Page 24 of Kept By The Agents

A bar of soap flew past my head, making me duck to avoid being beaned between the eyes. It passed by close enough that I heard it. She had good aim.

"Get out!" She screamed again. "You creep!"

Creep? I wasn't… The thought cut off as I realized I still had a hand on my dick over my pants and I was standing in the doorway while she showered. Right. She's got you there.

I backed out of the room, shutting the bathroom door behind me. Blinking at the wood paneling, I shook my head, unsure of what exactly had happened there.

"Need some help?"

Looking over my shoulder, I saw Suave leaning against the doorway to the bedroom. Shame heated my face as I realized he just saw me watching his ex-fiancée finger herself. "Shit. No. I- Uh…" I stumbled to a stop when the door in front of me was wrenched open.

An angry woman flew out at me, smacking at my chest. This was so far out of my comfort zone, I wasn't sure what to do. I caught her hands, more to keep her from hurting herself than me, and tried to explain. "Brando gave me the room. I didn't know she was in here." I wasn't sure who I was explaining myself to, but it was likely Suave.

"You stood there like a creeper!" Cat snapped. The towel covering her body was loosening with each heaving breath.

"You can't really blame him, Cat," Suave said, causing us to both look over at him in disbelief. "I would have watched, too. I remember what you look like, wet and naked." He gave her a teasing grin.

"I wasn't trying to watch," I said. "It just…surprised me."

"How long has it been since you've seen a naked woman, Weaver?" Suave asked.

"That wasn't what I was trying to do," I said, glaring at him. At least Cat had done us the decency of putting a towel on, because if I was standing here holding her naked in my arms, I wasn't sure I'd have the fortitude not to touch her. For now, I was just gripping her wrists.

"What were you doing then?"

"Uh, she was…"

"None of your business, Darro," Cat said, giving me a warning look. "That's between me and Weaver." She jerked her hands away from me and I released her. "You," she said, addressing me, "need to check with your fearless leader. He gave you the wrong room."

"No he didn't, Sweetheart," Suave answered. We both looked over at him again, though this time I knew what he was saying. I'd already put two and two together.

"What?" Cat asked, looking suspicious

"There's only three rooms," I pointed out.

"Brando and I are bunking together. And so are you and Weaver. Third room is for the gear."

Her eyes widened. "You're telling me that we only have three rooms and instead of giving me my own he's used one for guns?"

My lips twitched. "If you knew Brando, you wouldn't be shocked by that."

"Well, then the three of you can stay in the other room." She put her hands on her full hips and glowered at us both.

"No can do," Suave said. "Only two beds in the other room."

"Well, there's only one in here," she countered.

"Exactly why one of us is staying in here, with you. We don't care to sleep in the same bed as each other."

Her mouth dropped open again. "I'm not staying in here with him." She pointed at me accusingly with one hand, the other clutched the towel that was about to drop.

"You either stay here with him, or you can leave and go wherever you want." Brando's voice cut through the argument.

Cat fell silent, looking at all three of us. Brando was now standing next to Suave. She didn't seem to know what to say to his statement.

She didn't know me or Brando well, so she wouldn't have known to call his bluff. There was no way he'd allow her to wander off on her own and get caught by the Raleka. But there was no way for her to know that and he just wanted to stop the arguing.

"You're a dickhead," she spat, then spun around and slammed the bathroom door behind her.

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