Page 77 of Deliver us from Evil

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 ifwedisobeyed 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.

The motherfucker actually fuckingchucklesat 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 arewebeing 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.

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