Page 109 of Twisted Trails
“Yes,” Luc mutters, a pink sheen on his cheeks. “I didn’t buy it to use it withyou, so don’t get all excited.”
Mason snorts, but my heart jumps as I look between them.
Fuck.The thought of them.
Focus, Crews.
“So, no dildo for me. What is it then?”
Luc pulls something else from the box. Also silicone, but more realistic in shape and color, and still afreaking penis. He hands it to me, and for some reason, I take it.
“What…” I squeeze the cock on instinct but then force my hand to stop. “What is this, Luc?”
“That,ma Petite, is your new cock. A pecker.”
My hand squeezes again, making the dick twitch. “A what?”
“A pecker.” Luc is clearly enjoying himself. “Pierre.”
I blink. “Who?”
“Pierre,” he repeats, deadpan. “Your co-captain. Your undercover accomplice. The little rogue riding shotgun in your bike pants.”
I snort so hard it hurts. “You didnotname a piece of silicone Pierre.”
What kind of fever dream is this?
Luc’s grin goes wide. “He insisted. Whispered it to me when I unpacked him. He’s got presence.”
“Pierre,” Mason mutters from beside me. “He looks more like a Bruce or a Chad.”
Luc gasps. “Bruce has never known foreplay, and Chad thinks body spray counts as cologne. But Pierre’s gotswagger. He has been places.”
“Pierre has trauma,” I mutter, staring at the floppy shaft.
“Exactly.” Luc winks at me. “And yet, herises.”
I whip the dick at his face, but he catches it effortlessly, kisses the tip, and tosses it onto the bed.
“Don’t you want to thank me? Now you don’t have to stuff socks down your boxers anymore. And, honestly? That shit drives me too fucking crazy.”
Mason’s eyes widen as he looks at me and then my crotch. “You’ve got a sock in your boxers?”
“Yeah,” Luc answers for me with zero shame. “Hot as fuck, right?”
Mason steps toward me, and his voice drops a register as he asks, “You’re wearing it right now?”
I nod, caught in his trance, cheeks heating.
He tilts his head, his expression unreadable. “Show me.”
His command is so strong that I slide my hand into the front of my shorts. They both hiss at the same time, and I pull out the balled-up socks and hold them up like a guilty confession.
“I have no idea why either of you thinks this is hot,” I mutter.
“I don’t know.” Luc grins. “Maybe the fact that when you’re walking around, those socks are rubbing up and down your slit, teasing your clit?—”
I slap the sock over his mouth. “Stop itright the fuck now.”
