Page 112 of Twisted Trails
It pushes the fear back where it belongs, and I’mbrought back into the moment when Luc licks a hot, lazy line over my hipbone to my stomach, where he swirls his tongue into my navel, making me giggle in surprise. I flash Mason a sheepish smile, which seems to be contagious as his lips curl into a smile too. It’s so wide, a small dimple pops on his left side.
I want to bite that dimple.
Jesus. I sound like Luc.
Luc’s warmth leaves me, and I glance down to find him shimmying out of his shorts and shirt.
Fuck, he’s so hot.
Luc grins when he sees me staring at his naked body, then glances at Mason. “Your turn.”
I don’t get to watch Mason strip because Luc crawls over me and kisses me stupid, pressing me into the mattress as his tongue steals any coherent thought I might’ve had.
The bed dips, and I turn to look at Mason, but he’s already descending, kissing me without hesitation. I taste both of them on my tongue now, their flavors mixing, and I fucking love it. Nothing has ever been hotter than being pinned between two impossibly hot, unfairly talented, and naked pro riders.
I’m breathing hard, eyes flicking between them, trying to process this—them—when Mason locks eyes with Luc. Something wordless passes between them, and then Mason reaches out, grips Luc by the back of the neck, and drags him in for a kiss.
Rightabove me.
Fuck.
Luc grips Mason’s side and groans obscenely as their mouths crash, all teeth, hunger, and unspoken challenge. The sight is molten.
My thighs clench, and I writhe, trying to getcloser.
Correction. Nothing has ever been hotter thanthis.
Their breaths are ragged when they break the kiss, lips red and slightly swollen, and for a heartbeat, the only sound is our combined panting.
Luc looks down at me, eyes a little wild but still soft around the edges. “You okay?”
I grin. “Never been better.”
Mason huffs a soft laugh and brushes his nose against mine, then presses the gentlest kiss there. It makes something inside me curl, but before I can fully process it, Luc’s hand drifts down my thigh. I shiver at the touch, but he pauses when he finds the upper inner half of it already wet.
“Oh,Petite,” Luc murmurs teasingly. “You made a mess. Did our kisses make you this wet?”
Mason watches as Luc’s fingers slide down to my slit, his expression unreadable except for the intense focus in his eyes. When Luc dips inside me, my back arches off the bed.
Then he brings his glistening fingers up, smirking as he lifts them to his mouth to suck them clean, but Mason snatches his wrist, stopping him. My breath stutters as he pulls Luc’s forefinger to his mouth and licks it, his eyes locked on me the whole time.
My clit pulses with each flick of his tongue. I swear it does.
“You taste amazing,” Mason says before curling his hand around Luc’s neck and slamming their mouths together.
Holy fucking shit.
I never could have dreamed of this scenario when I decided to return to racing.
When they finally break apart, Luc kisses me hard without warning. I taste myself, I taste Mason, and I moan into his mouth, tastingus.
“So damn good,” Luc growls against my lips. “Can you taste yourself?”
Any answer I might give dissolves when he toys with my clit, circling it with just enough pressure to make my hips jerk. When he pinches lightly, I suck in a breath, and he chuckles smugly,the bastard.
“Mason’s never licked achattebefore. Think we can show him how it’s done?”
Mason’s lips are parted, eyes heavy, andGod, he looks hungry.
