The Sinners of Saint Amos - Logan Fox Page 0,147

way I can stop Zachary noticing my sudden humiliation.

His lips quirk into an unfriendly, one-sided smile. “There she is,” he hisses. “Took you long enough.”

“I can explain,” I blabber out, immediately contradicting myself with a panicked, “I didn’t know!”

This makes the Brotherhood laugh.

Cass sits beside Reuben and me, wincing when his ass touches the cushion. He sticks his hand under my skirt and trails his fingers up the inside of my leg. “Really expect us to believe that?” He lets out a huff of a laugh and then strokes a knuckle over my underwear. I squirm against Reuben, trying to get away from his touch.

Which is when I realize something that’s been nagging at me for a while.

Reuben’s got a hard-on. And every time I move, he gets harder.

Fuck.

“I didn’t know!” My voice wavers. “Please, you have to believe me. I only just found out.”

“And you didn’t think to tell us?” Zachary says. His fingertips dig into my thighs as he leans close enough to kiss me. “Didn’t think we should know?”

“Does it matter?” I shout. “Does it change anything?”

At this, they’re silent. Zachary even draws back a little. I squirm again, but hurriedly stop when I realize that’s a bad move.

Zachary drops his gaze to my lap. And then I can’t help but shift because it’s as if I’m stark naked.

He looks up at me without lifting his face, staring at me through thick lashes.

“It changes everything, girl.”

Chapter Forty-Three

Zach

Trinity doesn’t like my statement. Oh, she doesn’t like it one bit. But there’s fuck all she can do about it, isn’t there?

Fuck all she can do about anything right now. If there’d ever been a good time to stop this in its tracks…well, she flew by it about ten minutes ago.

My brothers are ravenous wolves and she’s the little rabbit that sprung the trap. Me? I’m the hunter who set the trap, and that with only one purpose in mind—to catch something they can sink their teeth into while I watch.

Apollo rips down the front of her dress, exposing her perky tits to the room. To those rabid wolves.

And they descend on her every bit like a predator on prey.

My fingers slide off her thighs as I sit back in my seat and take out my cigarettes. I nip one out of the box and light it as Cass and Apollo duck their heads and consume her nipples with hungry lips and ferocious tongues.

Thick, warm smoke fills my lungs. Watching them, a surge of blood hardens my cock behind my jeans.

Trinity lets out a whimper of protest and tries to move away from their mouths, but there’s nowhere for her to go.

“Stop!” Her yells don’t exactly fall on deaf ears. In fact, Cass and Apollo both look up at each other when they hear her. With perfect timing, they grab the sides of her dress and yank it down to her hips.

That’s when she really starts thrashing.

But with Reuben holding onto her throat, his other muscular arm strapping her waist, she can only wriggle around like a fish on a hook.

Between the three of them, they urge her dress out from under her hips and down her legs.

I lean forward and snag it, slowly dragging the fabric over her knees. That’s where it gets stuck—with Reuben’s legs twined around hers, I can’t take them off.

Lucky for me, I have a knife.

When I flick it open, she freezes. Her pale stomach trembles as she holds her breath.

“You’re not fooling anyone,” I tell her.

I lean forward, running the sharp tip of the knife over one hipbone, then the next.

Cass groans softly in the base of his throat, and shifts as if the hard-on trapped behind his jeans is giving him grief. That or his bruised ass. Probably a combination of the two because he enjoys pain as much as I enjoy inflicting it.

With her dress tangled around her spread-apart knees, only her panties on, she looks like a doll sitting on Reuben’s lap. His thick thighs are twice the size of hers. That arm of his looks capable of snapping her in half if she so much as breathes wrong.

It’s impossible to miss Reuben’s dick either. Still trapped behind his jeans, that massive ridge looks like it’s trying to nestle into her ass crack. No way she can’t feel it. No way she can’t realize where that dick is destined to burrow itself as soon as we’re done playing with our supper.

My cock wants to bust a seam trying to get out