Page 73 of Lane

“What makes you think I’ll be roaming at night and run into him?” Even if I couldn’t sleep, I doubted I’d leave the apartment and wander the building. I’d more than likely read a book.

“You never know when you’ll be called to help stitch someone up.” I still didn’t think I’d run into Sheldon, but this conversation was going in circles, so I decided not to continue it.

Instead, I suggested, “Come upstairs, and I’ll give you a different shirt.” Lane and I weren’t the exact same size, but I had something to fit him.

I normally would have given him one of the shirts I’d kept here for Jordan’s men, but there was a part of me that wanted Lane in my clothes. Raiden could have blood on him too, but his clothes were so dark I couldn’t tell. He wouldn’t fit in any of mine.

Boxes were scattered around my bedroom. Some filled, some not. Of course, Lane gravitated to the one with my silk briefs in it.

Lane lifted one and held it up. “Please tell me you have a pair of these on.” The look of hope on his face made me squirm a little. They loved me in the silk briefs. Just looking at Lane with them in hand made me a little hot.

“Maybe.” I wasn’t sure how long they were going to be gone today, so I thought I’d surprise them when they returned. I didn’t think they’d be done early and come here.

Raiden closed the door behind him.

“No one else is here besides us and Sheldon,” I told him.

“Are you going to show us?” Raiden ran his finger along the waist of my jeans.

“What are you going to give me if I do?”

Lane stepped up behind me, his hands landing on my hips.

“What do you want, Al?” Raiden’s words were nothing more than a breathy whisper.

My head tipped back to drop on Lane’s shoulder. “Your mouths on me.” My dick grew harder at the thought.

“You want me to swallow you?” Raiden asked, his lips pressed to my jaw.

“Yes.” My breath came faster as my heart rate increased in anticipation of what was about to happen.

Lane’s hands moved to the front of my jeans, popping them open and sliding the zipper down. He inched my jeans over my hips while his fingers glided along the silk.

“Oh, Al,” Lane breathed. “So perfect.”

Raiden hummed against my neck as his hand slid into the front of my briefs. “You want us to dirty these? Make you leak into them?”

Lane pushed my jeans all the way down, moving to his knees behind me to lift my legs out of them. Then his hands coasted up the backs of my thighs, pushing the briefs to the middle of my ass so he had access to each cheek to lick and nip at my flesh.

Raiden slowly pumped my dick, not touching the precum at the tip, letting the briefs catch it. God, these men were so damn sexy when they put me between them.

I trembled beneath their touch, not sure how I still stood.

Leaning back, Raiden held my eyes as he lowered himself to the floor, hooking his fingers in my briefs to draw them down.

“All the way off, Ray,” Lane ordered. “I want my tongue in his ass, so he needs to be able to spread his legs.”

I groaned as my hands went to Raiden's shoulders to steady myself. They were going to torture me in the best way.

Raiden pulled the briefs down, off my legs, then brought them up to his face to bury his nose in them. I watched as he tucked them into his pocket and leaned forward to lick a stripe up my dick. At the same time he did that, Lane urged my legs apart so he could trace over my hole with his finger. It was wet, and I was near begging, but he didn't push in. Instead, his tongue entered the fun and licked over my hole before trying to spear me with it.

Crying out, I curled forward, grateful Raiden was there. They pummeled me with sensations from the front and back. It wasalmost more than I could handle. It was definitely more than my legs could take. I couldn't hold myself up any longer and fell to my knees on the floor.

Raiden caught me, his mouth leaving my dick when I fell. He lay back on the floor, taking me with him. I was suddenly grateful for the area rug. Not only would my knees have hurt when I dropped, but it wouldn’t have been comfortable for Raiden like this.

He pulled me up his body until we could look into each other’s eyes. Then he kissed me. It was soft and slow, and he tasted like me. But I couldn’t forget about Lane.

He wasted no time spreading my legs again, pushing my cheeks apart, and feasting on my ass. Lane’s tongue entered me, causing me to buck against Raiden, my dick slotted next to his.

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