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“Yes?” I ask.
“Are you happy with school? If you’re spending money and it’s not doing more than reading textbooks could, maybe we should think about things,” Brad says with utter calm.
I smile at him. “I need the diploma to work. It’s just like three and a half more months and then I’ll have it,” I say brightly.
Brad nods and rubs over my inner thigh again before filling his mouth.
“Who was that guy in class? Carter asks, and Brad’s gaze cuts over to me with the threat of violence in his gaze. We stare at one another, and I clear my throat after I swallow.
“I don’t know. He tried to say that people only listen to you because you’re attractive, and I disagreed. We got to talking about our majors, and he invited me to lunch to try and ‘convert me’ to sociology,” I say while rolling my eyes. “As if I’m going to change my mind in my last semester.”
The guys exchange a long look that I still haven’t learned how to read, but at the same time, I know there’s some plotting going on. I point my fork at both of them. “I’m not interested in him. It doesn’t matter if he’s interested in me.”
“It does if he’s asking you out,” Carter says.
“You’reourlittle slut, not the world’s,” Brad snarls. “Maybe I need to make that clear. You know I don’t care about being in public. I could get away with plenty.”
“Indecency laws exist,” Carter reminds him.
“Like I said, I can get away with plenty. I won’t break the laws. I’ll just make it really clear that Katie doesn’t need another man in her life. She’s full,” Brad argues.
And they make sure I’m full of them plenty. I’ve lost count of the ways they’ve used me, with and without Henry. My ass, my pussy, my mouth. None of those holes belong to me anymore. Not when I’m living with Carter and Brad. They remind me that my pussy is theirs, my ass is theirs, my mouth, my tits. They ownme in the very best way, and I don’t care how twisted it is. They just make me feel so damn good.
Carter shares another look with Brad, this one not as hot, not as demanding. It’s cautious. I don’t like that look. That one I know.
Brad turns to look at me, opens his mouth, and I stretch to cover his lips with my hand. “We’re not talking about her.”
They keep checking with me to see if I’ve heard anything from Mom. The guys are dirty, demanding, and drive me insane, but they’re good to me where and when it matters. I’ve felt guilty about ruining our family plenty, and they never let that guilt sit for long without challenging it.
But now I’ve accepted thatIdidn’t ruin things, that Henry and Mom’s relationship was already heading in that direction, that they weren’t intimate for a long time, that I didn’t force my stepbrothers or stepdad to do anything. I just existed… and accepted it, and enjoyed it, and they’ve started with questions.
Have I talked to my mom?
Have I heard from her at all?
Am I okay?
I love how worried they are, but hearing the same questions and giving the same answers make me feel worse. I should know what’s going on with my mother, but after her request to stop calling and texting, I haven’t heard anything at all.
I push my food away.
“Don’t do that, Katie. You need to eat,” Carter insists.
“Or else.” Brad glowers at me.
I take another few bites, but my appetite is gone. It disappears every time they remind me of the state our family is in. I glance around. “Where’s Henry?”
“Don’t you mean ‘Daddy’, little slut? You know how he feels about your using his name,” Brad reminds me, pushing my food toward me again. “If you want a cream cheese Rangoon, eat.”
“I’m…” I do want one, but I don’t want to keep talking. “I’m exhausted. I need to get a shower and get started on homework.”
I walk away and hear Carter sigh. “How did you put up with her constantly being busy last semester?”
“By distracting her thoroughly. She’s smarter than she gives herself credit for, but she never let me distract her from an essay… unless she was ahead of schedule,” Brad says around his food.
“Oh, I didn’t know she had the power to stop you.” Carter chuckles. “Losing your touch?”
“She’s working hard. I have limits.”
