Page 70 of Entombed In Sin

“Good night, gentlemen,” my stepbrother says dismissively.

Without waiting for a response, he shuts the door in their faces.

“Fuck those guys!” Knox snaps immediately as Thatcher and I turn around. “How dare they wake us up to…”

Knox’s words are muffled as I throw my arms around Thatcher’s waist. My stepbrother stiffens, but I don’t acknowledge his surprise. I bury my face against his bare chest and squeeze my eyes shut. For a second, I bask in the sound of his heart beating, knowing that a part of me is in there. This man holds me in enough regard to defend me, even when I’m not around. There’s no way Thatcher and Sagan would’ve known what Pastor Michaels did to me, but they must’ve picked up on something while at the funeral. Maybe they overheard gossip or maybe the pastor hinted at what transpired between me and his son during their altercation, but it doesn’t matter. Thatcher and Sagan were there for me, sticking up forme.

Thatcher’s arms start to come up to hold me, but I know if I let them come around me, I’ll break down into grateful tears I won’t be able to explain. I don’t want to talk about Trevor, and I don’t want to talk about what the pastor did. I simply want it all to be over. So, before my stepbrother’s arms wrap around me, Ilet go of him and step back. I choke back the tears that want to spill over and move away from him.

“What the hell happened, anyway?” Knox is asking Sagan as I step up to my other stepbrother.

I roll onto my tiptoes and kiss Sagan’s chin. Before he can react, I turn and head upstairs. Rather than go back to Knox’s room, I head back to mine. There, I flop onto my bed, close my eyes, and fall asleep with a smile on my face.

24

BEATRIX

“Alright, Morty, you’re all set for your family to pick you up,” I mutter to the ashes I’ve fit snugly into the pretty clay urn his family picked out for him. “I know you’re looking forward to going home, and I’m excited for you.”

After giving the top of the urn a quick, loving pat, I scoop up the paperwork beside it and then tuck Morty under my arm. Taking my time, I head toward the office. Bright Starr should be empty now, and I’m willing to risk running into anyone lingering in the hallway to get this up front. Since Trevor’s funeral and Pastor’s Michaels’s suicide two days ago, I’ve had about seven visitors from town coming in to apologize to me. Apparently, Pastor Michaels left a full confession in a note he’d shoved into his pocket. It had been found by the EMTs as they carted him the seventy miles to the next nearest funeral home. According to the people who came in, someone had put that note in the town’s paper. I don’t get the newspaper, and I don’t really care what was said. I just want all of that to be over.

Tomorrow, Morty’s family is planning to arrive early, before their flight out to Lake Tahoe to spread his ashes. Once I drop him off, I’ll be good to slip away and head up to the house for the evening. Knox made a strawberry tiramisu last night, and it wasthe best dessert I’ve ever had. I’d stashed a second sliver of the dessert away while the others descended upon it after dinner, and I want to grab it now before the twins sniff it out.

Who knew serial killers could have such a sweet tooth?

Maybe I can ask Knox to make another one just for us. Just thinking about him makes my heart flutter. Ever since his punishment, he’s been… sweet. I keep waiting for him to return to the old version of himself, but it doesn’t happen. Knox really has changed. His easy smiles are brighter than I’m used to, and he doesn’t hesitate to reach out and pull me to his side or drag me down into his lap while we watch TV. He’s still his flippant, cocky self, but it’s like everything Knox says and does is steeped with more emotion than I’ve ever seen out of him.

I don’t understand what spurred this change, but I like it. I like Knox more than ever.

I can tell that our new relationship has been noticed by the twins. Just last night, Sagan dragged me into his bedroom just before I could crawl into my own bed, and forced me to my knees. There, he’d looked down at me, his eyes so full of darkness, and growled between clenched teeth,

“Open wide, Little Viper, and let me feed you my cock.”

I’d taken his thick, heavy erection into my mouth, loving the velvety feel of his shaft sliding over my tongue.

As I took him to the back of my throat, he’d bellowed out, “Knox! Get your ass in here now before I tear it apart.”

As my tongue caressed Sagan’s cock and I sucked hard, Knox flew into the room with a big old smile. He’d taken one look at what was going on before coming up and dropping behind me to tongue my back door and finger me until I was screaming across Sagan’s dick. The look of absolute hunger and satisfaction I'd seen in Sagan’s eyes still causes my heart to seize. He enjoyed watching Knox and I.

Then there was this morning, when I found Knox perched on the edge of the kitchen table with his pants puddled on the floor. Thatcher stood between his legs, his dick buried deep in Knox’s ass. Knox’s cries of delight and whimpers for more of the hard snap of Thatcher’s hips had my heart hammering and mouth drying. They were incredible together. Knowing what had happened the last time I’d seen these two together, though, I knew I couldn’t stay. I’d almost managed to slip out of the room when Thatcher’s hips had stopped moving abruptly and his head suddenly turned to look over his shoulder at me.

“I’m sorry!” I’d blurted out, my heart racing with fear at having been caught. “I didn’t mean to?—”

“Come here, Little Sister.”

I’d moved toward him then, knowing I didn’t have another choice. I came to stand beside him, staring into his face earnestly, hoping he could see I wasn’t trying to spy.

“You’re just in time. Your doll wants to be played with,” he’d explained with a warm smile. “Take his spot.”

My fear had fallen away as excitement and heat coursed through my veins. I’d glanced at Knox, who turned to stare at me with a smoldering gaze. The hunger and longing in his eyes as he looked between us was enough to tell me he wanted this, too.

Thatcher pulled out of Knox, grabbed him by the throat, and jerked him up off the table and onto his feet. They stepped back, giving me room. Quickly, I discarded my clothes and sat right where Knox had been.

“You’re going to make us very happy, Pretty Boy,” Thatcher growled into Knox’s ear before forcing Knox to turn to face me. “Legs wide, Little Sister. Give your doll some room to sink his cock into you.”

I can still feel the imprints left by my pounding heart as Thatcher walked Knox toward me. I’d spread my legs, and Knox half-bent over me, braced his hands on either side of me on thetable. Before I could say anything, he’d stolen a kiss, and with a jerk of his hips, he stole my breath as his dick slid into me. My hands came up instinctually and landed on his bare chest. His hard flinch scared me, but when he let out a deep, heavy groan, I’d echoed it and my body clenched around him.

“What a good toy you are, Pretty Boy,” Thatcher had purred as he thrust back into Knox, who cried out against my lips. “Show my sister how much fun you are. How versatile you can be…”

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