by Logan Fox
But then he ducks his head and I can’t get another word out.
I lose myself in his kiss, feeling Apollo’s dick throbbing in my hand as I hang on for dear life.
Zach starts stroking my back door again, and my body starts to tremble. Cass pulls back, pushes open my jaw, and turns my head.
Apollo doesn’t quite make it inside my mouth. He shoots cum all over my lips and chin, and then tries to pull back, biting his bottom lip.
So I dart forward and close my lips over his cock, fitting as much of him as I can into my mouth, and licking him clean.
He lets out a low groan, his fingers sliding into my hair, tugging me down another inch.
Hands grab my breasts. Squeeze. It takes me a second to realize it’s Reuben. He wants my attention now, and I have no choice but to give it to him.
Especially when he drags me off Zachary, lands on his back, and puts me down on top of him.
My legs go to either side of his hips, and I drop my head when I feel cool air over my pussy. I’m spread open, perfectly poised for Zach and Apollo and Cass when Rube shoves the first inch of his cock inside me.
A hand caresses my ass. Slaps me—hard. I turn around, expecting it to be Zach…but it’s Apollo.
I lock eyes with Zach, and he moves around me on his knees.
Rube pulls his dick out and uses the crown to massage my clit. And then he grabs a fistful of my hair and drags me down for a kiss.
Which sticks my ass right into the air.
So no surprise someone licks me from pussy to ass and then sticks their tongue inside me. I whimper into Rube’s kiss, and he pulls back my head as if wondering what’s going on.
I can’t even look back. I have no idea who’s tongue fucking me. And when a second mouth joins the first, I have even less of a clue who’s doing what back there. But when Zachary comes into my peripheral view stroking his dick…
Well, it could only be Apollo and Cass back there.
One of them shoves a pair of fingers inside me. Fuck, for all I know, they each have a finger in there.
My mouth falls open, bliss quivering through me as Rube keeps rubbing his dick over my clit.
“Fuck, I’m getting close,” I warn him. Them.
They don’t listen.
They don’t fucking care.
Whoever’s fucking me with their finger, they start picking up the pace. Their hand thumps into my pubic bone, sending a violent pulse through me with each impact.
There’s a mouth on my clit now. A tongue that keeps lapping against my entrance. Another finger on my back door.
When Rube tightens his fist in my hair and shoves my head to the side, my mouth is already open for Zach’s dick.
Not because I was expecting Rube to force me to suck him, but because I’m gasping for air.
Rube uses his grip to slide my mouth over Zach’s cock, keeping up a steady rhythm. Then he grabs one of my hands, leaving me balancing like a tripod, and wraps my fingers around his dick.
I’ve never had to multi-task like this before. I don’t even know if I’m doing anything right.
But when a mouth latches onto my clit and starts sucking as his tongue flicks that sensitive nub, my climax speeds closer.
A second mouth licks my pussy as the pair of fingers ramming inside me slow…slow…stop.
“Fuck!” I pant out. “No! Don’t stop!”
But they do. Apollo and Cass pull back, leaving me a shaking, shivering wreck seconds away from a climax.
And then I realize why when Rube wraps his hand around my fingers, and helps me guide his cock to my entrance.
He uses the tip to push apart my lips, and slowly sinks the first inch into me.
Zach moves to the back.
Hands grab my ass and gently urge me to part even more.
And then a second cock brushes my pussy.
“No!” If I could have looked back, I would have, but Rube’s still got his fist in my hair. “No, you won’t fit!”
Zach lets out a dark chuckle. “Exactly what you said,” he says.
Then he drags his dick up and pushes it against my backdoor.
“No! Fuck!” I start struggling.
There’s no way I can handle this. It’s too much. Who the fuck was I kidding?
Rube grabs my head, brings me down close. “If you can take me, then you take him too.”
“No, please!” I’m still struggling, and Zach’s dick slips away from its target.
“Hold her down,” he growls.
Immediately, I have a hand on each thigh. Apollo and Cass force my legs open wider, and one of them even wraps an arm around my waist, holding me steady.
Someone starts teasing my clit with their fingertips. I hear someone spit, and feel wetness on my skin.
Zachary tests that too-tight opening again with his dick. “God, you’re fucking beautiful.”
Teeth nip my ass.
I’m done trying to figure out who’s doing what. I’m drowning in ecstasy.
Fingers touch my pussy lips, drag me open.
The arm around my waist forces me down, and Rube’s cock thrusts into me. Fingers stroke my backdoor the second Zach’s dick slips away, but it’s only to spread some lubrication. Because then he’s back, and he’s forcing himself inside me.
“No, God, please!” I’m sobbing. Choking.
I feel like I’m bursting, but there’s no pain. Just so much fucking pleasure I don’t know what to do with it.
I let out a hoarse scream when someone comes on my back with a groan.
And then Rube drags me down for a kiss. Filling my mouth with his tongue, as my pussy is forced down onto his cock.
When I come, the world stops.
I can’t breathe.
My body locks up.
And then the agony of pure bliss hits me. Warm wetness slides out of me as Rube starts fucking me. As Zach eases his cock in and out of my backdoor.
