Page 19 of Katie 2
“His temper is what I’m worried about. He doesn’t have the best self-control. For all I know, he’s currently turning that unlucky kid into a punching bag and we’ll have to bail him out in the morning,” I insist.
We’re silent for a long moment. I want to see the best in my brother. I want to believe that he trusts Katie and isn’t just fucking her and getting possessive for fun. If he’s fucking shit up by beating some innocent student to a pulp or fucking someone else so he can get rougher than he’d want to be with Katie, I’m going to kick his ass.
Our lack of control already helped ruin our dad’s marriage. It put Katie in an impossible position. There’s no going back now.
How the hell did he survive being on campus with her the first time if he never ran into this problem? “I don’t get this. This isn’t his first time on campus with her. It’s mine, and I have more control than he does when it comes to people staring at, flirting with, and talking to Katie. It’s ridiculous.”
“He’s been doing better with his control issues. He vents them with Katie, gets his temper out in ahealthyway. That’s what she’s here for,” Dad says before taking a long drink.
That’s certainly not how I look at it. I love fucking her, always feel better after, especially when I know she’s coming for me, when she lets me do things that used to make her squirm, thingsthat used to scare her. But that’s not the whole deal. I care about her. I want her to feel good. I want her to know that she’s safe with us. She needs to know that we’re in this for more than sex.
Granted, my dad loves fucking her while she’s asleep and likes to watch us fuck her, but he has his own life. He’s not around except at night. When I’m not teaching or at the office, I’m with her. I text her throughout the day, especially when I know she’s stressed.
I can’t deal with my worries for Katie and worry about my brother too.
“I’m going to try him again,” I say.
“You’re just going to piss him off.”
I shoot a glare at my dad.
He shrugs. “Look, I know you boys. You’re rebellious, but you’re strong. You can take on the world without fear, without a problem. You create the life you want for yourselves in different ways.”
“Which isn’t always good, especially if Brad’s already pissed. One guy looks at him the wrong way and—”
“And he’ll meet the consequences of his actions and face the fact that he’s not a minor anymore. A few nights in jail might get him to actually take care of his anger issues if Katie’s not able to do that for him,” Dad finishes.
“You’d let that happen?”
“Being a parent isn’t all about protection and raising you guys. Sometimes, I have to remove the net and see what happens when it’s not there. If Brad can’t recognize that he has people who care, people who will listen and help him, then maybe he needs to see what happens if he loses control on his own.”
Shaking my head, I take out my phone and walk to the kitchen to get some space between us. My dad is a good man—usually, where it matters, at least—but I don’t want to think of my brother ending up in jail for assault. I don’t want to think of himdoing something he’ll regret. I know it will affect me. I know it will only upset him further. And I know it will completely derail Katie’s peace.
So it’s simply not allowed. Period.
When Brad doesn’t pick up again, I take a breath and decide to leave a message.
“Katie’s not going to cheat on us, you asshole. She didn’t do anything wrong. Be possessive, be a dick, whatever, but punishing her like this—where she’s worrying about you to the point that she can’t focus on schoolwork—is crueler than it would be if you just fucked her hard while edging her. Just text her. Text me. Do something to prove you’re not spending the night in jail or knocked out in an alley after getting in a fight you couldn’t win. Dick,” I hiss, then hang up.
He’ll either be home in the morning or he won’t, but I’m not going out to look for him. Next time I get the chance, I’ll put an app or something on his phone to track him. I’m not letting him fuck up the happiness we could have.
I refuse.
My hands itch, my mind is restless, and I know what can fix that. If Brad isn’t going to be here to take care of his slut, I can.
I head upstairs and fling off my shirt in my room before finding Katie wrapping up her notes. She looks up at me as I drag my belt from my pants and her eyes widen. She drops her things and takes a step back. She doesn’t have anywhere to run.
“Carter, we agreed that I need to study. I need to focus on that as much as I can,” she whimpers.
“But you’re not. You’re thinking about Brad,” I argue.
“Well yeah, but I can’t control that. I can control studying, and that means I need to study,” she defends, but her eyes dart to the door.
“Tell me again you don’t want me. That you don’t want me to take your mind off everything.”
Her eyes flick from me to the door again and she takes a step away. “You know I always want you, but right now, we need to wait.”
“Then I’m going to make sure you do nothing other than beg to have me. That you can’t focus on anything except my cock buried in you,” I growl.
