by Jamie Knight
Lock Step
Love Under Lockdown, Book 21
A series of standalone quarantine romance books.
Copyright © 2020 Jamie Knight Romance.
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Jamie Knight –
Your Dirty Little Secret Romance Author
Love Under Lockdown series:
1): Under Lock & Key
2): Under Lockdown
3): Under Strict Orders
4): Stuck Together
5): Under His Roof
6): Under the Hawaiian Sun
7): Under Wraps
8): Under His Care
9): Under the Sheets
10): Dating During Lockdown
11): Under His Protection
12): Locked Down with Mr. Right
13): Under His Watchful Eye
14): Below Deck
15): Under the Rancher’s Firm Hand
16): Under His Suit
17): Who Wants to Lockdown a Billionaire
18): Under His Discipline
19): Under the Want Ads
20): Cramped Quarters
21): Lock Step
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Table of Contents
Prologue - Phil
Chapter One - Phil
Chapter Two - Tracianne
Chapter Three - Tracianne
Chapter Four - Phil
Chapter Five - Phil
Chapter Six - Tracianne
Chapter Seven - Phil
Chapter Eight - Tracianne
Chapter Nine - Tracianne
Chapter Ten - Tracianne
Chapter Eleven - Phil
Chapter Twelve - Tracianne
Chapter Thirteen - Phil
Chapter Fourteen - Tracianne
Chapter Fifteen - Tracianne
Chapter Sixteen - Tracianne
Chapter Seventeen - Phil
Chapter Eighteen - Tracianne
Chapter Nineteen - Phil
Chapter Twenty - Tracianne
Epilogue
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Prologue - Phil
“What are you looking at, perv?”
“You wish, psycho.”
This had become the daily banter between Tracianne and me.
And she was right– I had been staring at her body, but how could I not? She was flaunting her big boobs at me, figuratively rubbing my face in the fact that I couldn’t literally rub my face in them.
I knew I shouldn’t want to be with her. Her dad had married my mom this past summer, making us step siblings, even though we never knew each other growing up.
Still, it would be too weird. Not to mention the fact that I hated her for being such a stuck-up brat.
But I knew what could fix her haughty attitude. My cock was big enough to make her feel so good she’d calm the fuck down, after begging me to keep fucking her and making her feel good, of course. And I couldn’t help but think about exactly how I would do that.
Now that we were stuck living with our parents during the pandemic, which had closed down our college campus and forced both of us back home, I had to face my temptation daily. She was walking around the pool in a bikini, as if taunting me by showing off her curvy, hourglass figure. Her big breasts bounced as she jumped into the pool and then the water ran down every inch of her soft stomach, thigh thighs and juicy ass.
How could I not think about having just a bit of fun with her, which would help distract both of us during these hard times? Maybe I’d just slide her bikini bottom to the side and put the tip of my cock up against her tiny pussy hole. I’d rub her clit while I jerked myself off, getting close enough to enter, but not going all the way in, because that would just be too crazy.
Who was I kidding?
I always took what I wanted, and I wanted Tracianne.
Not just a little.
Not just as a tease.
Not just the tip.
I wanted to take her all the way.
I didn’t care that it was forbidden, that she was supposed to be off limits.
I would have my way with her if it was the last thing I ever did.
By the time I was done with her, she’d be happy to have had my cock in my mouth. Wiping my cum off her face would certainly help wipe that eternal smirk off of it, too.
Some fun times would bring us closer together and help bury the hatchet.
And I knew exactly where I wanted to bury my cock— right inside her tight little cunt.
“Keep dreaming, slimeball,” she hissed at me now, after she noticed my eyes traveling up and down her curvy figure.
“Like I’d dream of that when living with you is more like a nightmare,” I shot right back at her.
We could pretend-fight all we wanted. I knew that she wanted me just as much as I wanted her. She was just acting as if she didn’t, because it was dirty and naughty and forbidden.
But I knew that before quarantine was over, I’d get my way and have my way with Tracianne. It wasn’t a matter of if, it was only a matter of when.
And it was a matter of what would happen after we did it.
How would we keep it on the downlow?
Would it blow our already-dramatic world up even more?
None of that mattered, though.
All that mattered was that she was going to be mine, consequences be damned.
Chapter One - Phil
It was our lunch break on campus, and I was getting hungry. But my friends and I were just shooting the shit.
I was sitting on the bench in front of the Arts Department. It was Mickey, John, Zoe, and me. The two guys and I had become friends in our freshman year, which was two years ago now. Zoe had come into the picture later, as John’s girlfriend. Now, as always, she was hanging all over him, giving him more PDA than Mickey and I could stand.
John was pretty neutral about it. I mean, he had a pretty chill girlfriend, so I guess that was something, but, God. She was just so clingy!
