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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 Apollo 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 shewantedthis.

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.

It’s most certainly run out.

“Rube?” she whispers.

“Yes,” I say, after clearing my throat. “Tell me.”

She shakes her head. Turns her shoulder to me. And then she lies back against Zachary.

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