Page 56 of Kept By The Agents

"Yes," Brandon said. "And we all sleep with her together, too. It's not necessarily something we advertise. Though we do have friends who live the same lifestyle."

"I can understand that." Nodding again, I looked around at them. I considered myself an open minded woman. "Thank you for sharing that with me."

They rewarded me with three blinding white smiles. "We're not just telling you this so you can get to know us, Cat," Brandon told me.

"Then why-"

"Because we want you to be our girlfriend," Weaver said bluntly. "We want to share you and take care of you."

My mouth dropped open as I gaped at him. That wasn't what I expected to hear at all. Even after they'd explained it to me, my mind was still having a hard time wrapping itself around the idea. It was one thing to sleep with all of them, but to date them? And live with them?

"What do you say, Cat?" Suave asked.

I shook my head. "No way," I said immediately. "You don't even know me anymore," I told him. "Not to mention I'm still mad at you. You don't know what I've been through in the last-" I broke off as he stood up and came over to me.

He stared down at me, cupping my cheeks in his huge hands. "I know I fucked up. And I want to make it up to you. But in order to do that I need you to agree to this."

I glared at him. "You can't just fix years of heartbreak that easily."

"I realize that, Cat, but I'm not very good at apologizing." He was right about that. "I'm better suited to showing you why I deserve another chance."

"Princess."

Suave's hands dropped away so I could look over at Brandon. His dark eyes were watching me with a quiet intenseness. "Don't answer now. Just think about it," he told me. "We have enough to focus on while we're here. But once we get home, I'm going to ask you again. And you're going to give me your answer then."

I swallowed and nodded. It wasn't like I had any other choice but to agree. I needed a chance to wrap my mind around what this would mean. What being theirs would entail. I got up from the table and went back to making dinner, and they let me.

A knock on my door frame had me looking up from where I was digging through my bag for a new pair of pajamas. Suave was leaning against it, muscular arms crossed over his chest, watching me with a half smile. It made my heart skip a beat or two in my chest. He was so damn handsome. Even more so now than when he was a kid.

"What do you want?" I asked, trying to keep the breathless tone out of my voice and failing miserably. I'd never been able to control myself around him, even though I knew he was bad news. Then he'd swept me off my feet, I'd fallen in love with him, and the rest was history.

"I just wanted to check on you," he told me. "We kind of dropped a lot on you down there. And you were quiet during dinner."

Nibbling my bottom lip, I considered staying quiet, but I needed to know. "Why?"

He frowned, shooting me a questioning look.

"Why me," I clarified.

"I've been in love with you from the first day you walked up to me and told me you were interviewing me," he said with a grin.

That knocked whatever breath I had left in my lungs completely out. I sat back on my ass. "Then why would you leave? I mean, I know you said-"

"I'm an idiot, Cat," he told me with a sigh. He came in and squatted down next to me. "I was scared. Fucking terrified that I wasn't going to be enough for you. That I couldn't take care of you the way I needed to. When I was offered the chance to go into the CIA, I didn't really think. I just took it."

"Why wouldn't you tell me?" I asked. "I would have supported you."

"I know," he said, shaking his head. "I didn't think it through. By the time I left, I realized I fucked up, but I couldn't go back."

I sighed and searched his face. He looked so damn sad.

"I couldn't risk coming back and having you turn me away."

"So instead you just...stayed away?"

He shrugged those massive shoulders. "I figured one day I'd gather the fucking courage to face you."

I looked away, staring down at the carpet. "You hurt me so badly."