“You guys wanna go to the dining hall?” I suggested. “I’m starving.”
“You’re always starving,” Mickey noted. “Getting blazed before class will do that to you, you know.”
“I fuckin’ wish that’s what it was!” I laughed. “This shit about the virus has got me freaked out. Have you seen the videos?”
“Oh, God, yeah,” Zoe suddenly said, taking a break from sucking John’s lips off. “I’ve been following the news in China. I’m taking Mandarin and the signs they have posted in some cities threaten to break people’s feet if they come outside and their teeth if they complain!”
“I think it’s all overblown,” John piped in dismissively. “Sure, this new Coronavirus is spreading throughout China, but that doesn’t mean it will make its way here.”
“You ever heard of airplanes?” suggested Mickey.
“John has a point,” noted Zoe. “SARS and the Bird Flu, they didn’t really make it here. I think only eight people died of SARS in the U.S.”
“I’m telling you guys,” I interjected. “The shit I’ve been reading online about this new virus is fucking scary. It’s contagious as hell. You can get it just by talking to people. Serio
usly. From, like, spittle.”
“Don’t talk to any sick people,” suggested John. “Simple.”
“That won’t work, dumbass,” Mickey said. “It’s asymptomatic. By the time you realize you’re contagious, you’ve already spread it.”
“What I’ve read is worse than that,” I insisted. “They’re saying this thing has an incubation period of two weeks or more. You can literally walk around for two weeks, not knowing you have it, and spread it everywhere. And by that time, you’ve probably infected dozens of people.”
“That can’t be true,” insisted John. “No way!”
“I’m scared, John,” Zoe said, using it as an excuse to cuddle closer, as if she needed one. “What if we go to a nice restaurant and the cook is sick or something?”
“What nice restaurant?” John asked. “We’re on campus. There’s plenty of food here.”
“Yeah, but we might go to a nice place on a date,” she said, making the not-so-subtle suggestion again. “The waiter could touch your plate or your bread.”
“And it can live on surfaces, like, for days,” I informed them. “You have to check out some of the stuff they’re saying online.”
“I just got an alert,” Mickey announced. “Did anyone else get it? They’re closing the school.”
“What? That has to be a joke,” said John, getting out his phone.
We all did the same. Sure enough, we had each received the text. The college was going to close down for the rest of the semester due to this pandemic. They were going to have us take classes over Zoom.
“This is bullshit,” I objected. “How am I going to do a science lab over Zoom?”
“Well, yay,” cheered John. “I think I just aced all my music classes!”
“Baby, you would’ve aced them anyway,” Zoe encouraged him.
“Aw, this is fucked. Fucked!” I growled.
“Whoa, dude, chill,” said Mickey. “What’s the big deal?”
“My mother’s new husband,” I told them, annoyed. “I told you guys about him, right? My mother goes and cheats on my dad and leaves him for this guy, and I’m just supposed to just suck it up and live with him, too, now. Can you imagine? I was so glad I could go to college and live on campus instead, but now I have to go back to that fucked-up situation.”
“That sucks, dude,” John said. “Could you live with your dad instead?”
“He’s broke and lives in a small studio apartment, so I have to live with my mom and Richard instead,” I sneered. “Fuckin’ jackwagon, this guy.”
“I know what that’s like,” Mickey sympathized. “My dad left my mom for this actress. She’s fuckin’ hot, but, still, it was truly a dick move.”
“Relationships are such bullshit,” I spat.
I was glad I had my friends to talk to, even though soon we would all be heading our separate ways. We had had a lot of good times together, such as when we would sneak in whiskey have a party in our dorm, and we had also helped each other weather some bad times, such as when I almost flunked chemistry but they rallied for an all-night study session and taught me what I needed to know. I wasn’t sure what I would do without them during this pandemic.
“That’s not true,” Zoe said, sounding very defensive. “They can be a beautiful thing between two people.”
“Stay in your lane, babe,” John warned. “This is Phil’s situation and really has nothing to do with us.”
“No, seriously, don’t you want your mom to be happy?” she pressed me.
“That’s not the point, Zoe,” I countered. “My dad is unhappy and paying out the ying-yang in alimony while my mom and Richard… well, fuck it. Who cares? I guess I don’t have to talk to him or his awful daughter.”
“Whoa, dude!” laughed Mickey. “You really hate this guy. You even have to bring his daughter into it?”
“No, seriously, his daughter is really hot, but she was totally stuck up at the wedding,” I told them. “Her bridesmaid dress must have come with a stick to insert up her ass.”
“Was it a nice wedding?” asked Zoe.
The guys and I just looked at her.
“What? I love weddings,” Zoe shrugged.
“Can we just go to the dining hall, please?” I urged. “Guess this will be our last lunch for a while.”
