The Sinners of Saint Amos: The Full 3-book Boxset

by Logan Fox

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 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.

  “Hey,” I call out.

  She turns to look at me, eyebrows quirked up.

  “What the fuck, woman?”

  Now it’s one eyebrow.

  “Impatient, much?” Apollo mutters next to me.

  “Yeah, obviously.” I wave at Zachary. “How is this any kind of fair?”

  Rube chuckles.<
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  The motherfucker actually fucking chuckles at me.

  “Do you want to sleep on the floor?” she asks.

  I drop my gaze. Shake my head.

  Trinity faces Zachary and slowly crawls over the bed toward him. He sits up a little taller, glancing over at us with a blank face before looking back at her. Like he thought he knew how this game would go, but now he’s fucking clueless.

  You and me both, buddy.

  I feel like going off and having a sulk. I didn’t sign up for a spectator sport. I love a good tennis match, but nothing beats actually holding the racket in 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 mean, he barely even flinches—but it’s enough to make him reconsider his position on BDSM.

  He pats her with the belt.

  Christ. I can’t even.

  “She’s supposed to feel it, jack ass,” I tell him.

  Apollo looks up at me, cringes a little, and whacks her again. This time at least hard enough to leave a faint mark.

  She lets out a little sigh, and promptly lays her head on Zach’s thigh, an inch away from his dick.

  Which isn’t so flaccid anymore.

  “Do you want him to hit me harder?” she whispers, looking up at Zachary.

  All he does is groan, and then shift like he wants to get off the bed.

  Rube and I move in unison. We each grab one of Zach’s shoulders and slam him back into the headboard hard enough to rattle it against the wall.

  He sends us both an angry scowl, but settles down when Trinity moves a little closer, nestling between his legs like a sleepy cat.

  From the way her head’s positioned, I’m sure Zach can feel every breath on his dick.

  God, and here I thought she was torturing us? Zach’s got the best fucking view in the house, but he can’t touch her, can’t move…and worst of all, he’s not the one holding the belt.

  A powerless sadist.

  I fucking love it.

  And maybe that means I have a touch of sadism in me too, because I’m getting hard from the tortured look on his face.

  Apollo belts her again.

  Trinity puffs out a sigh.

  Zach groans and presses his eyes closed.

  “Watch,” Rube says, his other hand going around Zach’s throat.

  I wouldn’t call Rube violent—not in the slightest—but he does have a thing with necks. I don’t even want to go there, because I don’t know if it’s something related to his time in the basement, or a kink he picked up along the way.

  It’s also the only thing that Zach seems to respond to. And maybe that’s the sole reason Rube does it.

  Thwack.

  I stare down at Trinity, at the look of rapture on her face, and I know she’s not faking. The moment I set foot in her tiny room at Saint Amos, I knew she was a freak.

  I bust in there, and she looked up at me like I’d opened God’s bedroom window. But I get that a lot. And that’s not what did it for me. I knew the second I threw her up against that closet door that she was hot for me.

  Not like she was one step away from spreading her legs or anything. It was more…subtle than that. It was the way she looked at my mouth, how her breath turned into a little pant. Like she was terrified of what I was about to do to her…but she couldn’t wait for me to start.

  She loved what the four of us did to her the day we took her virginity. She flourished under our hands and our mouths and our cocks like a fern unfurling after the snow melts.

  Now she’s here, eyes fluttering as Apol
lo leaves stripes on her ass, and it’s perfect.

  Everything about this moment is perfect.

  I don’t know how long it will stay this way…but I’ll be praying every night that it’s forever.

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Rube

  It’s like I snap out of a trance when Trinity murmurs, “Stop.”

  Apollo lets up immediately. I don’t think he got in more than eight or so shots, but every blow to Trinity’s ass was torture for me, so I can’t imagine what he was going through.

  I wanted to stop him. I wanted to grab her and wrap my arms around her and then fuck up everyone who’d been watching and not helping her escape that belt.

  But she wanted this.

  And I don’t know how I’m supposed to feel about that.

  Apollo’s chest rises and falls as he looks up at us each in turn, like he’s also just waking up. He drops the belt and moves away, eyes widening when he sees his own hard dick.

  Why is he so surprised? No mortal man could have heard the sounds Trinity made and not have a fucking hard-on. We’re all hard—even Zach.

  I expect her to start sucking his cock. She was teasing him the entire time anyway, she might as well. I’d be happy to watch.

  But then she pushes up onto her hands and knees, and turns to look at me. Her eyes are a dark bronze, her cheeks flushed, her lips gleaming. She licks them, and I quickly focus on her eyes again, like she’d caught me watching porn.

  “Do you want to fuck me?” she asks, voice breathy, unsteady.

  I can barely speak but I manage to get out a rough, “Yes.”

  “How badly?” Another slow lick of her pink tongue over her gleaming lips.

  “Very fucking badly.”

  “Want to know how much I want you?” she murmurs.

  In that moment, it’s as if no one else exists. Everything—everyone—else fades away as she leans closer.

  We are all barely more than a foot away from her and Zachary. I can feel the warmth of her body. Zach’s.

  I take my hand off his throat, and he coughs—just once. But I’m still holding him back, away from Trinity, because if he lunges at her I might kill him.

  Which makes no sense, because I’m not a jealous man. But I guess I’ve just learned the extent of my patience.