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Lennox is a storm less than half a foot away, and I can feel the pressure building in the space between us. I don’t have to look to know he’s watching every second, his fists clenched, cock probably just as hard as Kage’s grinding against me.

“She’s drunk,” Lennox growls. “You’re thinking with your dick.”

Kage breaks the kiss, but not by much. His mouth hovers just above mine, breath hot as hell. His tongue flicks out, those two sinful tips licking into the corner of my mouth, a silentI’m not done with you yet.

“She’s thinking just fine,” Kage murmurs, voice rough with lust. “Aren’t you, baby?”

I nod, desperate and breathless. “Don’t stop.”

But Lennox steps in, his hands are on me before I can blink. Big, rough palms around my waist, dragging me back just enough to make me whine. My back brushes up against his cock, just barely, but it’s enough to tell me that our little show was turning him on just as much.

“Not here,” he grits out. “She’ll hate us for it tomorrow.”

Kage huffs a bitter, frustrated laugh but doesn’t argue. His eyes stay locked on mine, full of heat and promise.

“Then we take her home.”

“Damn right we do,” Lennox says, his voice a growl in my ear. “But she sleeps. You touch her again before she sobers up, I’ll break your fucking fingers.”

I whimper at that and Kage smirks. “I like it when you talk dirty to me,” he coos, and then blows Lennox a kiss. I don’t know what the fuck is going on there, but I like it.

I’m trembling between them, thighs pressed together as if it’ll stop the ache. Spoiler alert, It won’t. Is blue clit a thing? If it is, then it’s definitely this feeling. If I thought I hated Lennox before, I definitely hate him now for not throwing me onto the table and fucking me until I see stars.

They help me up, and my legs barely work. Kage’s arm slides around my waist, firm and possessive. Lennox presses in at my other side, solid and tense, as if he’s one second from snapping.

I glance up at Kage, still breathless from the kiss. “I’m not that drunk. Seriously, a punch to the face really sobers a bitch up.”

He grins. “Oh yeah?”

I nod, all confidence, until I trip over my own feet like a damn idiot.

Lennox catches me, muttering under his breath, “Sure you’re not.”

I mumble something about it being concussion related and not alcohol related but apparently that doesn’t matter. Kage just laughs, rough and wicked, and now I know I’m in trouble.

But it’s the kind I’ll beg for.

15

Lennox

THE ENFORCER

She says she’s not that drunk, then trips like her legs forgot how to function properly, and falls straight into my arms. Of course I catch her, because I’ll always be the one catching her. Picking up the goddamn pieces. Holding shit together while Kage plays with fire as if none of us can get burned.

But I’mburning now. Fuck, I’ve never been this wound up in my life.

My hands are still on her waist, her skin warm through the fabric of her sexy ass dress, and her intoxicating scent clinging to me like fucking heaven. Her lips are swollen from Kage’s mouth, her eyes glassy from the alcohol and her thighs pressed together like she’s trying to ease the ache he put there.

And I watched it. I watchedallof it.

The way he kissed her, his hand wrapped around her throat, her grinding on him looking seconds away from coming right there in front of me. I was less than a fucking foot away, cock hard as stone, fists clenched so tight I thought I’d snap my own bones. I couldn’t breathe.Couldn’t fucking blink, afraid I’d miss the look of pure bliss on both of their faces.

I wanted to kill him. I wanted tobehim. I wanted to drop to my knees and worship them both like some kind of goddamn heretic. Now she’s in my arms as I attempt to help her walk, soft, flushed, and full of desperation. All I can think about is picking her up, dragging her back to that couch, pulling her dress up over her hips, and making her come with my mouth while Kage watchesmefor once.

But I don’t. I just hold her. Like a good fucking boy. That’s all I can be.

Kage laughs that dark, wicked sound that always means he knows exactly how fucked I am. He knows me so fucking well.