Page 42 of Lock Me Out

“Don’t,” I mutter, teeth clenched.

I don’t think he’d hurt her, not physically. But if he pushed her away, which he probably would, he’d hurt her more deeply than a bruise.

How do I know? Because I have felt that way. There aren’t many things either of us has felt that the other hasn’t also experienced.

“Don’t tell me there haven’t been times you’ve had to stay indoors,” I remind him. “At least during the day.”

“That was different. And if I wanted to, I could still go out. I didn’t have to sit around here, waiting to see something on the news.”

He couldn’t have picked a worse thing to say.

“Did you?” Leni asks him. I’m surprised she doesn’t jump on him—she’s so desperate to know.

“No. I would’ve told you already if I did.”

He looks at me, and my face must give an idea of how much I want to smack the shit out of him for talking to her like that.

“No, I didn’t hear anything.”

“We need to take a breath. All of us.”

That’s easy for me to say. The longer I spend with this energy in the air, the more tense I feel. There’s only one thing that ever really clears my head when something like this is happening—when I feel the darkness pulling me under and almost wish it would, because the brush of it is so damn sweet.

When inspiration strikes, I lean down to whisper in Leni’s ear. “Would you do something for me? It’ll be fun.”

She pulls her head back, looking up at me with even more confusion than before.

“Like what?”

“Just trust me. Do you trust me?”

“Yes.”

It’s the way she says it without hesitating that reminds me why I love her like I do.

Turning to Nix, I ask, “It’s not the same as going out and having freedom, but we could enjoy ourselves here too.”

When I take her hand, he tips his head to the side. “What do you have in mind?”

He’s wary, but at least he doesn’t sound like he wants to punch something anymore.

“Come with us.”

My cock is already twitching by the time I make it to the bedroom, with Leni following close behind me. If we do this right, all three of us will feel a lot better by the time the night is over.

By the time I pull the blindfold from the nightstand, Nix has joined us, arms folded over his chest. His eyes widen when he sees what I’m holding. A slow smile starts to form.

“We’re going to play a game,” I explain, one eye on Leni to catch her reaction. “How about we blindfold you, Leni, and you get to guess who’s doing what to you?”

Her cheeks go dark, but there’s a different truth in her eyes. She might be shocked at first, but the idea does something to her. Probably the same thing it does to me.

And to my brother, who growls softly in the back of his throat. “Yeah. I like that idea. But what happens if she gets it wrong?” he asks, playful and sinister at the same time.

Leni questions me silently, her brows lifted. “She gets punished,” I decide.

“Do I get to know what that will be?” she asks.

“What do you think? Now take off your clothes.” Nix and I do the same until the three of us are standing naked by the bed. It’s not so much the sight of her—which is always exciting—but the anticipation of what’s going to happen next that makes my cock harden until it’s twitching by the time Leni turns around so I can tie the blindfold over her eyes. Nix watches closely, wearing a half smile. He’s hard, too, and takes a few strokes of his cock while Leni gets on all fours on the bed at my instruction.

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