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Raiden’s tongue swept into my mouth once more, lapping at me, caressing me. His hands went to my hips to hold me in place while he thrust against me.

“Please,” I begged, for what I wasn’t sure. The desire to come was strong. I also wasn’t ready because it meant this would end.

Lane’s tongue left my ass. “We need lube,” he said.

I kept kissing Raiden, chasing the bliss that would eventually consume me.

Lane returned quickly, his lubed fingers entering me, stretching me open. It didn’t take long before I begged in earnest. He didn’t relent right away. His fingers kept moving, kept stretching. When he removed them, I felt the loss immediately. It didn’t last for long before Lane lined up and slid inside me as I stayed pressed to Raiden.

“God, Al. You feel so fucking good wrapped around my cock. I want to live in your tight heat.”

A whimper left me, swallowed by Raiden. Every time Lane thrust; he pushed me against Raiden. Our dicks were trapped between us, creating friction I so desperately craved. They weredriving me crazy with the push and pull, the slide and retreat. I was along for the ride and damn happy about it.

If only I could wedge a hand between us without falling off Raiden, I could jerk us together, hold us tight. He was on the same train of thought though. One of his powerful arms wrapped around me to hold me in place while the other worked between us to wrap around our dicks.

“Fucking hell,” he panted against my lips. “I love the way you feel.” I would have said the same had I been able to speak. Currently, I was only capable of whimpers and moans.

Lane didn’t stop. He pounded me from behind, his skin slapping against mine.

There was nothing I could do to stop the flood of sensation as it rushed through my system. I came first, crying out as my orgasm rocked me to my core, my body shaking at the force of it as I released between my and Raiden’s body. It was hot, wet, and we would have to shower when we were done. That was for future me to deal with. Present me wanted to enjoy this while I could.

Raiden followed quickly behind me. Our names left his lips as he started to come. I opened my eyes in time to watch his muscles flex as his powerful body tensed and pleasure washed over him.

Lane got there too, pumping hard into me before stilling and flooding my insides. “Holy shit,” he panted, his forehead dropping to my spine. On top of being covered in cum, I was sweaty. Lane didn’t seem to mind.

Raiden’s lips left mine, his head landing to the area rug. “Fuck.”

“You can say that again,” I murmured, pressing my cheek to his equally sweaty skin.

This wasn’t how I imagined the day going, although I didn’t regret the pleasant turn of events, at least where we wereconcerned. Lane showed up with blood on him, so the other people didn’t have nearly the thrilling time we did.

Was it wrong that I didn’t care? With my boyfriends living and breathing, I had to be all the way used to this world and fast. If they came to me injured, I couldn’t panic, not when they needed me.

Raiden’s hand soothed over my side as his other reached for Lane, who was still pressed to my back.

“We need to shower,” I mumbled. “And I have a few boxes to finish packing before we leave.”

“Good idea,” Lane said and slowly peeled his body from mine.

31

LANE

Why were those panties so fucking hot? Seriously, never had I thought about a man wearing them before and, holy fuck, had I been missing out. Maybe it was the panties, or maybe it was Alton. The combination blew my mind every time. To know only Raiden and I got to see him in them, that he was walking around with them on, and no one knew, fuck me.

We helped Alton pack more of his belongings to take over to Raiden’s—our—apartment. There was a decent amount Alton was leaving behind for others to use when he finally made this a space for people to recover from traumatic experiences. The home was warm, inviting, without being stuffy and outdated. There was a lot of charm rather than making it feel like grandparents lived here and anyone would expect to sit on old dusty couches.

With the help of Sheldon, we loaded boxes into the back of the Navigator Sheldon had driven here. The SUV I was in when we made our way to Jack’s was at Jordan’s building with the others in it. Thankfully, I didn’t get much blood on myself, or I would have had to sneak in the back door at Alton’s house and use his shower to scrub the crimson from my skin.

Reghan and Barrett said they’d debrief Jordan. Eventually, I’d have to talk to him too, but Raiden and I wanted to be with Alton. We didn’t like that he was out in the open where anyone could get to him. The closer we were to taking out my asshole fake family, the safer he’d be. Who would have guessed I’d have unearthed family who decided to make a fucking mess? In reality, I should have. No one from my past except for my mom was a stellar person.

“Is this it?” Sheldon asked as we handed over the last of the boxes.

“For now,” Alton said. “There’s more I want to bring, but I don’t want to unpack all of it at once either. I can get more on my next day off.”

Alton went through the rooms and shut off the lights before we stepped outside. Sheldon stood near the Navigator, his eyes scanning our surroundings. Raiden was at my back while Alton took the keys out of his pocket to lock the door.

The sound of tires squealing over pavement and a large engine accelerating had Sheldon, Raiden, and my heads turning in the direction of a large black SUV barreling down the street. I barely had time to grab Alton and throw him to the ground before gunfire rang out, peppering the house and everything around us with bullets. Another body slammed into me, blanketing us as gunfire was returned from our end. It happened so quickly and was gone just as fast.

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