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

by Logan Fox

  “No.” I shake my head, widening my eyes. “No, Rube, he wasn’t.”

  At least, not like they think he was. There was pain, but it wasn’t entirely unwelcome. I guess I’ve changed since they first met me at Saint Amos all those years ago. Terrified, weak little Trinity Malone doesn’t exist anymore. Maybe the change has been too subtle for them to register, or maybe they all want to remember me as the timid, innocent girl I was…but it’s time they saw me for who I really am.

  “I…I think I understand.”

  “Understand what?” Rube barks.

  “Him.” I reach past and press a hand to Zach’s chest. Then I drag my gaze from Reuben’s shocked eyes and stare up at Zach instead. “Why did you wait so long to tell me?”

  Zach holds my gaze for a second before he looks away. He clears his throat, and as if that sends a signal to the other men, they’re suddenly sharing glances with each other as they move closer. Apollo hands Zach a towel, and he wraps it around his waist before they cluster even closer. Now I’m surrounded by all four of my men, Cass flicking wet hair out of his eyes and tugging at his wet clothes, Apollo gazing at Zachary like he just told us he’s going to perform a magic trick, and Rube staring daggers.

  But they’re quiet, and they listen, and that’s all anyone could ever have asked.

  “You know how scared you were?” Zachary whispers, trailing his fingers down the side of my face. “Now imagine…” His voice disappears until he clears his throat again. Then he cuts his gaze to his brothers, looking away as soon as they make eye contact. “Imagine feeling like that every second, of every day.”

  My heart clenches as a sob wrenches through me. “Oh God,” I murmur, clapping my hands over my mouth. “Zach.”

  His throat moves as he swallows, his eyes still downcast. “I used to be scared when I was a kid, before I ever went into that basement.” His voice hitches, but he pushes on. As he speaks, Rube starts leaning back as if the weight of Zach’s words pushes him away.

  “My dad would hit me sometimes, and the worse was I never knew when it would happen. Sober, tipsy, good mood, bad…there was no way to tell what day it would happen. But it always happened at night. Two, three times a week. Sometimes less, sometimes more. It was the not knowing that got to me. That constant panic every time I heard a noise outside my room after dark. But I managed. I had my coping mechanisms.” He frowns hard, and then shakes his head as if he’s trying to get rid of a horrible thought. But it has to stick, because his mouth trembles a second before the words start spilling out again.

  “I’d imagine it was someone else hurting me. A monster that came into my room at night wearing a mask that looked just like my Dad. He was the one who slapped and kicked and beat me. He was the one who’d—” Zach cuts off hurriedly, visibly dragging in a breath that puffs out his chest. He glances up, scans us, and finally ends on me.

  His eyes are the color of shadowy moss.

  “Over time, that monster took on a life of its own. It would creep out of the pantry on an overcast day, oozing from those dark shadows like a slug. I couldn’t sleep anymore—even with my nightlight on, all I could see were shadows. And every shadow was a portal into the monster’s realm, a place where it could step through and come visit me with its hands and its fingers and its—”

  His throat bobs hard, and he squeezes closed his eyes.

  In a rush, he says, “And then they threw me down there in the dark. All day, every day, the dark. There were no portals anymore. No visits.” His eyes squeeze shut tighter, and when he forces them open his lashes are glimmering with tears. “Because I was there, in his world. And that monster breathed down my fucking neck every second of every day.”

  There’s a long silence filled only with the sound of the pouring water.

  “You never said—” Apollo begins.

  “Because it promised me if I ever did, it would start hurting you too,” Zach cuts in, fast and furious. He lifts his eyes reluctantly. “You already had such heavy fucking crosses to bear…how could I?”

  He looks at me, and it’s as if a spear pushes through my chest. A hot tear flashes down my cheek. “We can fix this,” I whisper. “Your therapist, she can—”

  Zach starts nodding. He reaches out an arm and slings it around my shoulder. Then he holds out his other, beckoning his brothers.

  But they just stand there, watching. Not moving. My heart spasms painfully, and a sob gets past my defenses. Gently, Zachary draws me into a hug.

