Page 384 of Rogue Riders Duet

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 we do with 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 next season all together, after all.” He winks. “So we should do it all together.”

Finn groans. “That’s not something you just 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’re enjoying it, 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.

Oh fuck.

The command in his voice sends a surge of heat through me, and my thighs press together on instinct, trying to contain the pulsing ache.

“Yes, sir,” I whisper breathlessly, already tugging at the hem of my shirt.

Luc laughs, and Mason traces every inch of skin I reveal, but Finn doesn’t even blink. His stare is locked on me, heavy with want and restraint, like he’s cataloging every detail that will haunt him later.

I peel my shirt over my head and drop it to the floor, the cool air kissing my bare chest, nipples pebbling instantly, and I swear I can feel their eyes like soft touches.