We made our way there and found that the lines weren’t very long. Already, the student body was packing up and getting ready to leave and go home.
“Shit, this shutdown is for real,” said Mickey, reading from his phone. “All classes are canceled after today. We have to go home by the end of this week!”
“How will you get there?” I asked him. “Didn't you hitch a ride back with those football players after our last break?”
“Yeah, but that was a fluke,” he said. “They were only close to my hometown because of some special practice they had right before break ended. I guess I’m going to have to rent a car or something. I don’t want my mom driving all the way up here while a dangerous virus is spreading.”
“It’s surreal,” I said, grabbing a tray and moving with the line. “Tomorrow, we’ll be home. It’s like they shut the college faucet off.”
“Tch, yeah,” agreed Zoe. “And we were going to see that movie Saturday in the campus screening room.”
“Oh, fuck, I forgot,” I frowned. “Great, now how am I going to see A Clockwork Orange on the big screen?”
“Just download it or whatever,” offered John.
“It’s not the same,” I lamented. “You Philistine.”
“So, what’s your new stepsister look like?” asked Mickey, changing the subject back to that out of nowhere, just when I had been glad to move on from it, and to forget my problems for twenty-four more sacred hours.
“Why do you care?” I snapped at him.
“I don’t know. You said she was hot. You got a picture?”
“No, I don’t have a picture! Why would I take a picture of her when I hate her dad and don’t think very fondly of her, either?”
“You sound awfully defensive when all I wanted was to see a picture of her. Are you into her, dude?” asked Mickey, laughing a little.
“What? No. Don’t be insane,” I growled.
“Well, you’re the one saying she’s hot,” joked John.
An image of Tracianne’s hourglass figure, curvy hips and nice, plump ass popped into my mind, but I shook my head emphatically, to chase it away and to let everyone know how serious I was about not liking her.
“Yeah, well, there are plenty of hot girls who aren’t stuck up,” I pointed out. “Plus, she seemed more upset about the wedding than I was. I highly doubt she’s happy to have a new stepsibling.”
“So, you’re saying you two have something in common,” joked Zoe.
I realized that I had inadvertently made myself the punch line of the joke. Now, in a way, I was glad I’d be getting a break from my friends. Sure, they’d been there for me and were nice to talk to. But living on campus could get a little intense in such close quarters. I just wished I had somewhere else to go that wasn’t to my mom and her new husband’s house.
“You two could do step sibling porn!” joked Mickey. “That’s the hot thing on Pornhub now.”
“All right, all right,” I smiled. “I’m not engaging in this discussion anymore.”
“Well, you can’t get engaged,” John teased, laughing so hard he was choking. “You’re in love with your stepsister! Your children would be mutants.”
“They’re not actually related, John,” Zoe protested. “I mean, not by blood.”
“Oh, my God! I’m gonna pass out,” he laughed. “Phil’s kids are gonna be idiots!”
“Is that how your parents made you?” I asked, staging my comeback.
That finally shut them up a bit.
We sat down at a booth with our food.
The lunch seemed a little weird and awkward now.
If they were closing the school, t
he virus had to be serious.
Would they ever open it again?
Some of the reports I had read said that the virus could change the world.
What if three percent of our college class died?
It could be any of us.
“Look, guys,” I said seriously. “Take care of yourselves over break, okay? I’ve got some masks back at my room if anyone needs one. I used to help my dad do renovation work and I saved them in case they’d come in handy. I had no idea how glad I’d be to have done that.”
“I’ll take one,” Mickey said.
“I don’t want a mask,” dismissed John.
“John!” whined Zoe. “We should all be wearing masks.”
“You just social distance or whatever and you’ll be fine,” John said, convincing himself. “I mean, a mask? What next? We all have to wear hazmat suits? It’s not the damned plague.”
“It’s scary, John. It’s very contagious,” I urged. “And they have to wipe down surfaces way better now with disinfectant.”
“This is clean,” said John, touching the table and then licking his hand. “I'm totally confident I won’t get sick.”
“Jeez, dude,” Mickey protested. “You didn’t have to do that. I believed you.”
“Ah, don’t worry. This’ll all blow over in a couple of months and we’ll be back here before you know it,” John said confidently. “Either way, I’m not going to let the virus make me stop living my life. That’s how it wins.”
“I’m pretty sure it wins by killing you,” I suggested.
“Whatever,” shrugged John.
I was almost jealous of his blasé attitude. I wished I could feel the same way. I was scared of the virus, and not at all looking forward to having to go live with my mom and my new stepdad and stepsister.
Chapter Two - Tracianne
I was sitting in my room, trying to study for Midterms, when I received an email alert from my college. They were shutting down the school for the rest of the semester.
Diamond immediately opened my door. She was in sweatpants and a Grover College sweatshirt.