  “You already have,” he murmurs, his lips brushing the top of my head. “I don’t get the nightmares anymore.” His voice quakes, but he talks louder, strengthening it. “And last night…it was the first time I slept straight through.”

  I lean back, staring up at him through watery eyes. “Your insomnia…it’s gone?”

  He shrugs a little. “I don’t know. But it was last night.” He looks past me at his brothers. “And all I can hope is that it will stay that way.”

  “So why the fuck all the theatrics back at the cabin?” Cass demands coldly. “When we said it was over, why the fuck didn’t you just agree?”

  “Because—” Zach stops, takes a deep breath that pushes his chest into mine. “Because I’m scared,” he whispers unsteadily. “I’m scared, and I don’t know why.”

  In a rush, his brothers are suddenly clustered around us. Arms wrap us from all around. Four different scents mingle and merge, and I lose myself in that heady aroma.

  “Jesus Christ,” Cass murmurs. “You just drop kicked my fucking heart, Mason.”

  I laugh, but it’s a muffled sound. As if they realize they’re crushing me, my men step back, giving me a little room. I sniff, swiping my hands over my eyes as I twist my head to look at each of them in turn.

  “You know what we need, don’t you?” I say.

  There’s a pause. Then Reuben says, “I know what everyone needs,” he says gruffly, but his eyes are on Zach. My skin tightens, my heart kicking up a notch at the dangerous glint in his eyes.

  “Rube—” I start, twisting so I can try and put myself between him and Zach.

  “You, Cass and Apollo need some alone time,” he says, his gaze not shifting one iota. “And I need to speak to Zachary.”

  “But—”

  A big hand falls on my shoulder. Rube squeezes me, and then looks down. His mouth curls up into a smile. It’s faint, and it’s sad, but it’s a smile. “There’s a lot we need to talk about,” he murmurs.

  He looks at Zach again. “Wait up. I gotta run some things by you.”

  There’s not a second’s hesitation. Zach moves to the side, tightening the towel around his waist, and follows Reuben from the bathroom. When I turn back, Cass and Apollo are watching me like hungry wolves who’ve just happened upon a lost little sheep.

  I won’t lie, my insides tangle with desire at that look.

  I put a finger in my mouth, looking up at them through my lashes as I twist shyly. “So…”

  “Stop acting coy,” Cass says, one side of his gorgeous mouth lifting as he steps closer. “We’re gonna spread you like a PB and J sandwich.”

  They take me back to the shower, but only to wash me clean. I assume it’s so that they can see just how dirty I’ll be when they’re done—Cass’s sweet tooth has moved into the bedroom, and Apollo’s never said no to chocolate.

  I end up on the king-sized bed, naked and dripping with chocolate and whipped cream. Apollo’s between my legs, his tongue driving me to my third climax of the night, while Cass kisses the life out of me.

  The fact that I can come at all is shocking. I should be so concerned that Reuben and Zach are alone, that their discussion could come to blows again. That I’m alone with Apollo and Cass, and that’s not something we do.

  But tonight has been a night of firsts. Apollo’s first kill. Reuben and I alone outside the cabin. Zach’s emotional breakdown, the first time I’ve ever seen him open up. Now this…

  I fist my hand in Apollo’s long, sandy hair, grindi
ng my pussy against his mouth as I feel an orgasm approaching. But he pulls away before I can finish, and ignores my sulky moan when he sits up and wipes his mouth.

  “I want to make sure they’re still fine,” he says, cocking his head in the direction of the bedroom door.

  “For fuck’s sake, they’re—” Cass cuts off when Apollo throws him a meaningful look that I recognize but can’t interpret. “Although, you really should check.”

  “That’s what I thought,” he mutters, half to himself, and then throws on his boxers and pads out of the bedroom.

  He shuts the door behind him.

  My stomach flutters and I quickly lay a hand on it. Was that a flutter? I’ve been reading parenting books and stuff, but for the life of me I can’t remember during which trimester I’m supposed to be able to feel Malachi moving inside me.

  “Twenty, twenty five weeks,” Cass whispers in my ear as he snuggles against my side. “Soon, but not yet.”

  “I’m not in the least surprised you know that,” I tell him, turning my head so I can smile at him.

