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Why the hell was I sweating? Jesus, it was a sauna in here.

I threw the blanket off me and tried to move my legs but couldn’t. A firm band was around my waist, anchoring me in place. I patted around and met a wall of muscle. What the hell?

The day and night came rushing back. Alton on my couch snuggling with me. Raiden entering my apartment with my medicine. Me convincing him to sit down. Now I was lying on my side with my body pressed to the very hard length of Raiden’s. And I meantveryhard. His cock was pressed to me as if it could fuck into me where it was.

Raiden moaned and held me tighter, his hips thrusting against me.

“Holy shit, Ray,” I whispered. My hand clutched his waist, unable to stop the raw need pulsing through me. My cock started to harden.

He slid down, his lips pressing to my throat. Oh my god, I was going to die right here. Why was it so hot that he was kissing me in his sleep? If he was awake, this wouldn’t be happening. Hewas far too timid with me. Yet, I couldn’t stop him. It was wrong, but felt oh so fucking good.

“Goddamn.” I hiked my leg up over his hip, needing more friction. “Yes, Ray.” My hand moved to his hair to hold him in place on my neck. If there was ever a question if I was a good person, this proved I wasn’t. I should have woken him. I should have stopped him.

But my hand and words must have finally awoken him because he stilled.

“Don’t,” I pleaded. “Don’t pull away.”

“Lane…” His voice was roughened from sleep.

I leaned back enough to look into his eyes. It was still dark but the small nightlight I kept in the kitchen was just enough to see him. I cupped his cheek, brushing my thumb along it. “If I wasn’t sick, I’d ask if I could kiss you.”

“We shouldn’t.”

“We’re grown men. There’s nothing stopping us.”

Raiden turned his head toward the other end of the couch. That was when I noticed Alton was gone. When I looked around the rest of the space, he was nowhere to be found.

I dropped my forehead to Raiden’s. “Fuck.” There went any bit of fun. My cock was already deflating.

8

RAIDEN

After waking to grinding myself on Lane, I was still mortified a week later. I wouldn’t want to do that to someone without their consent, not that Lane seemed to mind. He was completely into it. Then we noticed Alton was gone, and that was that.

I lost all sense of what I should say or do in front of Lane. It still amazed me I was able to not rip him away from Jack when we were there to make a deal. Lane tested me without realizing he did it.

Giving myself an internal shake, I tried to focus on my job. I currently stood near the elevator in Jordan’s home, at my usual post. Thoughts of Lane and Alton had to stay far away until I was home alone and could torture myself with them.

“Downstairs,” Jordan said loudly as he exited his office. “Apparently, Jack wants to increase his order and needs to see more of what I have to offer, which means we have to grab two other cases and Lane.”

My hand froze in front of the elevator button. “You’re offering him Lane?” Jordan didn't trade in human life.

“Of course not. Lane, for as fucking mouthy as he is, can possibly help make me more money. He wants to help, so he will.”

Hello, anger. “But, sir, what if?—”

“Stop, Raiden. Lane is a grown man. He’s quite capable of handling himself, which he’s already proven. I’m going to give you the same speech I gave your brother. If you can’t protect me and my family because of whatever is going on between you, Lane, Alton, who the fuck ever, I need you to talk to me before I take a goddamn bullet because you’d rather protect your boyfriend than me.”

“Of course, sir.” Just the thought of being in a situation where bullets were flying at both Jordan and Lane had cold dread washing over me. I couldn’t lose either of them, though my relationships with them were very different. Jordan was more than my boss. He wasn’t quite a friend. We didn’t have that kind of a relationship, but he wasn’t simply my employer either.

“Hit the fucking button,” Jordan growled, snapping me out of my thoughts.

On the way down, we stopped to retrieve the cases and then rode the elevator to the garage level, where Sheldon, Vincent, and Lane waited for us. Thankfully, they were feeling better. My brother was too, although I thought a lot of that was thanks to Barrett and the attention he gave him.

As I walked with Jordan to the Maserati, Lane’s fingers brushed mine, causing a chill to race up my arm. Such a simple touch had a profound effect. What I wouldn’t give to take him into my arms and kiss him. To finish what we started the last time I saw him. I’d jerked off too many times since then to what-if scenarios.

What if we didn't stop?

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