Page 216 of Twisted Trails
Mason groans as he pulls Luc tight by the hips and gives him three more deep, brutal thrusts before he shudders, too, finding his release with a low, drawn-out moan.
Then, we’re nothing more than panting, sweating, and shaking bodies.
“So,” Finn says, either a minute or an eternity later, flat on his back and voice bone-dry, “Youalwayscome early, huh, Delacroix?”
I snort, hand flying to my mouth, muffling the laugh thatbubbles up. Luc shoots me a withering glare, but it only makes it worse, and laughter tumbles past my fingers.
Mason grins, still braced behind Luc. “He doesn’t always. Just when it’s really,reallygood.” He kisses the back of Luc’s neck. “Right, baby?”
Luc doesn’t even pretend to deny it. “I wanna see how long you last with your cock in herchatteand your ass full of Mason.”
Finn groans dramatically. “Hard pass on the dick in the ass, thanks.” He kisses my shoulder softly, and I melt back against his chest, still catching my breath, limbs loose and trembling.
Luc pulls out of me with a groan, probably because Mason did the same to him, and the loss makes me whimper in protest, despite how satisfied I am.
“Coward.” Luc flops down on the mattress beside us with all the grace of a dying man. “I didn’t know I liked it either until I tried.”
Finn lifts his head and glares. “Having a full gang bangon top of meas astraight manisanythingbutbeing a coward.”
I can’t help but laugh again, rolling off him with a hiss, only to curl into his side, pressing a lazy kiss to his lips. “You’resobrave.”
Luc scoffs into the sheets. “Yeah, Greer. Carrying this team on your old-man back. We salute you.”
“Delacroix,” Finn growls in warning, but he’s grinning.
“What? Gonna punish me, coach?” Luc teases.
Finn grunts. “No. I’d make Payne do it.”
Mason pauses on his way to the bathroom and glances over his shoulder. “I’m getting something to clean them up. Then I’ll consider it.”
I lie there between them, every nerve in my body still humming, my heart finally quiet. Their voices keep drifting,Finn’s growl, Luc’s smug deflection, the sound of the bathroom door squeaking, normal, beautiful, and chaotic.
The perfect kind of noise.
Luc and I share a glance, and I swear his soft smile says he heard my thought and agrees with me.
“Anything can be a dream if it’s small enough.”
His words from months ago drift into the dizziness of my brain.
I didn’t understand it then, but I do now.
I don’t have to chase the whole sky.
I can just lie here, wrapped in heat, laughter, and love, and know this little dream is real.
And safe.
And entirely mine.
EPILOGUE PART TWO
ONE AND A HALF YEARS LATER
Alaina
Hiccup.
