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up a finger.

And then Trinity lets out a sulky, “Please.”

Rube nods his head.

All it takes is elbowing Cass in the stomach, then I’m the first through the door.

Chapter Twenty-Six

Cass

“You called,” I say, walking up behind Trinity and sliding my hand onto her shoulder. The black robe she’s wearing does all sorts of delicious things to my fingertips, especially when I trace her collarbones through the silky fabric.

Zach is sitting on the edge of her bed, looking mighty out of place against the pale pink bedspread.

Rube comes up behind me, but doesn’t pass. I guess he’s waiting to find out what she wants, just like me. Just like Apollo.

And, judging from the frustrated look in Zach’s eyes, he doesn’t have a fucking clue what this is about either.

“This is going to get a little tricky,” Trinity says, but without taking her eyes off Zach. But she puts her hand over mine, molding my palm over her shoulder. “Where do you think he’s going to sleep?”

Apollo’s about to say something stupid, I can see it, so I cut in with a quick, “It’s a king. There’s enough room.”

“Is there though?” Trinity muses. She glances up at me, pouting like she’s legit having to think about it.

Fuck, I could eat her whole right now. But rather than wolf my way through a delicacy like her, I’d rather take my time and slowly nibble my way over every inch of her.

“So what are you saying?” Rube says.

She looks over at him, and starts stroking the back of my hand. “I don’t think he’ll fit.”

Jesus Christ, she’s doing this on purpose. I don’t care how innocent she sounds, she’s got to know every single word coming out of her mouth is a double entendre. I mean, the guy’s sitting on her fucking bed. She’s wearing nothing but a silk robe. And I can practically smell how desperate she is for a fuck.

We’ve spent many nights in that pastel pink bed of hers—me, Rube, Apollo. Nothing more than some light petting and some serious kissing though. She’s constantly leaving us with blue balls, and then walking around like she doesn’t have a fucking clue how close we came to holding her down and just taking what she seems so ready to give.

I know it has to do with Zach. And I know Rube has this fucked up notion that he’ll rip her in half with his giant dick.

If I thought it would make even the slightest difference, I’d have told them all to spend some quality time on PornHub and see how many cunts get ripped apart on there.

We can’t break her any more than we already have…and I didn’t hear anyone complaining back then.

But after all the shit with Zach getting shot, Gabriel getting away, and our last chance at revenge decomposing in its own shallow grave…I guess we all suffered a bit of a setback.

Hopefully, that shit’s all settled now.

“Fit where, my little slut?” I ask her, sliding my hand down the front of her body and cupping a breast.

Zach’s eyes move to my hand, then up to my face. I grin at him.

He’s the sadist in the house, sure, but that doesn’t mean I don’t like fucking with him.

“On the bed,” she says, as if it’s painfully obvious what she was referring to. I give her tit an extra hard squeeze for that, and she lets out an indignant little gasp.

“Then he sleeps on the floor,” Rube says.

I barely stop a laugh, glancing at him from the corner of my eye. Rube walks up and comes to stand beside Trinity. He crosses his arms over his chest, and then cocks his head to the chaise lounge pushed against the glass wall opposite the bed. “Or the couch.”

“Hmm,” Trinity muses. “Maybe the couch.”

There’s a long, drawn out silence. Then Apollo ducks toward Zach and whispers, “I think she wants you to go over to—”

“Yeah, fuck,” Zach growls, standing in a rush. He comes close as he walks past, and gives all three of us a scathing glare.

I almost fucking giggle. It must be eating him up, trying to keep his temper in check.

I’ve been there to pick him up after each therapy session, and shit gets fucking real in those first few minutes as we fuck off out of Dana Point.

When Zach ratted on me to his shrink, telling the guy I helped him control his urges, I was dragged in there for a session or two myself.

Ain’t fuck all wrong with me, so