CHAPTER FORTY-THREE

My limbs ached in the best and worst way possible. Morning met the three of us on the basement floor, limbs entangled while cuddling against one another. There was movement on the floor below but it looked like the people present got the warning not to disturb.

There was also movement in my bowels. I needed to pee. The bathroom was on the second floor and I could not make it there without being discovered. The men who laid on either side of me, pressing against my body, slept like newborn kids. I tried removing myself from their grip but it was futile.

“Pst!” I flicked a finger on Reed’s forehead.

He frowned in his sleep then smiled, snuggling closer. “Morning, my love.”

“I want to pee.”

“Connor, wake up,” he groaned.

The other brother sat up immediately, rubbing his eyes. “I’ll go get rid of them.”

Disturbed, I watched him leave without his clothes. How come he was so in touch with his nudity? In a few minutes, Connor kicked out his guests with a single order. They listened with