Page 81 of Twisted Trails
So I’ll have no problem trusting him with my ass too.
Way too quickly, we arrive at the track. I park the van on the edge, kill the engine, and we all pile out. The air is dry, the earth damp and solid, and I can already smell the adrenaline.
We unload the motocross bikes, and Mason checks them again because,of course, he does.
“Come on, Payne,” Alaina teases. “Let’s get moving.”
Mason smirks but doesn’t rush. Finally satisfied, he swings one leg confidently over the bike, settling into position. “You sure you can handle this?”
Without hesitation, Alaina steps closer, swings her leg effortlessly over, and parks herself right in front of him like she owns it.And him. Feet on the stand, hips tilted just enough, her ass pressing flush to his waist like she’s daring him to hold on.
“See?” she throws over her shoulder. “I can handle myself just fine.”
Payne’s hands come up and settle on her hips, thumbs grazing the waistband of her pants like it’s muscle memory, his gaze glued to her ass.
I lick my bottom lip, watching the whole thing like it’s my personal cinema screening. Mason is pretending to behave, but I see the way his cheeks pinken and his fingers tighten, just slightly.
Possessive little thing.
Fuck, they’re hot.
So hot I don’t even try to pretend I’m unaffected as I yell, “You guys look hot as fuck.”
Mason flinches like he forgot I was there, mutters something under his breath, and slides off the bike to give her space.
Thesecond she’s seated properly, Alaina reaches for the helmet, pulls it on, guns the throttle once, and shoots off, making the tires spit gravel in her wake.
I step up next to Payne, whose eyes are still on the trail where she disappeared. His jaw is tight, and I just know he’s thinking way too hard. So I wrap my arms around his waist from behind, chin resting on his shoulder.
“She does that to you, too, huh? Sets your blood on fire.”
He doesn’t answer.
“You good?” I murmur into the space between his neck and shoulder.
“Yeah,” he says quietly, leaning back just enough to let me know it’s okay. “You good too?”
“I so am.” I pause, tracking her line across the ridge. “We’re together now.”
He eases out of my arms, brows knitting as he stares at the dirt near his boots. “I understand.”
“No, you don’t.” I step in front of him and nudge his chin up so he looks at me. “I want to be with you too.”
That makes his brow pull tighter. “Luc, I will not compete with her, and I won’t take you away from her.”
“You don’t have to,” I say softly.
“What are you even saying?”
“She said I can have you both.”
His eyes snap wide. “She did?”
“Yeah. She said…” I scratch the back of my neck, feeling a little awkward now. “Well, she’s into Greer too.”
“I know.”
“You know?”