“Fuck her harder,” Cass commands behind me. “I want to hear her scream.”
And they hold me down so Rube can do just that.
And I do scream.
And then I cry.
And then I come again while I’m still recovering from my last orgasm.
But when Rube’s ready, and I see his face tightening, feel his dick throb, I grab his face and I kiss him as hard as I can.
Because I’m theirs. Wholly. Truly. To do with whatever they please. To admire, to worship, to satisfy, to fuck.
All they ask is that I accept the fact that they all need me. Each and every one of them.
And I do.
Because I need them just as much.
I’ve finally found my real family. They’re kind and loving and genuine.
Everything a family should be.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Trinity
I’m met with the aroma of baking bread, coffee, and bacon when I walk downstairs. My mouth is already watering by the time I reach the kitchen and see Cass at the cooker.
“Smells incredible,” I tell him, sliding onto one of the bar stools in the breakfast nook so I can watch him while he cooks.
I never knew he was such a keen chef. But he’s a hedonist like me, and food is one of our weaknesses.
He turns, bathing me with a gorgeous smile as he takes me in from head to toe. “Morning, my beautiful mess,” he says.
I laugh, not even bothering to disagree.
My curls are all over the place, the shirt I found on the floor to cover up my nakedness before coming downstairs happens to be Apollo’s too-big vest, and I’m pretty sure I have at least five hickeys on my neck.
Don’t forget the fact that I barely had any sleep last night. I’m surprised I’m not walking with a limp.
“This beautiful mess needs coffee,” I groan, but Cass puts up his spatula in warning when I attempt to climb off my bar stool.
“What did I say about setting foot in my kitchen when I’m cooking?”
I quirk an eyebrow at him, but I stay
where I am. I’ve had my ass pummeled with that spatula before, and I don’t think I can handle that level of sheer eroticism so early in the morning.
Not without coffee.
Not while Cass is wearing my cooking apron.
He gives me an evil grin, as if he’s reading my thoughts, and briefly abandons whatever heavenly dish he’s cooking to make me a cup of coffee.
“Are you saying I’m not capable of pushing a button?” I ask dryly, as he sets down a cup in the espresso machine.
“You shouldn’t have to,” he shoots back. “Not after what we put you through last night.”
I blush, and try to cover it up with my hands before he can notice. But he looks back just in time to see my cheeks turn red.
“Fuck, girl,” he murmurs, “Don’t make me come over there and give you something to blush about.”
I barely stop a giggle from spilling out, instead focusing on the coffee Cass slides over the marble-top island toward me. He tosses the bacon and onions he was frying into a large bowl and starts stirring it as he sends me another lewd smile.
Oh God…is he making a frittata again? I take a quick sip of coffee to wash down the saliva flooding my mouth. And I’m not drooling over the food.
Cass looks like he just walked out of a photo shoot. I know he doesn’t use product in his hair, so how can it look like he spent hours in front of the mirror teasing it into the perfect bed-head style?
Does it even matter that my apron has a pink unicorn on it?
No, it does not.
He rocks awsum.
“Now you let me get this in the oven, then I’m taking you upstairs and—” he begins.
“Breakfast will have to wait,” Rube says from the stairs.
We both turn, Cass with spatula raised, me with my coffee cup by my lips.
As soon as Cass spots Rube, he switches off the oven and starts untying the apron. “What happened?”
Rube looks grimly at me, and then flicks his fingers. “Best if you see yourself.”
My stomach lurches.
No.
No, no, no! I want to stamp my foot like a five-year-old. Can’t I have a little bit of normal?
Cass and I follow Rube up the stairs to Apollo’s room. It’s kitted out with a double bed, and a computer station that—to me, anyway—looks like something out of the Swordfish movie.
The computer area is the only part of his room that’s not chaotic. Everything else is partially submerged under magazines, surfing gear, or clothes.
“Do you ever let the maid in here?” Cass asks. He picks his way across the floor like he’s walking through a minefield.
“She was in here yesterday,” Apollo mumbles absently, and then pushes away from the table, pointing to one of three massive monitors.
Honestly, the only thing he’s missing is a hologram projector.
“What is it?” I ask, standing in the doorway. I don’t have a thing about untidiness…I don’t like computers very much. The most time I’ve ever spent on one was when I was copying the files for them off Gabriel’s laptop.
I guess maybe that’s why I don’t like them—they only remind me of bad things.
“It’s an article posted a few days ago,” Apollo says. “It’s…uh…” he looks up at Rube, who nods. “It’s about Gabriel.”
I frown at him. “He made the news? Why would he do that? He’s got to know the police are after him?”
He has Zachary’s attempted homicide hanging over his head, a fact that I’m pretty sure was made clear when the police taped up my old house and then froze his accounts.
But it was like he disappeared into thin air after his discussion with Apollo. The police couldn’t find a trace of him, and neither could we.
It’s been months.
Secretly—selfishly—I’d hoped the guys had put everything behind them. That they were starting new lives and leaving their Ghosts and Guardians and all of that behind them.
Now this.
“He…kinda didn’t have a say in the matter,” Apollo says.
