Page 209 of Twisted Trails
“You both are.” Luc smirks over my head, then leans in and kisses Mason just as hungrily.
I can feel Mason getting hard behind me, and that is something I candefinitely process,so I grind my ass against him while the French menace kisses him.
Luc breaks the kiss with a low chuckle. “Did I just make you hard, Pretty Boy?”
Mason growls. “You makeeverythingin my life hard.”
Finn groans behind us and turns toward the kitchen. “I’m finally going to make some damn eggs. You degenerates need protein.”
I reach out from my man sandwich and catch his arm before he can escape. “Don’t go.”
He glances back at me, surprised.
“I’m feeling…” I breathe out, the bodies grinding and groping on either side of me actually helping sort my emotions. “Ecstatic.”
Luc’s eyebrows rise. “Ooh.Ecstatic,huh? What should wedowith that,bébé?”
Mason’s answering murmur is low. “I know what I’d do with it.”
Finn levels a look at us. “You’re still healing.”
“I’m not,” I say, tugging him a little closer. “I feel good. I’ve been feeling good. You said when I was ready, when I felt better, we’d try it.”
Luc grins. “Yeah, when if not now? We’re doing nextseason all together, after all.” He winks. “So we shoulddo itall together.”
Finn groans. “That’s not something youjust do. We need prep, and?—”
“We’re gonna prep them,” Mason cuts him off. “You’re gonna stretch her pretty ass, and I’ll stretch his. We’ll make sure they’re good. That they’reenjoyingit, Greer. I’ve got you, and we’ve got them.”
“Fine.” Finn exhales, resigned, making Luc and me squeal in unison.
By his tone, you’d think he was agreeing to filing our taxes jointly instead of a gang bang.
Before I can say another word, Luc scoops me up like a sack of joy and throws me over his shoulder. I squeak, laughing as he smacks my thigh.
“Be careful with her,” Mason warns, but there’s no real heat in it. He reaches into Luc’s hood and gently pulls out Toulouse and Bristol, carrying them over to the giant rat palace in the corner of the living room.
As Luc starts toward the hallway, I stretch my arm back, fingers brushing Finn’s.
“Come on,” I say, eyes locked on his. “Please.”
Finn sighs again, but his hand finds mine, and we make our way down the hallway toward my bedroom.
Luc kicks open the door with dramatic flair, but is gentle as he lowers me onto the bed, his eyes full of fire when he steps back and takes me in.
Mason and Finn step up beside him, and all three of them watch me like they’d do anything to be the first to pounce on me.
Luc grins and tips his head. “Clothes off,bébé. Now.”
I arch a brow, playing coy even though my skin is already humming. “No,please? No flowers or romantic soundtrack?”
His eyes gleam, his voice a growl. “You want a soundtrack? I’ll moan for you. Loud enough to make the neighbors complain.”
“Drop the attitude or drop your panties, Alaina. I don’t have time for both.”
My gaze snaps to Finn, mouth dropping open.
Oh.
