“Oh. Because of the Asian mafia syndicate thingy?” Moshe smiles indulgently at his wife, then pisses her off when he taps the spoon on the tip of her nose.
“Yes, but also The Piedmont Triad here in North Carolina.” Seril rolls her eyes and wipes her nose. I shake out Sophia’s napkin and place it in her lap, while Yak starts filling her plate with food. I pour a glass of chocolate milk for her, kiss her temple, and then start filling mine.
“Alright, so what do we call them?”
“Is there sword crossing?”
“Triangular affair?”
“Devil’s three-way?”
“Tricycle?”
“Triumvirate?”
“Oh, you went old school Roman, I like it.”
“Why are we here? We could have just had breakfast in our suite.” Sophia’s face is bright pink as the others discuss our relationship. Her big doe-eyes pleading with us to make it stop.
“Do you want me to kill them?” Yak asks seriously. Sophia snickers but shakes her head. “I can maim them.”
“No, no violence necessary.” Sighing, she looks around the table. “They’re like squirrels, something shiny will catch their attention soon.”
“Ruthie!” Tovah’s voice quiets the table. Ruthie glances at her cousin warily, which is a fair reaction to the Dark Queen. “I am afraid you have been dethroned, Kinky Kitten.” Tov waves her hand at the three of us. “Hat Trick here is now top dog.” Ruthie’s eyes brighten, then she jumps out of her seat and rushes from the room.
Zeppo glares at Tovah. “Why are you even up right now? Shouldn’t you be getting comfy in your coffin?”
Dottie sits across from us, Ezra at her side. “Sophia?” I brace for impact, unsure how Sophia’s sisters will react to the three of us being together. “Is this what you want?” Sophia shakes her head. Now my balls are attempting to flee. She was an enthusiastic participant—
“Absolutely not. I wanted the three of us to stay naked in bed all day. But I was forced to come to breakfast. Yak said it’d be fun.” She turns a mutinous glare on Yak who remains unfazed next to her.
He shrugs. “I’m having fun.”
“Sophia, are you happy?”
She nods emphatically at Rose. “Absolutely.”
“We’ll discuss—”
“I have an appointment already scheduled with a therapist Vandy recommended.” Sophia interrupts Dottie, and smiles at Vandy. “Thank you again.”
“You’re quite welcome.” Vandy’s brows slant as she studies the three of us. I have a feeling we’ll be the subject of scrutiny for a while.
Ruthie, out of breath and flushed, runs back into the dining room with an ornate wooden box in her hand. She slides to a stop next to Sophia. With a solemn nod, she presents the box to Sophia, dropping into a low curtsey. What the fuck is happening?
“This is yours now.” Sophia accepts the box with shaky hands. She glances at Yak and I, then leans forward to address Tovah.
“What is this?”
Tovah sits back in her seat, her hand on the back of Masud’s neck. “Ruthie’s reign as kinkiest of the Kosher Nostra has come to an end. She now passes the mantle to you, Sophia.” Tovah raises her glass of orange juice high into the air. “May you remain connected through all of life’s troubles, because together you are stronger than you could ever be apart.” We all drink to her toast, several of us clearly baffled by her kind words.
Until Sophia opens the damn box.
“Is that an octopus?” I ask lowly. My dick reacting before my brain can process.
“It has NEVER been used.” Ruthie assures Sophia. Our girl is speechless, her mouth open, eyes practically bugging out of her head.
Tovah sighs dramatically. “Pity. That is a cocktopus. Use it by itself or wear it as you stretch her to her limits as you enjoy the mini-massaging beads inside with a detachable 5-speed vibrating cock-ring for his and her…and his pleasure.” My dick lengthens down my leg at just the thought of Yak ordering me to use it on Sophia.
