“Spencer, will you take me home and knot me?” Grace whined, trying to get her hands down my pants as I carried her down to the parking garage.
“Oh, I will, Darling.” I found my phone and activated the alert so I could find my car.
“Can Brennan watch?” She squeezed my dick.
I gasped, looking for flashing lights. There. “That’s up to Brennan.”
“Whatever you want, Grace,” Brennan assured, trying to keep stride with me.
Using my phone to unlock it, I found my key fob in the glove box.
“Grace, sit in the back with Brennan, okay?” I put her in the back and buckled her. Brennan climbed in. I didn’t wait for him to put on his seatbelt before I sped out of the garage.
“Mmmm, where’s my fidget toy?” Grace murmured, leaning over to kiss him.
Her peachy scent suffocated me, and I rolled down all the windows, trying to concentrate on the road and not on the fact that her hand was down Brennan’s pants, his pine scent thick with arousal.
“Jett’s getting Wes, Evan, and Riley.” Brennan glanced at his phone.
“Good boy,” she whispered, eyes closing. “I wanna be the filling in a Brennan and Spencer sandwich.”
“Whatever you wish, Darling,” I said. “Brennan, if you need to have her in the car, please go ahead."
“How did you get your car here?” Brennan gasped. “Gentle, Little Butterfly.”
“Sorry.” Grace giggled.
“The valet from the restaurant brought it to the hospital. One of the police officers kindly brought it to the Bureau for me. I should send them gift baskets.”
“I don’t feel good,” Grace whined.
“We’ll be home soon,” I soothed. Given it was the wee hours, there weren’t many cars, so I challenged the speed limit.
“What do you need, do you need my cock?” Brennan unbuckled her and got her down on the floor so he could feed her his dick.
Even with the windows open, our scents and pheromones were suffocating.
We pulled into the garage. I noticed the groceries by the front door, and I texted the group chat to bring them inside.
“Oh, that’s so good, Little Butterfly,” Brennan praised. “Let’s get you inside.” He scooped her up and went inside. “Downstairs?”
“Yes.” The nest she and Evan had been fixing up would be the best place.
“I want dicks,” Grace sang. “Dick, dicks, dicks, dicks, dicks.”
We went downstairs into the nest in the basement, which I’d never been in before, though I knew Wes and Evan had done a bunch of work on it. I turned on the lights. A giant bed, with pink and green brocade bedding, lots of pillows, and things clearly stolen from all of us, sat in the center. The walls were mauve. Art hung on the walls, and the couch and chair covers matched the walls. A pretty little chaise was there as well.
Oh, I could see fucking her on that.
Brennan tossed Grace onto the bed and began kissing her. I texted the group chat and took off my clothes, putting them on the chair.
I held out my hands as Brennan tossed me his and Grace's clothes, and I added them to the pile. My phone went onto the nightstand. Looking around, I adjusted the mood lighting. Yes, everything seemed like it would be nice and comfortable.
Another whine cut through the room. “Please, Daddy, I want my knots now. I’ve been so good.”
“Oh, yes, you have, Baby Girl.” I joined them on the bed and kissed her. She kissed me hungry, pawing at my body. “Tell me what you want.”
“Sandwich.” She gave both of us a challenging look, as if daring us to sayno.
