Page 287 of Rogue Riders Duet

Every tug of their mouths sends sparks down my spine, straight to the ache between my legs. I’m flushed, panting, soaked, and absolutely wrecked in the best way. I need one of them to move lower, for him to do to my pussy what they’re doing to my nipples right now.

No, why just one? Why not both?

The thought makes a whimper escape me as heat coils tighter in my core.

“Guys…” I moan, sounding needy even to my ears as I buck against nothing. “Please…”

Luc pops off my nipple with a smirk, then guides me down slowly onto my back. His mouth follows the curve of my body, tracing it like a map he already knows by heart, all confidence in his touch. Mason’s mouth is still hot on my breast, lips wrapped around one nipple while his thumb brushes the other.

Luc’s teeth nip the skin at my hip, and my heart skips as his hands hook into the waistband of my shorts. It’s happening. I lift my hips automatically, and he peels them down with maddening slowness, stripping me bare between them.

I look down the length of my naked body, wanting to see his shit-eating grin, but my eyes catch on the scar on my hip.

My gaze flicks to Mason instead.

He hasn’t seen all of them yet.

Sucking in a panicked breath, I freeze, waiting for what he’ll do. His gaze sweeps over me, but there’s only a beat of stillness before his eyes darken with heat.

No pity or hesitation. Just want.

It pushes the fear back where it belongs, and I’m brought 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.

Right above 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 get closer.

Correction. Nothing has ever been hotter than this.

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?”