Page 58 of Naughty November

Then, even more embarrassed, I wiggled my briefs down to my thighs to show him the… the device.

Something flared behind Fletcher’s eyes that made my stomach squirm again, but then he blinked and looked at me—at my eyes instead of my dick, like he naturally had at first—and whatever I thought I’d seen there was gone.

He cleared his throat, then gave me a small smile. “So… chastity.”

Heat rushed into my cheeks as I nodded.

“I, uh, know a little bit about that,” he said cautiously.

He did? Like what? I couldn’t imagine him allowing anyone to lock his dick away…ever. Did that mean he’d locked someone else’s away? Whose? Did he have a new boyfriend already? Everett had told me Fletch had just broken up with one, but did he?—

“Can you tell me what it was exactly that you wanted Ev’s help with?” Fletcher asked, breaking into my chaotic jumble of thoughts.

“Oh. Um. Yeah.” I swallowed hard. “I… don’t have the key.”

He blinked. “Shit.” He cleared his throat again. “And you want it off?”

I nodded.

“What happened? Do you know where the key is?”

I twisted my hands together, nodding again. Then, when he raised an eyebrow, I just blurted it out.

“Cindy has it. She wasn’t exactly happy with me when she broke up with me, so she… she took it with her and said I can’t have it back.”

His eyes flared again, but this time I wasn’t confused about what I was seeing at all. Fletcher was seriously pissed off.

AtCindy.

Over me.

I bit my lip, my stomach squirming all over again over the way that made me feel.

It wasn’t like I could claim to have missed Fletcher in all the years since he’d moved away, because that would imply a level of pining for his attention that would have been crazy to feel for someone who wasn’t actually my own brother. Someone who I couldn’t even rightfully call my own friend, either, since I’d just sort of inherited whatever relationship we had by virtue of being friends with Ev.

Not, um,relationship-relationship, obviously, but… uh, yeah.

But still, seeing him get mad on my behalf now, watching him become all growly and protective right in front of my eyes, exactly the way he used to whenever anyone had threatened me or Everett when we were younger, brought all the hero worship I used to feel roaring back to life in a big,bigway.

His jaw ticked for a minute, like he might be grinding his teeth. Then, “She didwhat? Tell me how to find her.”

“I was actually hoping there might be a way to get it off without the key? Do you know if that’s possible?”

Because I really didn’t want to deal with her again if I could avoid it.

Fletcher kept looking angry for a moment, then sighed and shook his head like he was trying to shake it off, and gave me a small smile. “Yeah, button, it’s possible.”

“Thank God,” I breathed out. It had beendays.

Fletcher reached for the cage, then paused. “Can I take a closer look?”

I nodded, my stomach squirming so much this time that I could barely breathe.

My dick wasn’t particularly large, but I was pretty sure it was at least average. Still, right now, it looked embarrassingly small, all soft and tucked away behind the curved metal bars of the cage.

What would Fletcher think?

Then his warm hand was around me, and it became impossible to worry about that. Not when the sight of his hand completely enclosing my caged cock, and the way he gently twisted the cage this way and that, his fingers brushing against my balls, had me worrying about getting hard instead.