Page 17 of Katie 2
I want to ruin them. I want to break them in a way I’d never break Katie. A few broken noses, some well-placed punches to bruise bones, to break fingers…
Not an option.
Not an option.
My phone buzzes, and I stop the recording. It’s already after dark, and I need to get home… but I don’t trust myself. I’ll lash out at Katie. I won’t be able to be logical or rational. I’ll either fuck her so hard she cries, then walk away, or yell until Carter gets involved.
If I hadn’t overheard this shit, if I hadn’t trusted my gut and listened, then she would have dismissed me as being jealous and possessive—two things I am, without question—but obviously, Dan has worse plans for her than Carter, Dad, or I could ever put into place.
And all she had to do was say, “I have a boyfriend, stop talking to me.”
Eight words. Eight and he’d move on, get caught, get kicked out, and suffer all by himself. Now, even if she does say it, he’ll assume she’s playing hard to get. She’s let too many opportunities slip by.
I grit my teeth. “It’s best for Katie if I don’t go home. Dad will give me shit for stalking her on campus. Carter will want to know what’s going on, and I won’t edit the situation, and he’ll be pissed too. Best to stay away. Cool down. Just cool down,” I say as I stare at my phone.
Katie will be worried, but Carter will tell her that it’s fine. I’m a big boy. I don’t have a bedtime, and it’s not an issue if I don’t come home. It’s not a problem that I’ve ignored every text from Katie and now Carter.
I’m trying to get my shit together. I’m not feeling anything close to nice, and with all the shit going on, all these family issues and Katie losing her appetite with even a little stress, it’s best that I’m not there.
“Don’t worry, little slut,” I say as I ignore Katie’s ringtone. “I’ll come back to you and take care of all your needs soon enough. You can survive a night or two without me.”
And she will. I won’t give her the choice. I’ve proven I can take care of her. So has Carter. She doesn’t need all three of us all the time. She needs to be less greedy.
“The lesser of two evils. I’ll choose the lesser of two evils… for now,” I decide. “Just for now.”
But no matter what reason I come up with, the anger doesn’t subside, and I can’t help calling myself a hypocrite. I’ve been greedy for her since the start, unable to stay away even when I should. I’m the one who’s pissy and doing things that he knows will cause problems. I’m adding stress whether I go home or don’t.
I’m trying to change, to be better for her. But only time will tell if I truly can.
Katie
As I stare at my phone, I know I’m getting into ‘ridiculous’ territory. I’ve texted Brad four times since I saw him and called him twice. Nothing. I don’t get why he’s staying away. He knows that’s a worse punishment than a spanking.
When he shuts down on me, there’s nothing I can do to fix things, and that makes me feel… gutted. I can’t focus on my reading, on the lecture Dr. Morrison sent, nothing. I just keep checking my phone. It’s already seven. We had dinner without him.
Even though Carter and Henry both said it’s fine, reminded me over and over again that Brad’s an adult and likes to do things his way without answering to anyone, I saw that concerned shine to Henry’s eyes. They’re hiding something from me. I just don’t know what it is and neither of them seems ready to share.
Groaning, I go to get a shower. When I hear the door open, I pause. I haven’t really drawn boundaries with any of my men. I’ve always been ready for whatever they have planned… to some extent. At the bare minimum, I’ve always enjoyed what they decide to do.
It’s like they know what I want before I do when it comes to sex, but right now, I don’t want to have sex. My headache has been off and on, I’m exhausted, and I’m having some weird cramps that appear, then disappear just as quickly.
“Carter?” I guess when the shower curtain isn’t immediately pulled to the side.
“You know us well,” he answers.
“Are you… are you coming in?” The warm water drips down my body, and the sound of ruffling behind the shower curtain draws a smile to my lips.
“I think I can fix your headache and your stress,” he says, and his fingers grip the shower curtain. “But I also know you’releaving something out. So, the question is… does a naughty doll deserve my attention?”
He opens the shower curtain, a soft smile on his lips, and my heart stammers. Yes, I’ve been keeping something from him. From all of them. But that’s only because I don’t believe it—don’twant to believe it.
“I didn’t do anything wrong,” I say softly. He chuckles and steps in beside me. It feels too small for both of us, but he grabs my throat and leans me against him, sandwiching me between him and the cold tile wall.
He’s so hot and the tile’s so cold that I can’t seem to make thoughts work. All I know is his chest moving against my breasts sends pinpricks of pleasure dancing across my skin.
“Carter, I didn’t do anything wrong,” I insist.
“I didn’t say it was your fault,” he says, his fingers lingering over my lips before they drop and he slowly edges back to turn me around. “I’m not sure Brad would agree with that, though.”
