Page 57 of Lock Me Out

“I think I can handle it.”

“You couldn’t remember that it was called bubble bath,” she reminds him, giggling, but one look at me cuts off her laughter before she takes on a guilty expression.

“It’s okay,” I murmur, standing and wrapping my arms around her waist when I return to the kitchen. “You’re allowed to laugh at his jokes. You have my permission.”

“I’m sorry. It’s just after that talk we had on Tuesday, in the hospital?—”

Whatever she’s about to say, I cut off with a kiss. It’s not like I needed to hear it, anyway. I know what’s going on in her head.

“Listen to me,” I tell her once I let her up for air, noticing how she looks a little dazed and unsteady. “The only way we can make it work, the three of us living together, is if we loosen up alittle. We’re here to take care of each other, and that’s what we need to do, because we are all we have. Do you know what I’m saying?”

“Of course, you’re right.” She clicks her tongue, shaking her head at herself. “I need to lighten up. I just want to make sure you aren’t feeling weird about it or anything.”

Right now, it doesn’t matter what I feel. She is what matters. How can I get that through to her?

With the water running in the tub, I lead her toward the bathroom. Her eyes widen when we find Nix lighting a couple of candles. “That’s so nice,” she whispers, beaming. “Like going to a spa.”

“Sorry we don’t have cucumber water or any of that shit,” he jokes.

“Let me help you,” I offer, raising her arms over her head from behind and lifting her sweater. It’s not easy to touch her like this without my desire exploding in the most undeniable way, but that is not who she needs me to be right now. Loving her means taking care of her without always thinking about myself.

Even though her warmth and softness, and her sweet scent make me rigid, I unclasp her bra without copping a feel of her tits. And even though Nix can’t keep his eyes off her as I peel away one layer of clothes after another, he keeps his hands to himself. Somehow, he understands the way I do without us needing a discussion. Monday was only four days ago. She still needs time.

I can’t help staring at her body’s perfection before taking her by the hand and helping her into the tub, now full of fragrant bubbles. “Did I do a good job?” Nix sits on the edge of the tub, close to her head, while I sit near her knees.

“Perfect,” she tells him with a grin, resting the back of her neck against a folded towel, releasing a deep sigh as her eyes close. I couldn’t be happier to see her letting go, allowing herself to feel good. She’s done too much worrying lately, on top of everything else that plagues her.

We don’t have to talk about it, Nix and me. It’s like we’re moving in sync, connected by some psychic bond that guides us. When I run a hand over her knee, poking out from a mountain of bubbles, he strokes her hair back from her face with a gentle touch. I didn’t know he could be that gentle.

“That’s nice.” Slowly, her legs part, her breathing going deeper while Nix massages her temples, and I explore her smooth, slick skin. I could touch her forever and never get tired of it—I’m addicted to her, plain and simple. Not just to her body, but to her spirit.

Right now, though, it’s her body I’m most concerned with, the soft sighs that now accompany my slow, careful stroking of her inner thighs. Her chest and neck are starting to flush, and I don’t think it’s just from the warmth of the water.

Nix moves from rubbing her temples to massaging her shoulders. “That feels so good,” she moans, and my cock might snap in half if this keeps up. The soft sounds of her pleasure slowly grow louder, and louder still once I up the ante by stroking her bald, plump lips under the water’s surface.

“You like that?” Nix whispers, and I watch as his fingers press into her flesh until she moans again “That’s right. Just relax. Just feel it.”

“Don’t stop,” she begs, her lips parting so she can breathe, so she can moan.

“Not until you’re a good girl and come for us,” I whisper. Her hips move when I start running a finger along the length of her slit, teasing without touching her clit. Not yet. Not until she begs me to. I want to see how far we can take her. How much pleasure we can make her feel.

“You like when he touches you that way?” Nix’s hands slide over her chest, grazing the tight nipples that peek out over the surface of the water.

Her back arches in a sharp gasp that fills the air. “Oh, god,” she moans, and her hips move faster. Nothing in the world matters more than this, right here, this moment. Building her up, working her body.

“That’s right,” I tell her. “Let it out. Show us how good you feel.”

“I do,” she rasps, then moans when Nix pinches her nipple and rolls it between his thumb and forefinger.

That’s when I decide to drag a finger through her folds, stopping at her clit and moving in slow circles over it. Her eyes fly open, her moans echoing in the room. “Oh… Oh, yes… Yes,” she pants.

“What do you want him to do next?” Nix is breathing faster, grunting softly. His tongue glides over the curve of her ear until she moans again.

“I…” She shakes her head, whimpering.

“I won’t know what to do unless you tell me,” I warn, easing up on the pressure against her engorged clit, knowing it’ll drive her wild with frustration when I do. She needs to know she can control this. All we want is to give her pleasure.

Her frustrated groan makes us both chuckle darkly. She’s ours. She’ll always be ours.

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