Page 7 of Her Brothers' Best Friends

There. That’ll teach them to break her heart.

It would have been hilarious if she got to watch them struggling to detangle themselves from the cord, but now was a good time for her to make her getaway.

She packed away the box of paint and then headed for the door. After trying all the locks and keys, she still couldn’t get the door to open, and that’s when she saw it—a small electronic lock that needed a code to unlock the door.

Fuck.

The whole locking mechanism was too modern for the cabin, and when did they lock the door that way anyway? She would have seen them put the code in, and maybe that would have helped her.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Not giving up, she tried a series of numbers. Her frustration grew until she was poking the tiny keypad with both her fingers. There had to be a way out of the cabin.

She tried the kitchen door, and it was bolted shut, and nothing she did could open the door for her. She went back to the front door. Maybe if she got the electronic lock separated from the door, she wouldn’t need a code anymore.

Ten minutes later, she was working up a sweat trying to get out of the cabin. Fifteen minutes later, she was frantic and on the verge of crying.

She was trapped inside their cabin with them after she had just painted their cocks pink and white and strung them together with fairy lights.

Oh god, what was she going to do?

“What the fuck?”

The thundering roar of three male voices shook the walls around her and probably scared the snow.

She got up from her knees and stood against the door as she watched what was supposed to be a very funny episode of Shaw, Chris, and Rhys untangling their cocks and balls from each other. It would have gone better if she were on the other side of the door.

Oh fuck.

Chapter Six

Well, oh dear.

Lindsay didn’t know whether to run and hide or stand her ground. Then she remembered who she was. Lizelle, the girl who played sex games with strangers during the holidays.

“The first one that gets untied gets to me,” she said seductively.

What the fuck was wrong with her? Didn’t she know she was digging a bigger hole for herself? No, it was good, she decided. She was buying time.

“While you three are busy, can I get the code to unlock the door? I need to get something from my car that I think you’re going to love,” she said, trying to make everything sexual.

If she weren’t so terrified at being caught, even as Lizelle, she really would have been laughing her head off as she watched them try to untangle their dicks.

“The fuck you are, Lindsay,” Shaw growled as he tried to get himself released.

Wait. Did she hear him correctly? No. There was no way he said,Lindsay.No freaking way.

“My name is Lizelle,” she said in a small voice. Oh, fucking fucks.

“Your name is Lindsay Brenner,” Chris said, grinning. “And this was pretty ballsy, Lindsay. I can’t wait to return the favor.”

“What?” she squeaked.

“We knew who you were the instant you stepped into the cabin, Lindsay,” Rhys said quietly. While Shaw was ready to blow a fuse and Chris was clearly fantasizing about getting her back and then growing frustrated when he couldn’t get himself loose, it was Rhys who worked quietly to get them unbound.

Oh shit.

Lindsay spun around and tried the lock with new fervor. She had to break the door down. There was no other way. She glanced around for an ax. A cabin like this would always have an ax.

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