Page 262 of Rogue Riders Duet

“You’ve got some powdered sugar on your cheek, Bambi,” he murmurs, sounding amused.

I open my mouth to respond, but then, out of nowhere, Luc is behind Mason. He leans over, his breath hot against my cheek. “I’ve got that for you,” Luc murmurs, and then he licks me.

Right across the spot next to my mouth where Mason was looking, like I’m the last bite of dessert he refuses to let go to waste.

My breath catches—no, punches right out of my lungs—because Mason is still holding my chin, and I can’t look away from him while Luc’s tongue is on me.

Mason’s eyes go even darker, and my thighs press together instinctively, my whole body suddenly humming with awareness. Luc kisses the spot he just licked before stepping back with a wicked grin, but Mason doesn’t let go of me.

His gaze is still locked on mine, and I can’t breathe, can’t think, because they’re both looking at me now like I’m something they’re about to eat.

In the best way.

My bottom lip slips between my teeth out of reflex, because what the hell else am I supposed to do when my entire body just short-circuited?

Mason lifts his thumb and brushes it along my bottom lip. Then he presses just enough to pull it free from my teeth. My breath catches in my throat, and heat floods me while my nipples tighten under my hoodie, and I swear I can feel my heartbeat between my legs.

I shift slightly in my seat, trying to breathe, trying to think, but all I can focus on is the way Mason’s eyes linger on my mouth, and the fact that Luc is still watching with that devilish curve to his lips, like he knows.

My gaze flicks from Mason’s mouth to Luc’s and back again.

I’m so fucked.

Luc stretches behind Mason and smirks like he knows exactly what he just did to my body chemistry. “Come on, Mase, let’s do the dishes. The lady cooked.”

Piper raises a brow from across the table. “Yes, that’s literally the minimum.”

“I can help,” I say quickly, already moving to stand. “I didn’t cook⁠—”

Luc places a firm hand on my shoulder and pushes me right back into my seat. Then he presses a quick, warm kiss to my lips. It leaves a flutter in my chest even though it barely lasts a second.

“You rest. We’ve got this.”

He and Mason start clearing the table, passing plates and moving around each other like they’ve done this a dozen times, and I just sit there, watching.

Because holy hell.

They’re adorable.

I bet Mason doesn’t even realize he’s smiling, that small, rare curve of his mouth that slips out when Luc leans too close or nudges him with a hip. He blushes when Luc kisses his cheek, face flushing all the way to his ears, and he tries to brush it off with a mutter and a shoulder bump that makes Luc grin like he’s just won something.

It’s like watching two storms settle into each other’s orbit.

And it hits me, deep in the center of my chest, a slow, curling ache that’s equal parts want and need. I’m not jealous of Mason having this closeness with Luc, I’m jealous of what Luc gets from Mason. Those soft smiles, shy glances, and the way Mason relaxes into Luc’s touch without even seeming to realize he’s doing it.

I want that.

Not instead of Luc or anything else.

I just want all of it.

Everything Mason is giving, everything I’ve only gotten pieces of.

When the fuck did I get this selfish?

Piper nudges me with her elbow.

I blink, pulled back to earth. “What’s up?”