The Sinners of Saint Amos - Logan Fox Page 0,205

go out there, and you’ll listen.”

He tightens his fist in my hair.

It’s taken him a long time to even dare to do anything that might bring me the slightest pain. He’s refused to sleep with me ever since we arrived at this mansion. He keeps saying he doesn’t want to hurt me again. It doesn’t matter what I tell him. What his brothers tell him.

And I’m starting to think it has something to do with Zach. I know Rube’s not childish enough to bribe me, but…It’s as if he needs me to forgive his brother before he can even think of making love to me.

I’m not happy with the fact that I could be the one sabotaging my happiness.

Another twist. Sharp pain brings tears to my eyes that the shower’s rain setting patters away.

“Do you hear me?” he asks. His voice is gruff, tight. He’s getting close.

I nod, and even bat my eyelashes at him. Then I swirl my tongue as best I can around the tip of his cock, my core clenching at the salty taste of him.

He lets out a deep groan, and then thrusts hard into my mouth as if he wishes he was fucking me instead.

Don’t we both?

When he comes a second later, I swallow what I can, but some of his load trickles out the side of my mouth while I’m choking it down.

He pulls out, his cock bobbing an inch away from my lips as he uses his thumb to scoop up the cum dribbling down my chin.

“Don’t waste,” he murmurs. I dart forward, drawing his thumb into my mouth and sucking it clean.

“Good girl.” He strokes my wet hair, and for a second I think he’s going to put his cock back in my mouth for another round.

I guess I deserve it.

As much as I hate to admit it, he’s right. Ever since he came back from the hospital, I’ve been avoiding Zach. I refuse to listen to him, dodging every request he’s made.

Honestly, I’m surprised it’s taken this long for my men to call me to task for it.

Rube crouches, grabs my hips, and helps me to my feet. Then he smooths back the hair straggling over my face and kisses my forehead.

“When?” I murmur, closing my eyes. I’m pretty sure I can reschedule any date I set. More importantly, I’m hoping that if I do set a date, he’ll finally do the one thing I’ve been begging him to for months now.

Make love to me.

He trails his fingers down my body, slides his hand between my legs, and tests me with a crook of his middle finger.

His breath is warm and sweet on my face when I look up at him, waiting for his reply.

But he’s wearing a grim expression I don’t like one bit.

“Now.”

Chapter Twenty-Four

Zach

As soon as I realize my leg’s bouncing, I lean forward and rest my elbows on my thighs, lacing my fingers together. I’ve got nothing to fidget with, so I toy with my fingers, meshing them together then moving them apart, as I wait in the small den adjacent to the main bedroom.

Our bedrooms are on the second level, but Trinity sleeps on the top floor, and everyone usually joins her up there.

Except me.

I was banished the moment I set foot in my own house.

My leg starts jittering again until I push away that negative thought.

A cigarette would have helped. A joint would have been even better.

Trinity doesn’t like us smoking cigarettes inside the mansion. Despite the fact we outnumber her four-to-one, my brothers treat her word like law.

I don’t understand it. Not one fucking iota.

There’s no sane reason for us to bend the knee to a girl. Especially one as little as her.

But she’s got everyone wrapped around her little finger.

Including me.

Not that I’m complaining. Trinity fascinates me. Despite everything she went through she only holds one grudge.

I’ve heard her admit to my brothers that she’s forgiven Gabriel. Her parents.

But not me.

What gives?

Tonight is her last chance. If she won’t hear me out, if she won’t pass that same forgiveness onto me…then there’s nothing left for me to do but leave. It would kill me to go, to abandon my brothers again, but I’ll have no choice.

Maybe I’ll still get the kids on weekends, who knows?

I drop my head, letting out a rueful huff as I watch my fingers work against each other.

Then come the footsteps.

When I look up and see her standing a few feet away dressed in a silk robe that does nothing