Page 45 of Kept By The Agents

Weaver must have sensed my need because one of his hands slid between us and began rubbing circles around my clit. It was enough to send me flying. My body tensed as my climax crashed over me. I cried out, unable to hold it back. Weaver's thrusts became more erratic as he got close to his own orgasm. His hips slammed against mine as he buried himself inside me one last time. He let out a low groan as he came, filling me with his hot cum.

He collapsed beside me, spent and satisfied. He wrapped his arms around me, holding me tight against his body as our breathing returned to normal. Suddenly he stiffened next to me.

"What's wrong?" I asked, shoving up onto one elbow so I could stare down at him.

Worry clouded his face. "I didn't put a damn condom on."

Surprise flashed through me. "Do you have condoms with you?" I asked. I just assumed he wouldn't have any.

"We always bring them." My eyes narrowed at that, and he gave me an apologetic smile. "Doesn't mean we use them. Brando is just thorough." He hesitated, then continued, "I haven't had sex in four years."

Searching his face, I saw the truth there. Something else was building in those beautiful blue eyes. Something that looked like shame and despair.

I wasn't sure what memory left him feeling that way, but I wanted to fix it. To reassure him in some way. I leaned down and kissed him softly, my lips lingering against his for a moment before pulling back. "I haven't had sex in eight years," I admitted quietly. "I'm on birth control," I added. With neither of us having sex in so long we didn't need to worry about giving each other anything and it must have been a relief for him to know he wouldn't get me pregnant. That was the last thing either of us needed at this point.

His sigh lifted my body as I settled down and half sprawled over him again. Tonight was for us and the darkness would keep both our secrets safe. We seemed to have this unspoken agreement that our words wouldn't exist in the light of day.

It made me feel protected and cherished. If only for the moment. Everything would change once the sun came up, but for now we had each other.

CHAPTER 20

Brando

Ileaned against the sink and covered my grin with my coffee mug as Weaver came down the stairs. Taking a long swallow, I watched as he avoided my gaze and sat down at the table. Studying him, I didn't bother to hide my interest anymore. He looked exhausted. Not surprising considering the sounds that woke me up last night. My dick was still rock hard from listening in.

"You hungry?"

Weaver finally looked up at me. A red flush crept up his neck as he noticed my shit-eating grin. "Sure."

"Wasn't sure if you'd be full already."

His brows drew together over the frames of his glasses. "Why would I be full already?"

"From eating pussy all night." I burst out laughing at the look on his face. It was a mix of emotions, and horror, embarrassment and worry dominated. There was nothing for him to worry about, even though his eyes darted upstairs to where Suave and Cat still were.

"Fuck you," he muttered, but his eyes were still glued to the upstairs hallway, only partially concealed by the wooden railing.

"Suave's showering. Cat's still asleep," I told him, taking pity on the kid. He was six, almost seven, years younger than me, but I trusted him with my life. He was family. That was the only reason I gave him a hard time.

Weaver's shoulders relaxed and he looked back at me. "How-"

"You had her screaming, Bro," I said with a chuckle. "It was a nice thought for you to muffle her, but you sort of forgot about it halfway through."

"Jesus." He cast another look upstairs. "Did Suave hear?"

"Not sure. If he did, he didn't roll over so we could discuss you fucking while tugging on our dicks."

"You're such a smartass," Weaver said with a heavy sigh. "I'm worried Suave's going to be pissed."

"You're worried Suave's going to beat your ass," I corrected, setting my mug aside to scoop eggs onto plates for us.

He nodded as he accepted the plate and fork from me. I sat down across from him with my own plate of food. "He loves her."

"He does," I agreed. There was no point in denying it. It was written all over Suave's face every time he spoke about Cat. Which explained why we hadn't heard about her until we found out she was connected to this case.

"That's a problem."

I raised a brow. "Why?"

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