TRINITY

"Tri, lie down," Bash commands.

I'm naked on top of the cold granite kitchen island in seconds.

I open my mouth, but I run out of words, or maybe my brain is processing something different. All I do is follow his order. 

"Sorry, mate." I hear him mutter under his breath.

"What?" I ask, raising my head to look at him, but my head falls back to the granite, which almost hurts. His mouth is on my wet core.

"Oh, God!" I grunt in surprise, gripping ...