“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 I refused anything more permanent, but I was happy to help out Zach.
Except, now I can’t. I’m not allowed to be his pin cushion anymore. We’ll never get to finish the smiley face of cigarette burns on my stomach.
The shrink was horrified when I lifted up my shirt, which I found hilarious…which Zachary didn’t.
That was my last co-session with them.
So when he walks past and throws us a glare, it feels like it lands harder on me. Like I’m the one who said he has issues he needs to sort out.
Well…he did abandon us. And he didn’t do fuck all when Gabriel took our Trinity away.
So yeah.
Therapy is his punishment.
And he can glare at me all he wants for thinking I’m a hypocrite.
But I do feel for him. I can’t imagine what it’s like, having to deal with our shit on top of the maelstrom of pain and suffering churning around inside his head.
So I grin at him.
That makes him huff and turn his back on us. Big mistake.
Don’t ever turn your back on a wild animal.
Rube grabs the back of Zachary’s neck and shoves him forward, pinning him down on the bed.
Trinity gasps. Apollo shoots forward. I barely manage to grab the back of his shirt and haul him back before he can interfere. When he turns to give me an incredulous stare, I shake my head.
We all have 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.