Page 19 of Lane

“I don’t think it’s the best idea.”

“Al doesn’t bite. If he does, and I haven’t had the privilege of it, we’re going to have words.”

Alton coughed and spluttered. Man, it was easy to fluster him. I was going to have so much fun.

Raiden still didn’t move.

“Fuck’s sake,” I muttered and sat up, taking the blanket with me. “Slide over, Al. Apparently, Ray forgot how to move.” After positioning myself in the middle of the couch with Alton on myleft, Raiden finally took a seat to my right. They were both tense, hands on their laps like they were waiting to be scolded by a teacher. I had my work cut out for me.

So, in my typical fashion, I gave zero fucks and sprawled out on both of them. My legs moved to Alton’s lap. My head went on Raiden’s, who sucked in a breath when my cheek met his thigh.

“If I’m too much for either of you, the door is that way.” I pointed to it, knowing full well neither of them would leave. I had to give them the option once I was on them. It would have been rude not to.

Alton sighed and brought his hand to my socked foot. He coasted his fingers along my arch, causing me to stretch toward him like a cat.

I was a literal bridge between them.

To get Raiden to relax a little, I wrapped my arm around his other thigh. “I’m not going to break you, Ray.”

“So you say,” he murmured.

Rolling to my back, I peered up at him and coughed because, why the fuck not? Alton lifted my feet off him to get my water and handed it to me. “I can send in a prescription cough medicine.”

“I’m fine.” I handed the glass back. My head met Raiden’s muscular thigh again. “Sorry I coughed on you.”

“It’s okay,” Raiden said. “Reghan almost puked on me. I had to jump out of the way.”

“Are you sure you feel okay?” Alton asked him.

“Yes.”

I debated whether I needed to stage an intervention. They had unresolved issues. I could either bring it out in the open or let nature—me—take its course and see if they found their way to each other with my nudges.

Rolling my head from side to side on Raiden’s thigh brought his attention to me.

“You’re nothing like I’d thought you’d be,” he said, his dark eyes watching me.

“And you’re everything I expected, but I’m ready for some surprises too.”

A smile formed on his sexy lips. Raiden shaved every day. It allowed me to see his face up close now. If only I wasn’t sick, I might push for feeling his skin against my lips. It was probably better this way. Raiden seemed like he had to be eased in.

Raiden’s fingers went to my hair, brushing it off my forehead. It needed to be cut. I’d slacked in that department. My hair fell into my eyes if I didn’t style it back.

“Mmm,” I hummed as he threaded his fingers through my hair, lightly raking his nails over my scalp.

“I’m surprised you’re not purring.”

“Touch me in the right spot, and maybe I will.”

Poor Alton wasn’t faring well on the other end of the couch. He kept squirming beneath my legs. My foot brushed over his cock. Oops. It was so bad of me. He was plumping up, and oh did I want to stretch my foot and really feel how big he was, but I resisted. His body shifted just enough that his cock wasn’t touching any part of me. Such a shame.

Having both of their hands on me was nice, better than I could have imagined for it not being sexual. I’d never been with two men at the same time. The idea had a hell of a lot of appeal, especially given who the two men touching me were.

Raiden, with his solid thighs, massive arms, and a smile that made me want to lick it, I could only wonder what he looked like beneath his clothes. He was uncertain about being on my couch with Alton. With me, he was slowly giving in, relaxing a bit. Buried beneath the surface, Raiden had a huge heart. I’d spotted it when he was with his brother and how much they cared about each other.

Then there was Alton, who was more restrained. He didn’t want to do anything that would upset me. Pushing his own boundaries seemed difficult for him. And he was just as handsome as Raiden but in a different way. Alton wasn’t stacked with muscles, but his stomach was flat, and his arms had enough definition that his sleeves didn’t hang loosely around them. His jawline drew my gaze when I looked at him. The sharp, shaven edge of it, the more refined look he had.

Rolling to my side, I kept my body touching both of theirs while I let the feel of their hands on me lull me to sleep.

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