19. Colt
19
COLT
“Hey! How was your weekend?”
I have to consciously put on a happy face for one of the guys from my calculus class as we pass on the quad on Monday morning. “You know, nothing big. Kept it quiet. You?”
I shouldn’t have bothered asking since Leni’s anxious, choked noise next to me steals my focus. She’s remembering Friday night. How things were the opposite of quiet.
After telling him I’ll see him later, we keep moving, hand in hand, down the wide path. It’s a gorgeous day, with the sun’s rays dancing through the tree branches and painting shadows on the ground. Who am I turning into, noticing things like that?
“Are you honestly in such a good mood, or are you pretending?” Leni’s tight whisper reminds me not everybody shares my opinion about the way life is right now.
Looking down at her is like looking at a ghost. The makeup she put on today isn’t enough to cover the dark circles under her eyes —eyes that are wide and full of fear as they shift back and forth while we walk.
“I know it’s easy for me to say,” I murmur through a smile, “but you really need to calm down. Everything is fine.”
“How can you say that?” she whispers, gripping my hand tighter. Her palm is damp with sweat. “How can anything be fine?”
It was probably a bad idea to bring her to school today. It’s not like she couldn’t make up any missed work, and I wouldn’t be leaving her alone. Nix is there at the apartment, keeping an eye on the news in case there’s any mention of a pair of dead bodies or missing people who happen to be named Deborah and Dennis.
Because there hasn’t been anything about them anywhere. Considering Leni spent all of Saturday and Sunday scouring the internet like she’s Sherlock Holmes trying to solve the case but found nothing, I think we’re in the clear. I don’t know what happened to the bodies—and I’m not going to pretend it didn’t freak me the fuck out to get there and find them gone—but there is nothing connecting us to them.
“What if I left evidence in the back of that car?” she asks now, and her chin trembles.
Obviously, I need to pull her aside, so I stop before we get to the library and sit on a bench under a massive oak tree whose branches give us a little shade and privacy. “I already told you. That’s why we broke the window on the driver’s side—so if anybody wanted to use the car for shelter, they could. By now, there’s plenty of DNA all over the inside of that car, I bet.”
“Do you think that’s enough, though? If anything happened to you…” Her face crumples before she stares at the ground. “What would I have? I can’t lose you. I’ve already lost everything else. I can’t lose you, too.”
Fuck. “I didn’t think about it that way. I shouldn’t have brushed off your worries. But I’m telling you, everything’s going to be fine.”
I’m not worried, but that doesn’t mean we can be careless. I want to show our faces around here, to keep things normal, just in case rumors do start going around about those two assholes going missing.
I don’t think it’s wrong to think of them as assholes now that they’re dead—I never did get that whole don’t-talk-ill-of-the-dead thing. Especially for people who went out of their way to make others miserable when they were alive. Like my dad. He fits that description, too.
So even though I know Leni won’t pay any attention in class, and I’m going to spend all my time wondering and worrying about her, we go through the motions like any other Monday. I keep my eyes and ears open for anybody talking about Deborah and Dennis disappearing, but it never happens. There hasn’t been enough time for rumors to blow up. Right now, they could be on a long weekend somewhere together.
Only we—and whoever moved the bodies—know the truth.
I don’t want to think about that now. There are too many good things in my life to focus on the shit. I’m looking forward to taking Nix to see Mom when she’s feeling a little stronger—his face is a lot to get used to. I’m still working on it, and I didn’t spend years in a coma.
No matter how determined I am to focus on the good things, I’m still tired and a little irritable by the time we approach the apartment door. Spending the day trying to be normal was more draining than I would’ve imagined.
Leni is feeling the same way. “This was one of the longest days of my life. Which is saying something.”
“But like I told you, everything was fine.” It’s going to take a little time, but eventually, she has to figure out that we are in the clear. There is not a damn thing to worry about.
Not until we get inside the apartment, at least.
“Thank fuck. I’ve been going out of my mind.”
Nix turns on his heel and walks the length of the living room in long, quick strides. “I can’t fucking stand this. I can’t stay here. This is a mistake.”
