BONUS Chapter #2
“Save it for tomorrow.” Alaina’s voice is sleepy. “I want to watch Mason take the dildo like a champ.”
“You’re all monsters.” I flip them off on reflex, because that’s expected of me.
The rest stays unspoken.
I’ve thought about being the bottom before, once or twice. Especially since I’ve been with Luc. Letting him top never scared me. If I’m honest, I’m looking forward to it, but I can’t just give in. He will never let me hear the end of it.
That’s why I floated the dildo idea in the first place.
Admitting that, though?
That would ruin half the fun.
“Tomorrow.” Luc yawns, massive and lion-like. “Pink dildo. Champagne. Orgy. World peace.”
“Sleep,” Finn corrects. “Then we’ll talk about your world peace.”
He stands, surveys his work—three world-class athletes reduced to blanket burritos—and nods to himself in satisfaction before flicking off the lights.
“Love you, idiots,” he mutters.
Alaina mumbles something that sounds like love you more. Luc snores, and I’m already drifting.
The pink dildo can wait.
Tonight, we’re just… home.
Finn’s mouth is hot on my neck, water sluicing down both of us, the weight of his body pressing me against the cool tile. His hands are soapy, sliding over my ribs, thumbs brushing the undersides of my breasts just enough to make me shiver.
I laugh into his kiss, tasting mint and him. “Missed this,” I murmur, fingers threading through his wet hair. “Missed you.”
“Same, baby girl.” He nips my bottom lip, then drops to his knees to wash my legs like I’m something sacred. I’m about to melt into the drain when—
BAM.
The bathroom door flies open, hitting the wall. Luc’s head pokes in, hair wild, eyes manic, towel barely clinging to his hips.
“Petite, stop blowing grandpa, it’s happening. Come quickly, he’s ready.”
Finn freezes, hands still on my thighs, while I try to blink water out of my eyes.
“Luc, what the fuck—”
“The pink dildo!” he hisses out, like it’s a national secret. “Mason’s on the bed, ass up, ready. I prepped him. He’s nervous. We need you. Now.”
Finn stands slowly, my gaze stuck on the water streaming off him as he groans. “You couldn’t knock?”
“Emergencies don’t knock, Papi,” Luc says, tugging me out of the shower. “Towel! Move! He’s gonna chicken out!”
I’m laughing so hard I nearly slip. Finn sighs and grabs a towel, following like this is normal.
Because it is normal.
This is us.
The lights are low, only the golden glow of the bedside lamp illuminating the room, and Mason is exactly where Luc promised. On his stomach in the middle of the bed, ass up like a goddamn offering.
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.”
My gaze is focused as I line up the pink head against him, then I press slowly.
Ever so slowly. The silicone disappears inch by inch, and Mason’s low, broken groan fills the room, his thighs starting to shake.
He tries to rut into the pillow beneath him, but Luc catches it before he can bury his face in the mattress again.
“Up, Pretty Boy,” Luc murmurs, sliding a hand under Mason’s chest and urging him higher. I shift too, steadying the toy with one hand while guiding him with the other.
Mason pushes up onto his elbows, back arched, ass tilted perfectly for me.
Luc’s hand is on Mason’s cock now, stroking in time, whispering, “That’s it, take it. You’re so fucking gorgeous.”
Leaning in, I kiss the sweat from the base of his spine, breathing him in. “Are you okay?”
“Don’t you dare stop.”
He doesn’t need to tell me twice. The rest of of the toy sinks in with a slow push, and Mason clenches around it. He’s impossibly tight, and the sight of that obscene pink buried in him makes my own pulse throb between my legs. A small twist, the perfect angle, and he shouts into Luc’s mouth.
“There we go,” I croon, starting a slow rhythm—out, in, twist. “Look at you. Taking it so pretty for me.”
Finn’s voice is rough from where he’s still standing to the side. “Jesus Christ.”
Luc grins against Mason’s lips. “Told you, Papi. You’re next.”
Finn flips him off, but his towel is tenting. Hard. And his eyes are locked on where my hands are.
All three of them turned on because of what I’m doing?
God, it goes straight to my pussy.
Mason’s hips start moving on their own, chasing the drag, the stretch. My pace increases until we are in sync, my breath catching as Luc tightens his grip on him.
We work him together—Luc’s fist, my thrusts—until Mason’s babbling, sweat-slick, and trembling.
Luc doesn’t even look at me when I shoot him a smile.
He’s too locked in, too gone on the way Mason falls apart for us, eyes blown wide as he strokes him through every shudder.
His whole world is Mason’s face, his sounds, his body opening under my hand, and it’s intoxicating watching him get lost like that.
“Please… F-fuck. Bambi—” Mason whimpers, and I slam the dildo in deep, holding it there and feeling every clench around it, while Luc strokes him faster.
“Come for us, Mase. Let me feel it. Show us how good a loser takes it.”
“Fuck you,” he presses out, but still does. Hard. A choked cry rips out of him, body seizing, cum spilling in thick ropes over Luc’s knuckles and the sheets. I keep the toy pressed to the flared base, riding every pulse, every twitch, until he collapses, boneless, face buried in the pillow.
“Such a good boy,” I tease while I ease the dildo out, watching Mason’s hole flutter.
Why is that so hot?
He looks over his shoulder with glassy eyes. “Fucked one ass and already getting mouthy. Wait till the roles are reversed again, Bambi.”
“Can’t wait.” I smirk, standing, but my skin is tight and flushed, and my pussy is throbbing way too hard.
God, I need to be fucked too.
Mason turns to Luc again, whose dick is leaking, all flushed and curved up against his stomach like it’s begging.
Maybe I could…
“Fuck me, baby.” Mason licks his lips.
Or he could.
“What?” Luc sputters.
“I want you to top me, Luc.”
“Merde.” Luc’s eyes go wide, then feral. “Fuck yes.”