Page 369 of Rogue Riders Duet

She’s squirming, her body speaking in staccato breaths and soft moans, making music I’ve already memorized.

I wanted our first real time after the gondola to be sweet and slow. One of those nights you hold onto for the rest of your life. But this? It’s not the time for making love to her, showing her how much she means to me. Not when she’s like this, when she’s the one setting the tempo.

I know her rhythm better than anyone, on track, in wind, and in blood, and right now, she’s not playing soft.

My cock catches in the curve of her ass as I press in close. “I’m gonna fuck you…” I murmur against her neck, as close as the helmet allows, “… until you forget what your legs are for.”

She lets out a moan of a laugh, and I slide my fingers down to where she’s already soaked and waiting, but before I can do more, she grabs my wrist.

“No touching,” she pants. “Just fuck me.”

Jesus. This girl is going to be the end of me.

In front of us, Luc lets out a low, reverent, “Putain…”

Mason curses under his breath, too, maybe it’s “Bloody hell,” but he says it like a prayer.

With one smooth shift of my hips, I line up with her, but for just a few heartbeats, I shove my desperation aside.

Just to look. To feel everything about this.

This version of her, demanding and a little feral, is possibly the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

My restraint finally snaps, and I push into her.

Her head tips back on my shoulder on a gasp, and I grit my teeth against the surge of sensation.

So damn tight. Wet and perfect.

Just like the first time and every fantasy I’ve ever had of her wrapped around me. I start to move slowly, but after two slow pumps in and out of her, she groans and rolls her hips back into me, urging me to go harder.

I give her what she wants.

Thrust after thrust, I let go of sweet.

Alaina’s body moves like she was made for my cock. Every sound from her lips coils tighter around my entire being, making it harder to hold on, not to end this too soon. Just when I’m at the brink, she whips her head toward Mason, who’s still frozen at the edge of the bed beside Luc.

“Give me your helmet.”

It’s pure demand, and I clench my eyes shut at the sound, curling my toes against my looming orgasm.

I open them just as Mason holds his black helmet out to her, and she slides it onto her head.

My hands indent the skin on her hips as I grip her hard and thrust, only half paying attention as she moves her focus to Luc next.

“Strip him.”

Luc grins like Christmas came early.

Without a shred of hesitation, he steps behind Mason and peels off his jersey and chest guard, revealing dirt-streaked skin. Mason’s muscles twitch as Luc’s hands slide along them, gliding over Mason’s ribs and chest.

Luc unfastens Mason’s pants next, and Alaina nods her approval and then moans as I change my angle, using my thigh muscles to sink a little lower.

A reminder that she’s the one getting fucked, even if her attention keeps drifting to the show.

Luc just hums, clearly pleased with his work, when Mason is completely naked.

“Touch him,” she commands next, voice thick with heat.