Page 164 of Twisted Trails
Mason pops the button on my jeans, yanks the zipper down, and my cock springs free—eager, aching, already leaking—and nearly smacks him in the face. He doesn’t flinch, just lets it rest against his cheek.
I reach for Alaina, and she’s there in a heartbeat, mouth hot on mine, her fingers sliding into my hair. Mason starts stroking me, then licks a stripe up the underside that makes me moan into her lips.
She shudders, melting against me, and I break the kiss to gasp, “I need us all to have way fewer clothes on.”
Mason pulls back, lips slick and a little swollen. “This was just about sucking you off, not starting a fucking threesome before dinner.”
But Alaina looks as dazed as I feel, her lips kiss-bitten, and her cheeks flushed.
She glances down at Mason, who’s still holding me in his hand, and her breath catches. “I… I want you both.”
“Bonne réponse.”
“Okay, then.” Mason chuckles, hand squeezing once. “Seems like dinner can wait.”
His mouth wraps around me again, and I groan low in my chest, grabbing his shoulder and pushing my hips up, fucking his mouth gently.
I groan some more at the perfection that is my man’s mouth on me, but Alaina’s lips swallow the sound as I drag her into another kiss. My hands find the hem of her hoodie, and she lifts her arms without needing to be told. It comes off in a rush, followed by her shirt that’s clinging to her like it has a claim.
But I’m the only one allowed to claim her tonight.
Fine, maybe the guy who currently has mybitein his mouth is too.
Once her shirt is gone, she steps back with a smirk and starts working on her jeans, leaving me trembling from Mason’s mouth and panting from her taste. Mason pulls off me with one last twist of his tongue that makes my thighs twitch, then stands, dragging his shirt over his head. The hoodie he tossed me lies forgotten on the floor as his jeans follow.
I kick mine off, too, finally free.
Mason and I both look at Alaina, who’s standing there in just thebinder and boxers, her breath high in her chest, andfuck, she’s stunning.
He moves first, stepping behind her, guiding her backward until her spine presses against his chest. His mouth finds her neck, kissing just below her ear while I move in from the front, palms finding her hips.
Her eyes flutter closed as my fingers skim up to the edge of her binder.
“Let me,” I murmur, and she nods once.
I open it clasp by clasp, watching her body unwind with every breath. The moment it’s off, she shivers, but then her hands rise and cup her own breasts, pushing back against Mason’s cock with a teasing grind that pulls a curse from both of us.
Fuck, that woman is getting bolder each time I get her naked, and I love it.
Mason turns her head toward him, and his mouth crushes against hers, swallowing the soft cry she lets out, while I take her in completely. They take their fucking time, kissing like they’ve got nowhere else to be, like I’m not already half feral just watching them. So, I start kissing her collarbone, then lower, wrapping my lips around one nipple, and sucking just enough to make her tremble under my lips. I drag my tongue across it until she lets out the prettiest little whine straight into Mason’s mouth. He groans in response, one hand cupping her throat with that gentle dominance he does so fucking well, the other sliding down her stomach like he’s mapping her out by touch.
His fingers disappear beneath the waistband of her boxers, but they pause, and he lets out a short laugh. “Hard for us, Bambi?”
Before she can answer, he pulls Pierre out of her boxers with a dramatic flourish and chucks him over his shoulder. Helands somewhere across the room with a soft thud, making me chuckle.
Mason’s hand is back in her boxers, and my hand glides down, too, but I go lower to between her thighs. Two fingers slide under the fabric, past the heat, and right to where she’s already soaked for us.
When I ease a finger inside her, her whole body arches, and one hand grabs Mason’s bicep, the other wraps tight around my wrist, nails biting just enough to make me groan.
“Fuck,ma belle,” I whisper, licking slow circles around her nipple again while Mason starts working her clit. “You love when we team up, hmm?”
“I daydreamed about this when I was on meds in the hospital.”
“Did you now?” I snicker.
She doesn’t answer, but the way her hips roll says everything.
We’re all breath and skin now. Her in the middle, panting and moaning between our mouths as we kiss over her shoulder, trading taste and heat like it’s second nature.
