Page 402 of Rogue Riders Duet

If this isn’t a prize, I don’t know what is.

A pillow is jammed under Mason’s hips, another under his head. His shoulders are tight, his arms are folded, and his knuckles are white.

I know he hears us, but he doesn’t move, muttering into the pillow, “If anyone laughs, I swear to God, I’ll bite you.”

Luc kneels beside him and leans down, pressing a soft kiss between Mason’s shoulder blades. “You’re perfect, Pretty Boy. Relax. We’ve got you.”

Finn leans against the wall on the other side of the bed, arms crossed, his towel slung low on his hips. “So this is what the kids are doing instead of napping.”

Luc shoots him a look, one brow arched and mischief sharpening his eyes. “You’re next, old man.”

Finn snorts. “I’m so not.”

Dropping my towel, I crawl onto the bed, naked, droplets of water still clinging to my skin. Mason’s breath hitches when the mattress dips. I slide my palms up the long slope of his back, admiring his muscled frame and noting the tension, his skin hot under my hands.

“Hey,” I whisper, leaning over him so my breasts brush his spine. “Look at me.”

He turns his head. His cheeks are flushed, and his dark eyes a little wild. I kiss him slowly and softly, until the stiffness in his shoulders starts to melt.

“You’re safe,” I say against his mouth before sitting up. “We stop the second you say stop. No jokes, no pressure. Bet be dammned.”

“As if any of you could make me do something I didn’t already want,” he mutters in response.

Oh?

Luc’s hand joins mine on Mason’s back, tracing lazy circles. “Remember when I was the nervous virgin? You were so gentle with me. Let us be gentle with you.”

Mason huffs a laugh that shakes his ribs. “You cried.”

“Happy tears,” Luc corrects. “Best orgasm of my life. You’re about to top it.”

“Breathe, Payne. In through the nose, out through the mouth. Like before a start gate,” Finn comments from the side, all team manager mode.

The fact that Mason even lets him be here, when that bet was between Luc, Mason, and me, shows how much of a team we’ve become.

Mason obeys, eyes fluttering shut. Reaching for the lube and the pink dildo, I take my time warming them between my palms. Eight inches of silicone, maybe nine if you count the flared base. It’s tapered just right at the tip and slightly curved. I kneel between Mason’s thighs, and my pulse kicks up hard again, part nerves, part hunger, because seeing him open like this, trusting like this, is a heady feeling.

And he’s only giving it to me.

Luc scoots in close, kissing Mason’s temple, whispering in French, filthy praise and nonsense that makes his ears go red. The sound goes straight to my core, too.

I drizzle lube over my fingers, spread Mason’s thighs wider. He’s already slick—Luc wasn’t kidding about prep. I slide one finger in slow, watching his back arch, hearing the soft catch in his throat.

“Good?” I ask, even though I can feel the answer in the way he clenches around me.

“Fuck. Yeah.” His voice cracks, and the sound hits me like a touch.

I add a second finger, scissoring gently, crooking until I find the spot that makes his hips jerk. Luc swallows the moan with a kiss and threads his fingers through Mason’s hair, and something in me tightens at the sight—my boys taking care of each other.

I take my time. Three fingers, slow twist, curl, drag, feeling him trying to hold himself together. My body answers with a shiver every time his shudders. And each time Mason tenses, Luc kisses it away, and when he pushes back, I give him more.

His trust in us heightens the experience to another level.

Once he’s rocking into my hand with a steady rhythm, breath ragged, I pull my fingers out and slick the dildo.

“Ready?” I murmur, licking my lips. My heartbeat pulses hard between my legs, so sharp it makes me sway.

“God, yes.” He nods into the pillow. “Please, do it already.”