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“We would still do it,” Scotty said, speaking for the first time. “Because he took care of you when we couldn’t.” His eyes glistened, wet with relief and other shit that made Zander’s chest ache. “You’re here, so it doesn’t matter what Derri did or didn’t do.”
Vince nodded his agreement.
Maybe Scotty was right, but Zander didn’t care. He’d deal with Derri soon enough. Right now, he wanted to take a little time to be with the two men who wrecked his life in the best possible way. He’d come awake worried for them, not even giving a thought to the huge gash in his side where his uncle had tried to end him.
“Come here.” He released both of them and they crawled up the bed, each man settling on either side of his body.
“Careful,” Vince murmured. “We don’t want to hurt you or reopen your wound.”
Fuck that. “I’m fine,” Zander assured him. “Are you?” He held Vince’s gaze for a beat then turned to Scotty and asked him the same thing. “Are you?”
“Yes,” Scotty answered. It was like his fire had been doused. Inside, Zander raged even as he sank his fingers into Scotty’s hair and scraped his nails across his scalp. Scotty shivered and burrowed deeper into Zander’s side.
Zander pressed a kiss to the top of his head, then returned his attention to Vince, who watched them with the softest expression. When Zander lifted a brow in question, Vince smiled. “I’m fine now that I know you’re okay.”
At the moment that was all that mattered. There were a million things Zander had to deal with when he finally got out of bed and left the bedroom, but right now, it was almost as if they were back at his shop. Just the three of them. Nothing and no one else mattered.
He pinched Scotty’s chin, and when the younger man tilted his head back, eyes on Zander, waiting for his next move, Zander dipped his head, pressing his lips to Scotty’s. He tasted Scotty’s breathy inhale and felt the way his heart rate kicked up since they were pressed so tightly together. Zander coaxed Scotty’s lips open and when they parted, he swept his tongue inside.
Tasting all that he’d come to like so much, all that he’d come to want.
Scotty clung to him, releasing a whimper when Zander deepened the kiss. He took his time, using his tongue and lips to convey what he wanted. No words though, just breaths, the softest gasps, and the delicious wetness of Scotty’s mouth. Eyes closed, Zander gave all that he could, took all that he needed, then he pulled back, reluctantly breaking the kiss.
Scotty blinked up at him, lips wet, eyes hazy, splotches of color on his cheeks and throat. Zander grinned at him. Scotty grinned back and then Zander turned to Vince. The marshal watched them with flared nostrils, expression hungry. Zander cupped Vince’s cheek, wiping his thumb over his lips. When Vince’s mouth opened, Zander dipped the digit inside and Vince immediately latched on, sucking on him.
Zander hissed. “Fuck.” He wasn’t supposed to do shit but lie in the bed according to the doc, but after kissing Scotty and now this, Zander’s dick was more than ready for what came next.
Scotty touched a hand to Zander’s chest, sweeping down his abs as Vince inched closer, disappearing the distance between their bodies—as minute as it’d been—and taking Zander’s mouth.
Zander welcomed him in, grip tight on Scotty, trying not to move and exacerbate his wound, but fuck, he wanted to grind against the thigh Scotty had wedged between his legs. He wanted to strip both men and lose himself in the wonder of who they were and what they were becoming to him.
Vince kissed him ravenously, and it was Scotty who helped to keep Zander still when he would’ve been writhing like a man possessed, especially when Vince sucked on his tongue, his hands lifting to clutch Zander’s face.
Then Scotty was there somehow, his face in the mix, his lips joining them until Vince and Scotty were kissing, then Zander and Scotty, then all three of them. The kisses were sloppy and awkward but so hot that Zander was overheating and he couldn’t catch his breath. If they didn’t stop, he would?—
“So, this is what that is.”
Vince jerked away first. Then Scotty. Zander blew out a breath and opened his eyes to meet Derri’s hurt and disapproving stare.
“I was wondering why you even gave a fuck about a fed and a druggie, but now I see.” His ex crossed his arms over his chest, features dark and thunderous. “You’re fucking them.”
Zander licked his lips and released a resigned breath. Guess they would be having that talk sooner rather than later then. “Can you two give us a minute?” he murmured to Vince and Scotty. “Derri and I need to get some things clear between us.” Neither Vince nor Scotty moved. “I’ll be okay,” he reassured them, then lifted his voice. “And Derri will make sure nobody touches the two of you or even looks at you wrong, otherwise there will be hell to pay. Right, Derri?” He didn’t wait for a response. “Go on.”
Vince and Scotty got off the bed reluctantly, holding hands as they walked out the door.
When the door closed behind them, Zander met Derri’s gaze. “Did you do what I asked?”
Derri didn’t play stupid, which was something Zander had always admired about him. “I’m not gonna kill Carmine just because you?—”
Zander tuned him out, picking up the phone Derri had given him when he’d woken up and punching in a number. “Trem, bring me Carmine. Now.” He ended the call and sat back, watching Derri. “Something on your mind? Let it off.”
“You’re fucking the cop who’s been trying to lock us up for years? How long has this been going on?”
Zander didn’t care for the hurt he saw in Derri’s gaze. The other man should know better. “I don’t answer to you. Have you forgotten that? We also stopped being a we a long time ago, or have you also forgotten that?”
Derri’s expression hardened, his blue eyes cold enough to shoot icicles at Zander. “Fuck you! That cop can destroy everything we built. You brought him into the inner fucking sanctum. He now has all the proof he needs, and once he finds out?—”
The door opened and Trem entered, a man following close behind.
