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Brando shrugged when we both gave him accusatory glances. "Worked didn't it?"

"I need to go set up the rest of my cameras," I said. It wasn't fully dark yet, but I needed to get out of here. The image of Cat naked and fucking herself with her fingers was seared in my mind and my balls were aching painfully now.

Suave wasn't wrong. It'd been a long damn time since I'd touched a woman. I usually had no desire to. But this one? The urge was there. I wasn't sure how I was going to sleep in the same bed as her and keep my hands off her.

"This is a bad idea," I said when I realized Brando was following me down the stairs.

"Better you than us," was all he said.

I shook my head. "I'm not so sure about that." I stepped aside at the end of the stairs and looked upward. "I'm attracted to her," I admitted.

Brando laughed. "You'd have to be dead not to be."

"She's Suave's ex-fiancée."

He sighed. "Don't worry about that. You know how Suave is."

"I know how he, and you, are now," I agreed, "but Cat is from before the team. Before he figured out he liked to share. I doubt he's going to want to share the woman he loves with us the way he does with the girls he just sleeps with." It was apparent that he was still in love with Catalina. It made me wonder why he'd left her in the first place.

"Look. We don't have time to worry about that right now. We need to focus on the Raleka. For Cat's sake and ours. We can figure everything else out later. Go get your stuff set up."

Easy for him to say. How was I supposed to focus on the mission when I was expected to sleep with the woman I'd just seen without a stitch of clothing on? She'd already been weighing on my mind before that and now I had that image of her appearing every damn time I closed my eyes. It wasn't worth arguing over, he wouldn't change his mind.

She was about to come. I couldn't shake the look on her face, the way her legs were trembling. She was still wound up, unsatisfied because I'd interrupted her before she finished. I want to feel that tight body convulsing on my dick… I forced the thought away.

Nodding, I pulled on my jacket. I needed the time away from them all. I loved Brando and Suave like brothers, but out of all of us I needed the most space. Being around people irritated me most of the time. I liked being alone. Craved it. But at home, we all lived together, worked together, did everything together, so I took the time as much as I could to escape and decompress.

The sun was sinking as I studied the house, deciding where to put my equipment. I lit up a cigarette, letting it burn down in my hand as I got the lay of the building. It was just an excuse to be outside so anyone walking past wouldn't wonder what I was doing. I didn't smoke much otherwise, usually only when I drank, which also wasn't much.

This was going to take an hour or two and I knew it was going to be impossible to get Cat out of my mind. Especially after Brando insinuated that Suave might be fine about sharing her. Not that I planned on partaking. The last thing I needed was a distraction. And that was exactly what Cat was. Brando was right, I needed to focus on the mission. I couldn't do that if I was thinking about the woman upstairs. Sighing, I got to work doing my job. That was all I needed to think about. The job.

CHAPTER 12

Brando

Ichuckled as I watched Weaver leave. He was wound up tighter than a coil and soon he was going to snap. He may not know it, but I did. That was the reason I'd put him in with Cat. I was hoping maybe he'd catch some feelings for her. Or at least give into the demands of his own damn body.

Weaver wasn't like me or Suave. He needed emotions there to sleep with a woman. We hadn't spoken about it yet, but I knew Suave wouldn't mind us being with Cat. In fact, I had a feeling he was hoping we'd keep her permanently.

That was the plan we'd come up with a few years prior, once we'd realized that after retirement we wanted to stay in each others' lives. Suave and I had talked, at length, one night while we'd been drinking. We'd find a woman that we all got along with and liked, and we'd make her our wife. The three of us. Not that we'd clued Weaver into our plan. He just thought we all planned to live together through retirement. He was basically a genius, but when it came to social shit he didn't think about things. So the idea of having a wife join us, and hopefully kids, didn't occur to him.

We'd left him in the dark. No need to have that talk until the time came. Adding another person into our house would be tough on him, but as long as he was into the woman, it'd straighten itself out. He did better meeting people in neutral places than he did bringing them into the space he owned.

Some people didn't understand our lifestyle. I wasn't in love with the guys, and they didn't love me. Not as anything other than brothers and friends anyway. We just preferred to share a woman, rather than bringing three into our lives. Getting women who would be happy living together with other women would be damn near impossible. Then having to deal with all the fights that would inevitably happen over decorating, scheduling, and everything else just wasn't worth it.

We were possessive men, even Weaver, but for whatever reason, I didn't mind my brothers loving the same woman I did. So, we planned to have one wife for us all. As long as she loved us equally we were fine. I was looking forward to it. Which was why as soon as I realized that Cat and Suave had history, more than just casual dating, my mind began to drift toward bringing her into our lives.

If Weaver's hard-on after catching her in the shower was any proof, we were all attracted to her. This mission would actually give us an idea of whether she'd work well in our lives, or if this plan was doomed to fail. So far, she'd passed with flying colors.

I liked my women sassy, smart, and opinionated. It gave me the chance to put her in her place when I needed to. Or just wanted to. It sounded weird, but I was so used to being the leader, that was what I expected in my personal life as well. Suave and Weaver were happy enough deferring to me. I wanted my girl to give a little push back. Then I got to show her why she was happy with me being the boss. I was a dominating man and that played out both inside the bedroom and out of it.

Cat didn't seem to mind too much when I pushed her around a little upstairs. If she hadn't stopped me, I probably would have ended up fucking her right then and there. It was good that she put the brakes on. Even though I had a feeling Suave would be fine with us sleeping with her, especially if the goal was to keep her in our life long-term, I still needed to speak to him about it first. It was the courteous thing to do. And when men shared women, we needed to be careful not to tread on toes. That would fuck things up between us. Not something any of us wanted.

"I'm glad you think this is funny."

Turning, I looked up to where Cat was standing on the third step up the staircase. It was almost like she didn't trust herself to come closer. Or maybe she didn't trust me. Either way, just the sight of her made me hard. Remembering back to when I was kissing her wasn't helping either. She'd taken the time to put some clothes on, but her long dark hair was still wet and she didn't have any make-up on.

"Not sure what you mean."

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