  God, he’s so fucking gorgeous. There’s a small scar beside one eyebrow—he got it during one of our kills when the Ghost somehow managed to escape his binds and used the chair to bash Cass over the head.

  That was the last time we used ropes instead of plastic ties. The last time we ever left anyone alone with a Ghost.

  The last time.

  I shiver, and Cass pushes my shoulder so I roll onto my side, spooning me from behind. It means I can’t see him, but the warm body pressing up against me is a fair trade.

  He slides a hand over my hip and caresses my belly, then starts kissing the back of my neck.

  “Cass, we shouldn’t—”

  “Things have changed, my precious little slut,” he murmurs into my hair as his fingers describe sinuous lines over my goosebumped flesh. “And surprisingly, this time, for the better.”

  He shifts his hips, and I immediately feel the rock-hard length of his cock nest between my ass cheeks. I move back, grinding against him, and the groan he lets out fills me with delicious shivers.

  Raining tiny kisses on the side of my neck and my naked shoulder, Cass slides his hand down my leg and gently grasps me under my knee, lifting my top leg and setting it at a right angle to the other.

  Cool air touches my wet, exposed pussy, and my core clenches in eager anticipation of his touch. I let out a ragged sigh when he brushes his fingertips between my legs, leaving ghostly tremors in his wake. Dipping a fingertip inside me, he starts stroking my inner wall as his thumb swipes left and right against my clit.

  When he’s made sure I’m wet enough for him, Cass guides the tip of his cock against my entrance and starts teasing me with it, rubbing it through my slick folds as he nibbles on my earlobe.

  “Fuck me,” I whisper urgently. “Please.”

  “Such a greedy little slut.” He pushes an inch into me before stopping. “Are you even sure you can take it all?”

  “Yes!” I push back, forcing him deeper inside me.

  He groans, so I do it again. In seconds, I’m riding his thick, hard cock as he holds my legs apart. His fingers toy with my clit, pinching and rubbing it till I’m seconds away from bursting. He nuzzles my jaw until I turn my head to kiss him, and that’s when my climax slams into me.

  I gasp, my body locking with my legs sprawled open and Cass’s cock buried deep, deep inside me. I can feel his load filling me, oozing out of me as he fucks me through his own orgasm.

  Then the bedroom door opens.

  If I’d been able to move, I might have tried to get away from Cass, to look less like we were fucking. But before I can gather myself, the bed creaks with someone’s weight. Then another. Another.

  Oh God. My entire body pulses as I roll onto my back and stare up at my men.

  “Get that dick hard again,” Reuben grates out, his eyes flicking briefly to Cass. “Then get inside her.”

  There’s a flurry of motion, then I’m lying on my side again, Cass’s semi already nudging my back door. He doesn’t enter me yet, though. First he drags his fingers through my pussy and makes sure I’m dripping. Zach moves in front of me, cock in his hand and a ravenous light gleaming in his eyes.

  A big, warm hand grabs my leg, opening me up as wide as I can go. Cass slips his leg under my hip, lifting me up from the mattress and giving Reuben and Zach just the right angle to fuck me. But first they take turns stroking me, their fingers sending electric tingles through every inch of my body while Cass rubs his cock against my backdoor, reminding me just how full I’m about to be in a moment.

  Apollo appears at the top of the bed, a wicked grin on his face as he slides up to me. I smile up at him, and that’s all the invitation he needs. He tugs down his boxers and wraps a hand around his cock, urging it against my pouting lips. I suck his crown into my mouth, closing my mouth as a rush of warmth fills me.

  A second later, so does Rube.

  I barely get a warning before he rams his thick cock into me, taking my breath away as my pussy struggles to adjust to his size. But I don’t have much time, because Cass decides he’s had enough of waiting and starts forcing his cock into my backdoor.

  The stretch is delicious. The friction insane.

  My entire body sets alight with unfathomable pleasure.

  “Can you handle another cock, or do I have to wait my turn?” Zach grates out. My eyes flutter open, locking with his. He’s stroking his cock, alternating between watching me sucking off Apollo and Rube and Cass’s cocks thrusting into my dripping holes.

  “Her pussy’s too tight.” Cass groans as he eases more of his cock into my backdoor. “You’ll tear her open.”