Leni makes a move like she wants to go to him—I don’t know if it’s reflex, like she feels sorry and wants to do something, or if she actually thinks she’ll make a difference. It doesn’t matter. I have to put an arm out across her chest to keep her still. She looks up at me, eyes filled with confusion.
“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.
There is something so beautiful about her now. Not only her body: her ass up in the air, her lean legs spread a little like she wants to show off her pretty pussy, her tits swaying gently as she settles into place, but the way she does exactly as I say without asking questions. She’s mine.
I hold a finger in my lips to signal Nix to stay quiet before walking around to the foot of the bed, where he stands next to me. “You have to guess which one of us is doing whatever it is we’re doing. We’re not going to talk, so you won’t have any way of knowing until you feel it.”
“Okay.” There’s soft laughter in her voice. Anticipation. I motion for Nix to join me on the side of the bed facing her, then take her by the back of the head with one hand while I motion for Nix to drag his cock over her mouth. I want to see if we can confuse her.
With my fingers massaging her scalp, he works his head beyond her lips and sinks his teeth into his own to hold back his reaction. Right. I didn’t think about that, having to be quiet so she doesn’t have a clue. If anything, it adds to the game.
She lets him fall from her mouth. “I’m not sure.” Nix surges forward, cutting her off, and she gags before turning her head. “Nix! That’s Nix.”
“Too easy,” I mutter, giving him a shove.
“No fair.” She giggles. “Don’t try to trick me.”
Without a word, I walk to the other side of the bed, then waste no time shoving two digits inside her glistening pussy. With a startled cry, she rocks forward from the force. “Oh… oh, that’s good…”
It is good, especially when she pushes back against me and envelops my fingers in her wet heat. I pound her hard until my knuckles slam against her taint, and she lets out a high-pitched howl. “Nix!”
“No such luck,” he murmurs from in front of her. She lets out a disappointed sound.
My fingers are glistening with her juices when I withdraw them. “Wrong guess.” I sigh before slapping her ass hard enough to rock her forward again. This time, she cries out in surprise and pain. “Maybe you’ll get it right next time,” I tell her while a red mark in the shape of my hand appears on her fair skin.
I then motion for Nix to join me before flipping her over onto her back. She parts her legs eagerly when I start to spread them, then blow across her bald lips until she squirms. But it’s Nix who gets on his knees in front of her and plunges in, holding her thighs wide open so he can flick his tongue over the tip of her clit.
“That’s Nix,” she moans.
Obviously, we’re making this too easy. I pull him away, then take her hand and wrap it around my shaft. “Oh, I don’t know,” she whispers. “I don’t know if I can tell the difference.”
Nix pulls her up until she’s sitting, then uses her other hand on his cock. “What are you going to do to me if I get this wrong?” she asks, stroking us both. I take a handful of her hair in response and yank her head back before wrapping my hand around her throat, tightening until she groans. Precum oozes from my tip and coats me, and I bite back a groan when she starts moving faster.
My hand tightens further, and she gasps, then whispers, “Nix?”
I don’t say a word. I settle for giving her a sharp slap against her cheek that makes her head snap partway around before she sucks a pained breath through her teeth.
Still, she takes it without complaining. It shouldn’t make me want to do worse to her. I shouldn’t want to break her down.
“This is Colt,” she murmurs, giving me a slight squeeze before stroking again. “This is Nix,” she adds, working him faster. He closes his eyes, his head falling back, and I know the feeling. It’s one thing to have her alone, but there’s something special about being together.
I push her onto her back with her feet on the floor for Nix to crawl over her, then trace slow circles around her nipple with his tongue. “Oh, god,” she moans, spreading her thighs wider so I can watch her pink flesh pulse. “Oh, that’s good. That feels so nice.”
If I didn’t know better, I would think she’s dragging it out, refusing to guess because she doesn’t want it to end.
“That has to be Colt,” she decides before purring like a kitten.
Nix lifts his head, chuckling. “You got it wrong.”
He pulls back his hand, and I know what’s going to happen before he brings it across her face hard enough that the sound rings out like the crack of a starter pistol.
But it’s Leni’s high-pitched cry that makes the hair on the back of my neck stand up. That sound. It’s like music. A symphony I could never get tired of hearing.
Nix’s satisfied grunt tells me he’s thinking the same thing.
And that our fun has just begun.