shit to work out with Zach. Trinity, in essence, opened the flood gates.
“You really think he deserves to sleep up here?” Rube grates, looking back at Trinity.
I’m shocked—and a little amazed—that her voice is calm when she says, “Yes.”
Rube lets him go.
Zach scrambles up, turns, and Rube’s hand is around his neck again. Zach lifts his arms as if he wants to grab Rube’s wrist, but then he looks over at Trinity, and his hands fall down beside him as he lowers himself onto the edge of the bed.
Now I’m wishing Apollo had heard more than Zach apparently confessing his love for Trinity, because the fact that Zach’s allowing this shit to happen? I’m guessing we missed some serious drama.
Although, “allowing” isn’t quite accurate, judging from the expression on Zach’s face. I’m guessing there’s a hurricane brewing inside his head.
I feel sorry for him, I do. But it’s about time he starts manning up.
“How about we use a reward system?” I say, and start stroking Trinity’s shoulder again.
“I’m listening,” she says.
Rube glances at me over his shoulder. “Reward for what?”
“If he’s good, then he gets to sleep on the couch.” I move my head beside Trinity’s, like I’m the devil whispering into her ear. “If he’s bad, he sleeps on the floor.”
Zach clears his expression, and no wonder. I like whatever game Rube and Trinity are playing. I want in.
Who knows…tonight we could all be winners.
Apollo’s lips tug into the wickedest smile I’ve ever seen on him.
Trinity steps forward, out of my grasp. And then over to Rube and Zach, gently moving Rube out of the way.
And the sonofabitch goes.
But I guess we’d be in just as much shit if we disobeyed Trinity right now.
She touches Zach’s chest, and then points to the pink, padded headboard with its big rhinestone studs.
“Sit.”
Zach’s mouth twitches, but he manages to keep his expression neutral as he shifts back on the bed until his back is against the headboard. He grabs a handful of her pillows, and he’s about to toss them over the side of the bed when Trinity clicks her tongue.
“Leave them alone.”
He grits his teeth, but then he subsides, looking totally out of sorts amid the mountain of girly throw pillows. And then Trinity climbs onto the bed. And then she takes off her fucking robe.
“Hey,” I call out.
She turns to look at me, eyebrows quirked up.
“What the fuck, woman?”
Now it’s one eyebrow.
“Impatient, much?” Apollo mutters next to me.
“Yeah, obviously.” I wave at Zachary. “How is this any kind of fair?”
Rube chuckles.
The motherfucker actually fucking chuckles at me.
“Do you want to sleep on the floor?” she asks.
I drop my gaze. Shake my head.
Trinity faces Zachary and slowly crawls over the bed toward him. He sits up a little taller, glancing over at us with a blank face before looking back at her. Like he thought he knew how this game would go, but now he’s fucking clueless.
You and me both, buddy.
I feel like going off and having a sulk. I didn’t sign up for a spectator sport. I love a good tennis match, but nothing beats actually holding the racket in your hands and slamming it into a fucking tennis ball.
But she doesn’t care. Trinity knows we’re all fucking salivating over her tight, curvy little body as it sways over to him.
She taps each of Zach’s ankles, and he spreads his legs so she can kneel between them.
This is goddamn animal cruelty. Why the hell are we being punished?
She tugs at his belt, biting her bottom lip as she eases his pants off and down his legs. She doesn’t even leave him with a pair of boxers.
I’m shocked he doesn’t have a boner yet, because I’m already rocking a semi.
Oh, right. He’s not wired like that.
That makes all of this even worse. This tease show won’t work on him.
She retreats, taking his pants with her. Then she tosses them over the side of the bed.
“Apollo.” She turns to look at the guy, and his face lights up like a Christmas tree.
He steps closer, and then pauses. “Yeah?”
Trinity lures him onto the bed with a crook of her finger, and then sits up on her knees when he gets closer. She looks up at him, for all the world like he’s the sun and she’s the head priestess of a sun-worshiping cult.
She runs her fingers through his hair.
Takes off his shirt. Helps him out of his pants. Then she pats his chest and turns to look at me. Beckons me.
I’m up on