Page 372 of Rogue Riders Duet

Mason is the first to pull off his helmet, stealing a quick kiss from her lips before muttering something about a washcloth as he walks away. Luc strips his off, too, leaning down to press a kiss to her cheek.

“That…” he says, breathlessly, “… was everything. We’re doing that again. Helmets and all. Often.”

“Deal.” Alaina’s laugh turns almost shy, all that confident fire curling into something sweeter.

I take my helmet off last and set it aside, then crawl over her body and catch her chin between my fingers. Her eyes are full of adoration before I tilt up her face to mine to kiss her softly.

“That was so hot, baby girl,” I murmur against her lips. “But next time, I’m not letting you stop me from eating you out.” I kiss her again because I can. “I still haven’t tasted you.”

Mason returns with a damp cloth and nudges me aside so he can clean her. “You’re missing out,” he says without looking up, running the cloth over her breasts, smirking when she moans low in her throat. “She tastes amazing.”

Luc appears with a bottle of water and a grin. “I bet I could make her come faster than both of you.”

“This isn’t a fucking race,” I mutter.

“Yeah,” Mason adds. “We should always take our time with her.”

Alaina pouts, still sprawled across the bed. “I am right here, you know.”

I chuckle, but Luc just shrugs and goes on as if he didn’t hear her. “Sure, under normal circumstances. But one day, we have to make it a competition, like for her birthday. Who gets her off the fastest.”

Alaina hums, eyes fluttering closed. “That actually sounds kind of amazing.”

“Not fair.” Mason scoffs. “First and third take longer than second.”

Luc smirks. “Then you go second, Payne au chocolat, and I’ll still beat you.”

I bark a laugh and steal the bottle of water from Luc, who clearly forgot he was holding it. Alaina is still lying there, completely blissed out, as I press the cold bottle to her cheek.

She sighs like it’s the best thing she’s ever felt, rubbing her face on it. “Mmm.”

“Don’t just rub yourself on it,” I say with a snicker, brushing my palm across her burning forehead. “You need to drink something.”

“I will.” Her voice is barely a whisper. “In a minute.”

I twist the cap off. “Open your mouth.”

She does, and I take a sip, lean over, and let the cool water pour from my mouth to hers. She swallows it, then pulls me in by the back of my neck for a kiss that’s slow, warm, and lazy, and every part of me hums.

Luc inserts himself between us and then kisses Alaina, muttering something into her ear that makes her giggle. Mason watches them with contentment, a warmth that he doesn’t hide when his eyes meet mine.

We all snuggle in beside her, around her, and bask in the togetherness.

The rightness.

If this is the future she planned for us?

I’m all fucking in.

THIRTY-FIVE

The last run. The final shot.

I feel every race living in my bones, and standing at the top of Snowshoe, I know they’ve all come down to this.

The wind up here cuts through the pads like it knows it’s the end of the season as I shift on my feet and flex my hands inside my gloves, trying not to think about how close the points are. How one crash could blow it, but one clean line could win it all. Luc paces like a caged animal beside me, and Otis is buzzing so hard I can feel it through the dirt.

He turns toward us with a grin stretched across his face. “Can you imagine me getting third here? Third!”