Page 82 of Twisted Trails
“She told me.” Mason shrugs. “Back when you two were butting heads over her.”
Holy shit.I mean, I knew they were somewhat close, but this level of trust?
Maybe this will be easier than I thought.
“Okay,” I say, trying to keep my voice level. “So, I told her that I get it. That I’m into you too. And?—”
Mason stills. “You are?”
I step closer, letting my hand drift up to his jaw, my thumb brushing his bottom lip like I’ve wanted to do since Leogang. “Wasn’t that obvious by now?”
“Nothing is obvious when it comes to you, maniac,” he breathes out, making me chuckle. “You sure?”
I tip his face toward mine. “She said I can have you both, ifyou’reokay with that.”
Mason glances toward the track. Alaina is tearing up the trail like a wildfire, nothing but a blur.
“Yeah.” He swallows once, then again, slower. “Yeah, I think I am.”
“You can think about it more if you—” I start, but then his hand is in my hair, his other gripping my hoodie, andfuck, he pulls me down into a kiss that’s nothing like the shy hesitation from earlier.
It’sdominant.
His mouth claims mine like it’s been waiting for permission, and now that he has it, he’s not asking twice. I let out a stunned sound, not even a full breath, just a noise, because he’s taking and giving, andholy hell, it’s hot.
He pulls back, lips flushed. “I don’t need to think about it. I know what I want.”
Then he slips his helmet on in one smooth motion, throws a leg over the second bike, and without another word, he’s gone, roaring after Alaina.
I just stand there, flabbergasted, one hand half-raised to my mouth.
“Merde.”
My lips are still tingling, my brain short-circuited, and my dick, well, let’s just say it’s filing complaints about missed opportunities.
Thatkiss was astatement. Aclaim.
Mason kissed me like he was done playing it safe and decided to crash straight through my defenses with no brakes at full throttle.
And I fucking loved it.
I run a hand down my face, trying to center myself. It doesn’t work. I’m still buzzing. Still hard. Still imagining how Mason’s hands would feel if they weren’t wrapped around handlebars but wrapped aroundme. I thought I’d be the one with the upper hand, butmerde, I think I just got leveled.
Alaina comes back to me, pulling me out of my stupor, the bike humming as she eases it to a stop. Her leg swings off like she’s done it a hundred times before, and she rips off her helmet, revealing her flushed cheeks and bright eyes, but there’s a crease of frustration in her brow.
“You guys were right. It’s harder with just two fingers. The throttle, the grip, all of it. I think I’d rather stop here.”
I step toward her, grinning while taking the bike over from her. “Look at you. Making rational decisions.”
She raises an eyebrow as she hands me the helmet. “Coming from you, that’s wild.”
“Touché.” I wrap an arm around the back of her neck, tug her in close, and press my nose against the curve where her throat meets her shoulder. She smells like lavender and the sharp bite of dust. I breathe her in deep, let my mouth graze her neck, then bite. Just a little.
“Luc.” She gasps, half a laugh, half a warning. “Stop it.”
“I can’t,” I murmur against her skin, nibbling up toward her ear. “I’m so fucking happy.”
She stills, then leans back to look me in the eye. “You are?”
