Page 26 of Lane

I held back a sigh. He was still fighting this. Not for me, I didn’t think. For Alton. “He desires us. He’s worried you won’t agree to try.”

“Jordan spoke to me.”

I watched him, attempting to figure out where that came from. “Congratulations?”

He chuckled. “About you and me. He doesn’t want what I feel for you to interfere with my job protecting him and doing as he asks.”

“Circling back, I can take care of myself. I’m not kidding when I say I can fight, shoot, and kill if need be. Your job is to protect Jordan, not me.”

“What if I want to do both?”

“Then you’ll have to let me protect you too. I’m no damsel, Ray.”

His forehead dropped to mine as his eyes slid closed. “I get that you’re in this life, but Alton’s not. Why would he want to be in deeper?”

“I don’t think he’s as clean as you think he is. Remember, he’s the one who comes here or wherever he needs to patch up stabwounds, bullet holes, or whatever else. All for Jordan and the rest of you. He’s at least up to his waist in it.”

“How do we do this?”

“Are you saying yes to Alton and me?”

Raiden leaned down and placed his hands around the backs of my thighs to lift me off the floor. My legs went around him on instinct. “I don’t like that he had your tight body around him, and I haven’t had the same luxury.” My hands gripped his shoulders as my heart sped up.

“You’re going to have to share me when we’re together.”

“All or nothing,” he said. “I’ll be too jealous any other way. If you two are together without me, I’ll wonder where I fit.”

“So I’ll get two dicks instead of one? Not a bad deal if you ask me.”

“Lane?”

“Yeah?”

“Give me your mouth.”

My hands drifted over his shoulders to his neck before threading into his hair. I grasped it tightly in my fists to drop his head back slightly. First, I kissed his left cheek, followed by his right, skipping his lips. I dragged my tongue up his cheek, tasting the salt from his sweat. “I’ll own you both as well. This isn’t a one-way street. I can be possessive too.”

“I’m counting on it.”

“You can’t take over all the time. No thinking I’m weak.”

“Never.”

I nodded, glad to have that out of the way. It was one thing for Raiden to be possessive of me. It was another for him to do it because he thought I couldn’t handle myself. We were entering unfamiliar territory, but I’d be damned if I lost my sense of self while doing so.

My mouth descended, my lips pressing gently to his. The other night on my couch, I wanted him to kiss me, but Iunderstood why we couldn’t. Not only was I full of germs, but Alton had left. After sharing a kiss with him this morning, it was only fair for me to do the same with Raiden.

Raiden held me so gently, easily supporting my weight as his tongue swept into my mouth. He was more of a lover than a fighter in this sense. The way his tongue moved was sensual, not hurried. He didn’t try to swallow me whole like Alton did. That made what we would be like together all the better. If we were the same, it wouldn’t be nearly as interesting.

My cock was already halfway to hard. I had to be the sensible one and put a stop to this before I had him fucking me against the wall for anyone to walk in on. Leaning back, I held his gaze. “All or nothing.”

“I protect Jordan when I’m working, and you protect yourself?”

“Have faith in me. I’m a survivor, a fighter. I don’t give up easily.”

“And Alton?”

“He’ll probably need us both to watch over him.” Alton wasn’t a small man, but I didn’t picture him holding a gun, ready to take out whoever came for us.

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