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Getting to the kitchen, I pull out a can of cinnamon rolls and a pan. Prepping them, I grab three glasses just as Ryker steps in from the back door.

“Everything good?” he asks, glancing over at the couch.

“Yeah, we’re going to watch a movie,” I tell him. Putting the cinnamon rolls into the oven, I pull out the milk. “Might want to change out of that?”

Ryker frowns down at himself clearly confused about what I’m trying to tell him.

“She enjoys seeing you.”

“What are you talking about?”

Rolling my eyes, I say, “She likes seeing your face, dumbass.”

Ryker tilts his head up, blowing out a breath. Turning on his heel, he disappears into his room.

Once the rolls are done, I plate for the three of us, setting them down on the coffee table. Blake devours her cinnamon rolls in the first five minutes of the movie. Halfway through, Blake ends up laying with her head in my lap, and when Ryker finally appears, her feet in his. It isn’t long after that she falls asleep.

“How’s your hand?” I whisper to Ryker, trying not to wake Blake up.

Ryker looks down at the gnarly bruise and teeth mark on his hand. “I’ve had worse.”

Rolling my eyes, I look back over at the movie.

“You ever think about just taking her back home?” Ryker asks.

Whipping my head over, my brows pull together. He can’t be serious.

“Don’t give me that, I didn’t mean it like that. I just meant we hunt people. We’re hitmen. Why are we just protecting her when we could look into who's looking for her?”

Ryker makes sense and I can’t say I haven’t thought about it, but now I am. Between her family and the two of us, we could take out the twelve cartel members and we could figure out what to do with Antonio.

“She’s it for me,” I blurt out. I can’t look over at Ryker, unsure about his feelings for her.

“She sees me for me,” Ryker mumbles. And I know what he’s saying without having to say the words. “Are you going to make her pick between us?”

My head snaps to the side, only Ryker is looking down at Blake, watching her sleep. Could I make her pick between us? No. Even if I didn’t want her to be involved with him, Blake does what she wants.

“Are you?” I ask.

Ryker meets my eyes, both of us staring at each other. Being friends with him for the past fifteen years, I can’t imagine my life without him by my side. Sure, I didn’t think we’d be close like this, but I can’t say I mind.

Blake shifts, stretching her arms over her head, stopping our conversation from going any further. Her eyes blink open, slowly adjusting to the dark.

“Hi, beautiful,” I whisper, brushing her hair behind her ear.

Blake smiles, and reaching up, she grabs the back of my head, pulling me down. Her lips touch mine, slow at first, but there’s an obvious need in her actions.

Pulling back, I open my mouth to question if she is okay, but she shakes her head. Her hands move and my eyes flick to Ryker.

“Well, fuck,” Ryker mutters.

“What?” Really kicking myself for not learning ASL yet.

“She heard our conversation, well part of it. She said she’s not picking between us.”

I nod my head, studying Blake. I wait for her to correct him or do anything, but she doesn’t. And I don’t know what takes over my brain, but I slam my lips over hers again. My hand slides under her shirt, cupping and squeezing her tits. Pulling on her nipple, Blake grabs my forearm, her nails digging into me.

“Fuck,” I hiss against her mouth. My cock is stone hard, and I’m seconds away from ripping her pants down and fucking her when I remember she’s on her period. “Shit, I forgot,” I mutter.