I roll my eyes. “What have I told you lot about being cryptic? It’s just plain annoying.”
Crossing my arms over my chest, I venture deeper into Apollo’s room, until I’m standing beside Rube. He smooths a hand down my head, toying with a curl as I lean in to read what’s on Apollo’s screen.
VIRGINIA PRIEST FOUND DEAD IN TIJUANA
My skin goes cold. “No,” I murmur. “Oh my God.”
The article states Gabriel’s body was discovered by hotel staff in his room in Tijuana, Mexico a day after he hung himself. What the hell he was doing there was anyone’s guess.
I stop reading halfway through. Clear my throat. “Well…I guess that…ends it?” But when I look up at my men, they’re all staring at me like they’re waiting for the other shoe to drop.
“What is it?”
“You read that last bit, right?” Cass asks, pointing.
I decline to answer, instead I’m craning over Apollo’s shoulder again.
The last line of the article sends a centipede crawling down my back.
The executor of Father Gabriel Blake’s estate requests that any next of kin contact them urgently.
And then a phone number with a Virginia area code.
“Nope.” I shake my head as I retreat. “Not interested.”
“Trinity,” Rube says, sliding his hand down my shoulder. But before he can grab me, I dodge away from his touch.
“Nope.” I cross my arms even tighter. “Nope, nope, nope.”
When I turn, fully intent on stalking out of the room, Zachary’s barring my way.
God damn it! I hate it when they gang up on me outside of the bedroom.
“I’m not calling,” I tell him, holding up my hands. “You can’t make me.”
“What if he left you something?” Apollo asks. “Don’t you want to know what it is?”
“I couldn’t care if he left me a private jet and some of Fort Knox’s gold,” I say, glaring at Apollo over my shoulder. “I don’t want anything to do with him.”
“He’s your father, Trinity,” Rube says.
“He’s most definitely not.”
“Whatever you don’t claim goes to the state,” Zachary says.
I turn away from all of them, instead staring out the window at the distant sea. It’s idyllic out there which is bullshit, because nothing short of pre-hurricane weather will suit my mood right now.
“Including whatever’s in that safe.”
The sudden hush in the room after Zachary’s statement isn’t from us being quiet. It’s the hush of breaths being held.
Shit.
I forgot about the safe.
But from their reactions to Zachary’s statement, my men haven’t. For all I know, Apollo’s still been running his password cracking software every second of every day since they left Saint Amos. In fact, now I’m pretty sure they’ve never stopped searching for their Ghosts.
And I want to keep them from their truth because I’m too busy being happy?
I turn to Zachary. “Then go. You can take my social security card and claim whatever—” I wave at the computer “—it is.”
Zachary shakes his head. “You have to be there in person.”
“Yeah? And how would you know?” I have no right to be angry with him, but I need to channel this frustration—this fear—somehow.
“Because when I had to claim my inheritance after my parents died, I didn’t want to be there either.” He looks up, to the side. “But I’m glad I did, because at least we have a roof over our heads.”
The bastard is guilt-tripping me.
And it’s working.
I’ve contributed nothing to our home. I would have, obviously, but I don’t have a penny to my name. No job. No inheritance.
But if Gabriel left me something…
“Fine,” I snap. “Then let’s go.”
“What about breakfast?” Apollo calls out as we all stream out of his chaotic
room.
“We’ll get something on the way,” Cass says over his shoulder.
“Aw, man. I was looking forward to that.”
My stomach grumbles quietly to itself as I head upstairs to change.
Yeah, Apollo. You and me both.
Chapter Thirty
Trinity
I don’t like this place. There’s too much chrome and glass and expensive-looking art on the walls. Gabriel’s executor—a middle-aged woman whose name I already forgot—has a habit of clicking her pen after every statement she makes, like a judge banging her gavel.
“And this is the last one. If you’ll just sign here.” She taps a line on the paperwork, as if I’ve been struck blind and can’t notice the bright yellow post-it arrow stuck to the side of the page. And then clicks her pen.
Click.
I sign. Date. I slide the form over to Reuben. He signs as a witness. Dates.
The lawyer takes the paper back and then stands, going over to a cabinet with a keypad on the side. But not before she runs her gaze over my men.
I don’t know how much she’s figured out about our relationship, but the fact that all four of them accompanied me into the room probably gave her some clues. Then there were the hickeys I wasn’t allowed to cover up with makeup. Four hickeys…four men…
She should know they’re mine. And I swear, if she looks at them like they’re a deep-dish pizza and she’s just come off a fast, I’m gonna—
“Almost done,” Rube says, sliding his hand onto my thigh.
I’m wearing a sunny empire-waist dress. I should feel like a doll, but I don’t. Which is weird, because it definitely felt like Cass was playing dress up with me. He always insists on dressing me and anyone else who doesn’t have enough willpower to turn him down before we leave the house.
My curls are scooped up on top of my head, but a few straggle down around my neck. I’m even wearing a touch of lipstick and a slick of mascara, which is usually all they allow me to wear, makeup-wise. I was also denied underwear, but that’s a battle I lost a long time ago.
Thankfully I managed to get away with a pair of mules and not high heels like Cass almost always insists I wear.
