Page 59 of Lock Me Out

The answer lies on the tip of my tongue, but I’m too embarrassed and disappointed in myself to even think about it. But of course, now I can’t stop thinking about it.

I like their darkness. I crave that depraved part of them, and I want them to hurt me sometimes. I shake my head at the realization. Something in me wants them in a way I shouldn’t. Or at least that’s what it feels like. It feels wrong to want this, yet thinking about them pushing me to my limits and beyond has my pussy clench.

Yes, there is definitely something wrong with me.

Turning the water off, I step out of the shower and wrap myself in a large, fluffy towel. I use a smaller towel to dry my hair while I look at myself in the mirror. My cuts and bruises from the accident are all pretty much healed now. Only some faint yellow spots remain on my arm, but I guess even those will be gone by tomorrow.

I wonder if my marks are the reason for the guys treating me like I’m made out of glass, or was it the freak out I had last time we had sex? My guess is the latter. How can I tell them that I’mready to have sex again, sex without them holding back? Because I can handle it, right?

Staring at my reflection, I let all my questions, doubts, and fears run through my mind until my hair is almost dry.

Taking a deep breath, I straighten my spine and reach for the edge of the towel to tuck it free. It falls into a heap around my feet, and I step out of it to walk to the door. My hand is trembling slightly as I reach for the handle to open it.

Ignoring my shaking fingers, I walk down the hallway and into the living room, where Colt and Nix are watching TV. They both look up almost at the same time. Their eyes go wide, and Colt’s jaw actually drops.

“Hi,” I say dumbly, while standing completely naked in front of them.

“Hi.” Nix grins back, sitting up a little straighter.

“What are you doing?” Colt asks while his gaze roams my body lustfully.

What am I doing? Trying to seduce them, I guess. Which I’m apparently pretty bad at. What if they don’t want me anymore?

Doubt weasels its way into my mind, but I don’t let it take hold before clarifying, “I was thinking we could have sex.”

“Okay.” Nix is on his feet a moment later, reaching for the hem of his shirt to pull it over his head.

“Hold on a second.” Colt stands up as well, grabbing Nix by the arm before he can get to me.

My heart sinks. Colt doesn’t want this. He doesn’t want me.

“It’s fine if you don’t want to,” I blurt out. Crossing my arms over my chest, I suddenly feel as naked as I am.

“What? No, it’s not that. I just want to hear that you are sure about this. A lot has been going on and last time…” Colt trails off, probably not wanting to bring up the past. He runs his hand through his hair before continuing. “I guess I’m just surprised. You never initiate, that’s all.”

“Oh…” I guess I didn’t think about it that way. “It’s just you haven’t initiated anything, and I feel a little… I don’t know… neglected.”

“We didn’t mean for you to feel like that,” Nix chimes in. “We thought you needed some time.”

“And I did, but I also need you—both of you.” My voice falters into a whisper as I admit it out loud. My cheeks heat, and I look between Nix and Colt, scanning their faces, trying to figure out what they are thinking. Both of them stare at me like they don’t know what to say, so I tell them what’s on my mind. “I don’t want you to treat me like I’m breakable, either. I can handle you… both of you,” I say, keeping my voice laced with confidence.

“Are you sure about that?” Nix asks with a smirk.

I nod and smile at them. A moment of silence passes before Colt’s lips finally turn up, and I know he is on board. I almost sigh in relief.

Unfolding my arms, I wrap them around Colt’s neck as soon as he is close enough. His lips find mine in a searing kiss as he picks me up and carries me into the bedroom, with Nix following us close behind. I wrap my legs around Colt, loving how the rough material of his jeans rubs against my bare pussy.

He drops me onto the bed, where I bounce a little on the mattress. Before I can recover, Nix is on me. He must have gotten undressed on the way because his naked body is covering mine. He spreads my legs and positions himself between my thighs. Then he enters me with one harsh thrust.

I groan at the rapid intrusion, thankful that I’m wet enough to take him like this. My eyes squeeze shut and my nails rake over his back as he stretches my walls almost painfully. He doesn’t wait for me to adjust and get comfortable. He simply starts fucking me like a starving man having his first meal.

He snakes his arms around my torso, hooking his hands over my shoulders so he can hold me against him while he thrusts into me violently. His face rests in the crook of my neck, his mouth opens, and he presses his tongue against my sensitive skin. He licks me softly before sinking his teeth into my flesh.

I yelp out in surprise, more than pain. Instinctively, I try to wiggle away, but Nix has me in an iron grip. He chuckles darkly, fanning hot breath against my wet skin. Goosebumps pebble over my arms and a shiver runs down my back as my pussy clenches down on Nix’s cock.

He snickers again, before roughly sucking on the spot he just bit. Pain and pleasure courses through me, all of it rushing between my thighs, where Nix’s cock impales me with every thrust.

I’m so overwhelmed with what Nix is doing to me, I’m only vaguely aware of Colt’s hand wrapping around my ankle. He moves my leg up, spreading me open for his brother to go even deeper.

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