The Sinners of Saint Amos - Logan Fox Page 0,212

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 that bed so fast I get carpet burn from the fucking sheet. She doesn’t have to help me out of my pants—they’re off before I get within a foot of her.

Trinity looks down at my dick and then back up at me with rosy cheeks. For all the world like the fact that she’s made me this hard is something she’s struggling to come to terms with. Then she pats me on the chest.

But I dart forward and kiss her instead. Because fuck the rules—I’ll go mad if I don’t taste her right this second. She responds with a moan that makes my dick throb, and then pushes me away.

“Wait,” she says through a laugh. “Just wait.”

“Fuck, woman,” I growl. “What do you think we’ve been doing the last six months?”

“Cass,” Rube says, voice low.

My skin prickles in warning, and I sit back on my haunches like the good little pet I am because that’s how desperate I am to ensure she’ll let me stay on the fucking bed.

I feel so fucking whipped right now.

And I couldn’t give a shit.

Is this what love is? Because, fuck, I’d never have thought it felt this good.

She calls Rube up next. The bed gives a little creak when he gets on, and I know I’m not the only one who flinches.

Come to think of it…if any one of us could break her, it would be him.

She tugs the towel from his hips, and then kisses each of his pecs while she stares up into his eyes. But when he reaches for her, she leans out of the way, shaking her head.

She takes Apollo’s hand and leads him to the middle of the bed. She positions Rube at her left, me on her right.

When she finally turns back to Zachary, he shifts a little like he’s wondering what’s going on in her pretty head.

And damn it, so am I.

Right now I wouldn’t rule out a circle jerk.

Then she turns around and offers Apollo her deliciously plump ass.

“Oh,” he says. “Fuck.”

I roll my eyes and start shuffling over to him. If he doesn’t know how to fuck our precious Trinity from behind, then I’m going to show him exactly how it’s—

A hand slams into my chest, halting me. I glare across Trinity’s back at Rube. “Man, come on.”

He shakes his head, and I swear he’s suppressing a smile. “Do you want to end up on the floor?” he asks.

Douche bag.

Meanwhile, Apollo’s murmuring, “Um,” and stroking Trinity’s ass like he’s never seen a woman in his life before.

I feel physical pain right now. And that’s because my cock is rock hard and I have nothing to stick it into.

Trinity reaches around and hands Zachary’s belt to Apollo.

I shiver. Hard.

I’d been staring so hard at her perky little tits, I hadn’t even noticed when she took Zach’s belt off his pants.

Which, I’m guessing, was her plan all along. Because judging from the groan Zachary lets out, Apollo’s suddenly stiff body, and an inhale that gives Rube even bigger pecs, none of them noticed either.

“Oh, Trin, no…” Apollo protests weakly.

So she slaps him with the belt. Not hard—I