Page 73 of Kept By The Agents

"What is it, Princess?" Brandon asked.

"W-would you guys mind sleeping in here?" I asked. "With us?"

Now both their eyebrows shot up. "You want us to all sleep in that bed?" Suave asked, amusement coloring his tone.

"It's big enough," I argued. It wasn't. I didn't care.

Drew leaned against the wall, folding his arms over his chest as he waited to see what we'd do.

"It isn't," Suave shot back with a chuckle.

"Why?" Brandon asked. His eyes narrowed on me. "Tell me why you want us all to sleep in a bed that won't fit us, Cat."

"I-" The words died in my throat. How was I supposed to admit that I'd been worried all night that one of them was seriously hurt. Or dead. Or that they all were. That going to sleep without any of them was like torture right now. It wasn't rational. Usually I was a very rational person, but for some reason, in my exhausted state, I couldn't convince my heart that one of them wouldn't disappear if I went to sleep without them.

After everything, I knew without a doubt that I was going to give a relationship with them a try. Honestly, I was falling in love with two of them, and sleeping with Suave had made that love I'd always had for him flare up once more. There wasn't a chance I'd tell them no once Brandon asked me again.

Brandon studied my face, and in his usual fashion, seemed to understand my dilemma. "Suave. Help me move one of these beds in next to theirs."

The tightness constricting my chest loosened as I moved out of the way and watched them disassemble the bed and set it back up shoved right next to the one Drew and I were sharing.

"I still don't think it's big enough," Suave commented.

"Doesn't matter. This is where we're sleeping," Brandon ordered.

One by one we took the time to shower and change into our pajamas. It was worth the quick detour. They let me go first, so I climbed into bed and watched with bleary eyes as each of them came out of the bathroom and settled onto the bed. Brandon showered last. That seemed to be typical for him. He made sure his team was taken care of before he did the things necessary for himself.

Despite that, Suave settled on the other side of Drew, away from me, and left the spot behind me open. My eyes closed as Brandon took that spot and pulled me back into his arms, flush against his chest. Suave was right. The bed was still a bit small for all four of us, so Drew was pressed against my front. I wanted to lift my head and see how much space Suave had, but I was just too tired. If he was sleeping one ass cheek off the bed, then it was what it was. I smiled at the thought.

"What's so funny," Drew asked.

I opened one eye and saw that his were closed. How had he known I was smiling?

"Go to sleep," Brandon huffed from behind me.

He didn't need to tell me twice. I was happily cuddled between my guys. It erased all the worry from the day and made it easy to drift off.

I was hovering on the edge of sleep, trying to lose myself in it again, but something kept pulling me back. Pleasure. I moaned softly and shifted my legs, trying to ease the ache between them.

A hand slid over my stomach, pulling me back against a hard chest. "Shh," Brandon whispered against my ear. "Go back to sleep."

How was I supposed to do that when his other hand was buried between my thighs? His finger circled over my clit and I couldn't hold back a whimper.

"Brandon-" Suave's voice cut in.

"It's fine," he replied quietly. His finger dipped inside me, then pulled out to circle my clit again. "Let her sleep."

Asshole.

He knew I wasn't sleeping anymore. I tried to shift in his arms, but he held me immobilized against his chest.

Something hot and wet closed over my nipple and my eyes flashed open. Drew bit my stiff peak, making me arch into the little shock of pain. He laved the hurt with his tongue as Brandon continued to tease my clit.

I moaned softly as Drew switched to my other breast. It was too much. Too many sensations at once. My body was on fire, pleasure building with every stroke of Brandon's fingers over my clit, every tug of Drew's mouth on my breasts, every brush of Suave's eyes over my body as he watched us from where he sat up against the headboard. He had his dick in his hand, jacking it from base to tip, with his eyes glued to my pussy where Brandon was rubbing it.

"Please," I begged as my orgasm hovered just out of reach. Every time I got close, Brandon switched up the tempo.

His asshole status just doubled.

---