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When I finally pulled back, Raiden had tears on his cheeks, and a string of cum stuck from my cock to his lips. Climbing off him, I kissed him quickly before returning the favor. My lips wrapped around him, sucking him in.

Alton fisted my hair, holding me tightly as he climaxed, calling out our names. Raiden had a hand on my neck, touching me too, while I worked his cock.

It was mere seconds until he thrashed on the bed and started spilling into my mouth. I swallowed as much as I could, some of it seeping from the corners of my lips.

I collapsed onto the bed, my head resting on Raiden's thigh. His fingers began combing through my hair. A calm fell over me. I was sated and warm with the two men I loved.

“We should shower,” Alton suggested.

None of us moved.

Eventually, it was Raiden who shifted beneath me, taking away my pillow. I groaned and swatted at him half-heartedly.

Alton laughed. “Let's go, Lane. We’re not showering without you.”

“Tired. Leave me be.” It felt good to joke with them again. There was a sudden slap on my left ass cheek. “Fuck,” I bit out. I lifted my head to find Raiden was the culprit. “You had to slap my ass? You couldn’t carry me to the shower and bathe me with your tongue?”

“Can’t,” he replied. “Tired.” The sexy smirk he gave me had me breaking out in laughter.

“God, you’re such an asshole.” That time he did throw me over his shoulder and smacked my other cheek.

"Yeah, but I’m yours and Alton’s.”

“Al, how could you let him handle me in such a way? I’m fragile.”

Alton chuckled. “Sure, that’s how I think of you.”

“You’re both so mean to me.”

Upside down, I had the perfect view of Raiden’s ass flexing with every step he took to the bathroom.

Steam quickly filled the air as Alton got the shower ready. Raiden finally put me on my feet, the world swaying a bit as my blood went back to where it was supposed to be and not all in my head.

I ended up sandwiched between them under the spray of water. Thank god for multiple showerheads.

Reality returned, reminding me we were the ones who were supposed to take care of Raiden.

“No, you don’t,” he said, reading my mind. “I’ve been on the receiving end of your care. I want to return the favor. I’m going to clean you then I’m taking care of Alton.”

He did just that. As soon as I was clean, he moved to Alton while I cleaned Raiden. We traded kisses and hand jobs before our skin pruned, and we ended up in the shower far longer than we intended.

Afterward, we crawled into bed with Raiden in the middle. He didn’t protest one bit. Alton spooned him, and I held him from the front. Alton and I held hands like we’d been doing before we fell asleep every night. I liked being able to touch them both.

They drifted off, but I couldn’t sleep. My mind raced, going over that day at Raiden’s parents’ house. Who could have been after us?

Jordan pissed people off on the daily, but he wasn’t there. His son was though. One of the ways to get to Jordan would be to hurt his son. Jordan was the logical choice. Yet somewhere in the back of my mind, I didn’t think it was him. Was I the target? Who the hell did I anger?

Only one name came to mind, but Jordan already questioned Jack. He was out of state, flying in late that night. Lawson hacked enough systems to see Jack on video at an airport in Maine. He didn’t seem the type to have someone handle the dirty work for him.

If not him, who?

Hours passed while I tossed and turned. Raiden cuddled up to Alton. I had no leads, and it pissed me off.

Raiden began whimpering in his sleep. Since I was still awake, I was able to easily soothe him without waking him or Alton.

One way or another, I was going to figure out who did this, and I was going to kill them. No one took out an innocent person around here and lived for long afterward.

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