Page 167 of Twisted Trails
“F-fuck.” My balls pull tight, and a raw moan tears from my throat as I come hard, spilling over both their hands, hot streaks splashing across Alaina’s stomach.
Mason groans loudly into her neck, his hips jerking once, twice, then going still, his whole body trembling.
My hips stutter, another pulse ripping through me before I collapse forward, catching myself on her other shoulder, my breath coming in jagged gasps.
Sweat drips down my spine, and my hands on her hips are trembling.
Mon Dieu.
After a few more deep breaths, I glance toward the window and catch Finn’s reflection before I catch him.
He looks like a man starving on the edge of a feast, andsacré cœur, I think he’d let himself starve just to watch her come undone.
Good. He gets it now.
She’s not just ours to touch,she’s ours to worship.
Alaina is still panting, her lips parted, her thighs sticky and trembling, and Mason is still inside her, but those heavy-lidded brown eyes are restingonlyon Finn.
Well, that won’t take much longer.
I kissmyman over her shoulder, and he hums low, making my cock twitch even as he starts to soften, and when he finally pulls out of her, she moans softly at the loss, hips shifting like she wants him back.
I cup her chin and guide her mouth to mine, giving her something to hold onto as her body adjusts. She melts into me, her hand finding my chest.
When I pull back, I turn to Greer, letting my grin spread. “We’re gonna clean up and put on some clothes,” I say, eyes dropping pointedly to the tent in his jeans. “How about you go take care of that?”
He blinks, jaw ticking once, but he nods.
“Let’s meet outside in twenty?” I add, raising a brow.
Another nod, then he moves to the door, and I jump off the bed and follow him, stepping in close just before he reaches the handle.
“You did well,” I murmur so only he can hear me. “I hope you’re ready to join in soon.”
“I told you I’m all-in.” Finn glares at me. “But I want onlyher.”
“Good. Touchhim, and this time I’ll be the one breaking your nose,mon ami.”
Finn gives me a long look, but then nods once, opens the door, and leaves without another word.
I shut it behind him and turn back to the bed. Mason is holding Alaina now, his arms around her middle, his lips pressed to her temple like the world outside doesn’t matter.She’s still catching her breath, but her eyes flutter open at his touch.
“Come on, Bambi. Let’s wash up. I’m fucking starving.”
I smirk, grabbing a towel off the dresser and tossing it toward them. “First dinner. Then round two.”
Alaina groans. “You’re insatiable.”
And I am.
But only for them.
Always for them.
CHAPTER THIRTY
Alaina
