Page 13 of Katie 2
I stay soft with her in the shower, telling her how well she did, how much she pleased me, how well she took me until she’s slumped against me, sparkling clean and so warm.
“I was supposed to just sleep,” she murmurs. “But I almost crawled into your bed before I fell asleep.”
My heart stammers, and I can’t fight the smile that tugs on my lips.
I kiss her softly, then harder, deeper, our bodies rubbing together until I’m nearly ready to go again. She knows how I feel about her. There’s no one else who compares. I proved that last semester while following her here to make sure that no one else caught her attention, to make sure that she didn’t forget who she belongs to.
“My sweet little slut,” I hum against her mouth.
“Brad.” She shudders. “I’m supposed to be asleep. School tomorrow.”
“And you’re so responsible, I know,” I say, rolling my eyes. “A good girl even when I want you to be naughty.”
“I’ve run from you,” she argues as I put her in a towel.
“Only when I told you to.” I snort.
“But—”
“Shush. Accept the compliment,” I say before kissing her forehead and leading her back to her room.
She puts on panties and a T-shirt, and I notice Carter sitting on her bed.
Katie kisses me, then sits next to Carter, kissing him softly. He lifts her shirt to rub her hip. “Did I fuck you too hard in the classroom?”
“No,” she answers gently. “I knew what I was getting when I wore that.”
“See, impossibly good,” I point out.
“Where were you, Daddy? You weren’t home for dinner.” Katie pouts a little.
“Are you complaining about not having me between your legs the second I got home?” he asks.
Katie blushes and shakes her head, but the question lingers in the air. She watches Dad and a chill rolls off him in waves. He saw Katie’s mom. That’s obvious. He rubs his bottom lip like he’d rather be drinking then leans against Katie’s dresser.
“The divorce is finalized,” he informs us.
Without missing a beat, Katie crawls up and hugs him. Dad doesn’t hesitate. He rubs her back and kisses the top of her head. “How many times do I have to tell you it’s not your fault, Angel?”
“At least double the amount of time we tell her,” I grumble.
“It’ll be fine. I told you, it’s been a long time coming. We were barely holding it together before she found out about you three.” He sighs.
“And you?” Carter asks.
“There was no point in bringing it up,” Dad dismisses, continuing to rub Katie’s back. “It just would have hurt her more. The wheels were already in motion. There was no reason to.”
“It would have caused more problems with the divorce,” Carter agrees. “Would have… raised tempers.”
“And dragged it out.”
Katie’s being shockingly quiet. “What do you think about all this, Katie?”
“I don’t think it’s my choice. It’s yours, Henry.”
“Daddy,” he corrects lightly, kissing her forehead. “I’m not ashamed of you… not really, anyway.”
This whole house is twisted. Three demons taking advantage of one sweet ‘Angel’, as Dad calls her. Then again, she’s not running unless she’s told to and she’s certainly not trying to hide anything. She had an out on Christmas. She could have kept her mouth shut, let her mother throw her at that age-appropriate guy, but she didn’t.
