The four of them were gazing at Tristan's chest, where I still had my hands squeezing his breasts.
"Keeping going." Adonis was leaning against the side wall of the cell, completely amused by the scene. "I want to engrave this in my memory for those times when I can't find anyone on Tinder to hook up with."
"You're into lesbian porn?" Dominick sounded intrigued.
"I'm an incubus. I'm into anything hot, and that right there is H.O.T. Even if it's Tristan."
"Tristana," I emphasized.
"Yeah. You forgot the A," Tristana said.
"Are we really going along with him being a girl?" Omarion questioned.
"Well, he's doing what a secret op would do," Dominick noted.
"As long as he's doing his job, there's no problem." Otis couldn't be bothered.
"Stay just like for five more seconds so I can take a picture," Adonis suggested. "Hmm, maybe I should have asked them to strip. Imagine having this printed on the wall of my red room?"
"Don't." Otis rolled his eyes. "I don't want to wake up to your silly fantasies, or worse yet, hear you moan all night long. Tired of it."
"He's still doing that?" Tristana asked. "You should record it and make him sing to it. It could end up being an international hit."
"Hmm." I thought about it. "The pleasure in sin!"
"That's a good title." Dominick nodded in approval.
"Are you guys hearing yourselves?" Omarion questioned us.
"That could actually be a good idea." Adonis grinned seductively and looked to his twin. "Let's do it."
"You're stupid," Otis grumbled.
"We're the same. Therefore, you're insulting yourself." Adonis seemed so happy about the sudden idea. "I should moan in different octaves. Imagine the money I can make with it."
"Are we seriously talking about this?" Omarion stressed.
"Well—" I began, but then recalled where we were. "Wait a bloody minute! What are you guys doing here?!" My voice shot up a tone in panic, worried the guards would come and lock them all up.
Actually...
I looked at their attire, realizing all three of them were wearing the same guard uniform as Omarion.
"I think our Princess got it," Adonis sweetly said. "Omarion? Mind keeping watch?"
"Sure." His eyes locked on me for a few seconds before he handed the key to my cell to Adonis and walked away. I felt a little bad for him being excluded, that warm part of me feeling a little colder from his distance. However, returning my eyes to the others and seeing they were truly okay filled whatever void I was feeling.
I'll attend to that later.
Once Omarion's footsteps faded, Adonis didn't hesitate to unlock the cell, open it wide enough for the three of them to slide right in, and close it.
I wasn't sure what I wanted to do. Hug them? Kiss them? Stand here like a dumb fool while Tristana's boobs were still in my grasp?
As I tried to decide what to do, Adonis took his phone out and took a photo.
"I always get it right the first time."
"Except when you had sex the first time and put your corkscrew in the wrong hole," Otis uttered with no remorse.
Dominick snickered, while Tristana began to giggle. "Some incubus you are!"
"Why are you ratting your twin out?!" Adonis snarled.
"Fuck off. You'd do the same to me if it made you look cool."
"I won't deny that, but it doesn't mean that my pride isn't wounded. You're making me look less appealing to our Princess."
"I think that only makes you more appealing to Cassandra." Dominick winked and looked my way. I removed my hands from Tristana's breasts and she moved right to the side as if gesturing for me to move.
When I didn't, she let out an exaggerated sigh.
"Oh, for heaven's sake, Cass. Go hug them or kiss them or just fuck them for all I care. You were crying your eyes out last night about how you missed these three dumbasses and now you're acting like a deer in headlights."
"At least she's a pretty deer," Dominick reasoned.
"Sexy," Adonis added.
"Can we just hurry up and hug? If not, I'll whisk her away and fuck her against the wall," Otis declared in defiance.
We all stared at him with wide eyes and gawking expressions. Tristana leaned over to me and whispered, "That so turned you on, didn't it?"
"One hundred percent," I replied in a hush.
"I can see why. It was actually kind of hot. So, this is how it feels to be a woman. Intriguing."
"Ugh." Otis gave up and walked over to me. Before he even hugged me, he flicked my forehead.
"Ow!" I gave him puppy eyes as I rubbed