Page 113 of Ready to Cash Out

Jupiter snorted dryly. “You really want to fuck right now?”

“Why not?” Trev wiggled his hips. “We got time, don’t we? Can’t exactly bust you out of here right now since you’re chained to a bed.”

Jupiter squeezed Trev’s ass, his fingers teasing under the edge of his shorts. “I suppose you could show me how creative you can be…”

“Do you happen to have lube with you?” Trev grinned. “Or do I need to go ask my big bro?”

“Do you have my duffel bag?”

“Yeah?” Trev hadn’t thought to actually look through it yet though.

“Go on and get it. There’s lube in the side pocket.” Jupiter smiled softly. “I had definitely pictured us celebrating our escape a little differently than hanging out with your family.”

“Just wait here.” Trev kissed him. “I can definitely take your mind off it.”

“I’ll be here.”

“Right. I mean, where else would you go?” Trev grinned as he crawled off Jupiter’s lap.

“Brat.”

“Your brat,” Trev teased back, swaying his hips as he strolled out of the room. He navigated his way back to the bedroom he was staying in and went for the duffel bag. It was unzipped, no doubt from Roger’s earlier snooping, and Trev located a small bottle of lube in the pocket just as Jupiter had said.

He headed back out into the hall, skidding to a stop as Erasmus and Mickey stepped out from where they’d been leaning against the wall on either side of the doorway. “Holy fuck! You are both so fucking creepy! Did you both go to fucking creepy sneaky school or something?”

Erasmus didn’t blink. Big surprise.

“Boss wanted us to check on you.” Mickey sneered. “Make sure you and Mr. Prospero are behaving yourselves.”

Trev held up the lube. “I’m about to go fuck his brains out. That okay with you, Mom?”

Erasmus actually laughed.

It was weird.

Trev turned around and marched back toward Jupiter’s room. Well aware that Erasmus and Mickey were following him, he started taking off his clothes as soon as he stepped inside the room.

Jupiter blinked. “Uh… You know?—”

“That Thing One and Thing Two are right behind me?”

“Yeah.”

“I’m aware.” Trev threw his shirt on the floor and then kicked his boots off. He turned around and batted his eyes at Erasmus and Mickey. “Did you guys want to watch or can I shut the door? I usually charge for a show, but hey!”

Erasmus tilted his head as if he may have been interested, but Mickey huffed and reached for the doorknob.

“Is that a no?” Trev cooed sweetly.

“It’s a we’re gonna be right outside the door, so you better not be trying anything fucking cute,” Mickey warned.

“The only thing I’m trying to do is get all up on some dick.”

Mickey shut the door.

Jupiter snorted out a laugh. “Did you really just tell the Shadow that you wanted to get up on some dick?”

“What? Uncle Fester?” Trev grinned as he shimmied his shorts down along with his underwear and stockings. He was now naked except for the collar.

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