  “Fuck that,” Rube says. “Our little slut can handle anything we want to fuck her with.”

  Apollo reaches down and starts stroking my clit as he pumps his dick in and out of my mouth. I moan, my eyes fluttering closed as hedonistic awe washes through me.

  A second later, Rube stops fucking me. He leaves his cock buried inside me, though, and moves a little to the side to make space for Zach.

  “Fuck, he’s doing it,” Apollo says, sounding as awed as I feel.

  Zach uses his fingers to smear my wetness over his cock, and then pumps it a few times before he dips down and pushes the crown against my clit. Cass starts moving in and out of me an inch at a time, keeping friction building in my backdoor while Rube and Zach negotiate their dicks inside me.

  It should be impossible. Fuck, it almost feels impossible when Zach forces the first inch of his rock-hard dick between my pussy lips. But then Apollo starts rubbing my clit again, and arousal slicks my pussy.

  “God, you’re so fucking wet for us,” Zach mutters. “And so tight.”

  “Go deeper,” Rube says, his voice strained. He grazes the top of my knee with his teeth, but his eyes are locked on where Zach is trying to fuck my pussy. “She’ll make room.”

  “Fuck you guys,” Cass groans. “I’m so fucking close. Can you hurry up already?”

  In a flash, Rube’s hand is around Cass’s throat, pinning him on his back so his hips are twisted where he’s still buried inside me. “You’ll wait like the fucking gentleman you are, hear me? And when we’re all good and ready, our lady is coming first. Until then, keep your fucking act together.”

  “Not helping,” Cass croaks.

  Rube quickly takes his hand away, and instead grabs me around the throat. “Keep your mouth open wide for Apollo,” he says, his green eyes blazing. “I want to watch you swallow every drop of his cum.”

  I moan around Apollo’s dick, my body thrumming like it’s about to disintegrate. Hot need and lust pour into me, my body growing tighter and tighter the closer I am to coming.

  Zach finally fills me another inch, and it’s possible they gave each other a signal, because that’s when he and Rube begin fucking me in tandem.

  Apollo thankfully takes his dick out of my mouth just as I let out a ragged scream of pleasure and pain tha
t seems to fill the entire room.

  “I fucking love it when you make that sound,” Zach says, his hands on my ass, wrenching me open for Cass.

  I self-consciously close my lips, but Cass thrusts hard into me, wrenching another yell.

  “I’m going to come,” I manage, the words as tangled as my mind.

  “Then so will we,” Rube says. His fingers tighten around my throat. “I want to hear you scream, little girl.”

  And I do. I can’t help it. When Zach and Rube start fucking me hard, their dicks plunging into me just as Cass is pulling out, my mind explodes.

  I’m aware that I catch someone’s hand, and that someone’s mouth lands on my clit, but I’m in the fucking stratosphere. I hear groans, and feel warm cum filling every inch of me. Apollo’s dick presses against my lips, and I swallow him down too, my body bucking in the last hard throe of my orgasm.

  Cass pulls out, sounding breathless, but Zach and Rube stay buried inside me, still moving against each other, still stretching me to the limit.

  My back slams down onto the mattress, and only then do they slowly pull out of me. Zach and Rube stroke my pussy while Apollo and Cass cover my shoulders and breasts with kisses.

  “Oh my fucking God,” I whisper.

  His lips crooking into an evil smile, Zach cocks his head as he gazes down at me with pure adoration.

  “Amen.”

  Chapter Three

  Zach

  The sweet, cloying thickness of cigarette smoke fills my lungs. I’m on the penthouse balcony overlooking the light-studded city sprawled out below, having a cigarette as I try to calm my racing thoughts.

  I should be back there, cuddling. But I’d suddenly felt dizzy, overwhelmed, frantic.

  Out here, the air is crisp. The stars bright. The city a mass of twinkling lights that blur into big dots when I force my eyes to unfocus.

  The balcony door slides open, and Trinity steps outside.

  I force a swallow and quickly get to my feet. I was expecting anyone but her—she knows to leave me alone when I’m in a mood. But here is she, fucking glowing, and for the life of me I can’t tell her to leave me alone.