Page 32 of Lane (East Dremest Mafia #5)

ALTON

As I packed belongings I’d take with me to Raiden’s home, I realized I didn’t need as much as I’d thought.

So many of my material possessions were bought to fill a void in my life.

One that was filled with Raiden and Lane.

As I continued to pack, I adjusted what I thought I needed with what I actually did.

They were it. Nothing else. My belongings were to make my life more comfortable. Raiden and Lane were a necessity.

I also weighed what would be helpful here if I used the space to help others in need. It gave me a new perspective about how much I had and what I could easily part with. I’d lived a good life before them. Now that I had them, my life took on new meaning.

Sheldon stood near the front windows, his gaze on the street. He was an imposing figure no one would be able to see. Sheldon wasn’t built like Raiden, but I didn’t doubt his abilities for one second.

When someone knocked on the door, he didn’t move.

“I’m guessing they’re not a threat,” I said. “Or you don’t care if I die when I open the door.” He’d been quiet most of the time, so this was an easy way to get him to speak.

“Of course, I care, Doc. If you die, Ray and Lane will come after me and so will Jordan. You know how much Jordan hates replacing people.”

“Thanks, that’s comforting,” I deadpanned.

On the other side of the door, I found Raiden and Lane. A smile immediately lit me up. That was until I saw something on them that didn’t belong. “Is that blood?”

Lane looked at his sleeve. “Huh. I thought I came away clean.”

“I thought you weren’t going to kill him,” I countered.

He stepped inside and kissed my cheek. It was just another day for him. For me, it had my heart pounding in my chest. They could have been hurt.

“I guess it’s a day for surprises.” He grinned.

Raiden shrugged and kissed me as well. I shut the door behind them.

Not to be ignored, Sheldon sighed loudly.

“Is someone feeling left out?” Lane soothed and walked up to Sheldon, planting a loud kiss on his cheek.

Sheldon swiped the kiss away. “Knock it off. You’re not my type. Apparently, I only go for the ones I can’t have.”

“I still think you need to talk to him.”

“Whatever,” he muttered. “I’ll be outside. I need fresh air.”

Once he was out of earshot, I said, “You should leave him alone. He might act like he can deal with a lot, but I’m not sure he can.”

“With you moving in, you’ll get to see him pacing the halls all hours of the night,” Raiden told me. “I’ve never met someone as restless as him. Nothing any of us say or do makes a difference.”

“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 was almost 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.

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 were driving 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 were concerned. 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.