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I peeled his fingers away, loosening his grip enough to spin around in his arms. Two palms slid lower to cup my spandex-covered ass as he backed me across the floor until the doorframe pressed between my shoulder blades.

“I’m okay.” I tried to reassure him with a weak half smile. “I was scared, too, which….” Tilting forward, I pressed my forehead to his chest, the edge of a button from his dress shirt digging into my skin. “I’m thirty-two years old. I’ve been on my own for a while now. This feeling, being vulnerable and unable to do anything about it, sucks. I feel weak.”

His hands tightened. “You’re anything but weak, Raindrop. Tonight, you needed help. That doesn’t make someone weak. It makes them smart and strong.”

A snort escaped me. Strong. Right. If I were strong, I would’ve had a weapon on me and confronted Josh while he was in my home instead of running away.

Jameson frowned. “You’re strong because you allowed yourself to lean on someone—or two someones, in this case—who you knew would catch you. Being strong doesn’t mean handling it all on your own. Sometimes it means giving up control enough to allow others to help.”

I blew out a long breath through pursed lips. Leaning back, I searched his honey-brown eyes. A lock of his shaggy brown hair lay haphazardly across his forehead, messed up from the stressful night and his hands constantly running through the soft strands.

“I don’t want to be alone tonight,” I admitted. Sure, we’d slept in the same bed the last couple of nights, but that didn’t mean him sleeping with me tonight was a foregone conclusion.

Both corners of his lips twitched upward. “Then it’s a good thing I didn’t plan on letting you. I need some comfort cuddles tonight too.”

Giving me time to pull away, he leaned forward until his lips pressed to mine. Just like Slade’s, the kiss chased away all the unwanted feelings and thoughts the night had stirred up. With a content sigh, I relaxed against him, allowing his strength to keep me upright.

His tongue tangled with mine, the kiss quickly shifting from sweet to scorching. The hands cupping my ass tightened. With a tug, he sealed my lower half against his. I moaned at the feel of his long, thick cock pressing just above where my body demanded friction. The passion and need pumping through my veins had me threading my fingers through his long strands, adjusting our angle to take control of the kiss.

Jameson groaned, the sound vibrating against my lips. A hand slipped lower to grip behind my knee, urging it higher until it hooked around his hip. The doorframe dug into my upper back, reminding me that we were making out in the hall where Slade could catch us at any moment.

The thought had more desire dripping from my core, soaking my shorts and no doubt leaving a damp spot on Jameson’s slacks.

Breathing heavy, I pulled back. “Slade could catch us.”

My words of caution did the opposite of cooling the moment. With a muttered curse, Jameson slammed his lips to mine, taking back control.

“Would you like that?” he whispered, moving to suck at the sensitive skin beneath my ear.

“I don’t want to make him feel uncomfortable in his own home.”

Jameson’s dark chuckle had me shifting against him, desperate to ease the building ache between my thighs.

“Oh, he’d be uncomfortable, but not in the way you’re thinking.”

The idea of Slade watching Jameson and me, getting so turned on that he’d have to take matters into his own hand—literally—sent a shiver racing down my spine.

“Hmm,” Jameson mused. “Seems someone else likes that idea as much as me.”Um, say what?“But I agree. I don’t want to make you fall apart in the hall. Next time, maybe.”

With ease, he lifted me, my other leg automatically coming up to wrap around his waist, spreading me to align perfectly against his thick cock. My hair tumbled down my back as I tipped my face to the ceiling while grinding against him.

“Fuck, you’re amazing,” Jameson whispered in an almost reverent tone as he stepped into the bedroom. “And those shorts.” He released his hold just long enough to smack one ass cheek. Hard. “They should be illegal. Showing off your long, beautiful legs that every fucker would kill to have wrapped around them.”

“Like you do now,” I said breathlessly.

“I’m a lucky bastard to be the one with you tonight, Raindrop. And I’ll do everything in my power to ensure it’s still me for the foreseeable future.” The mattress molded beneath my back as he laid me in the center of the bed. “Well, me or Slade.”

He glanced over his shoulder, a sly smile stretching across his face when he turned back.

Eager to feel his skin against mine, I gripped the hem of my tank, lifting it up and over my head.

“I don’t want to stop tonight,” I admitted. The need burning hot in my core wouldn’t be satisfied by his fingers and tongue like it had the last few nights. “I want every inch of you, Jameson.”

And if Slade joined in…

Well, that would just be icing on the cake, and at this point, I was one hundred percent okay with being greedy with these two.

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