast.
Every tug of their mouths sends sparks down my spine, straight to the ache between my legs. I’m flushed, panting, soaked, and absolutely wrecked in the best way. I need one of them to movelower,for him to do to my pussy what they’re doing to my nipples right now.
No, why just one? Why notboth?
The thought makes a whimper escape me as heat coils tighter in my core.
“Guys…” I moan, sounding needy even to my ears as I buck against nothing. “Please…”
Luc pops off my nipple with a smirk, then guides me down slowly onto my back. His mouth follows the curve of my body, tracing it like a map he already knows by heart, all confidence in his touch. Mason’s mouth is still hot on my breast, lips wrapped around one nipple while his thumb brushes the other.
Luc’s teeth nip the skin at my hip, and my heart skips as his hands hook into the waistband of my shorts.It’s happening.I lift my hips automatically, and he peels them down with maddening slowness, stripping me bare between them.
I look down the length of my naked body, wanting to see his shit-eating grin, but my eyes catch on the scar on my hip.
My gaze flicks to Mason instead.
Hehasn’t seen all of them yet.
Sucking in a panicked breath, I freeze, waiting for what he’ll do. His gaze sweeps over me, but there’s only a beat of stillness before his eyes darken with heat.
No pity or hesitation. Justwant.
