Page 18 of Katie 3 (Desires #6)

Chapter sixteen

Brad

N o one can be prepared for this, no one. We knew it was coming, and yet the cuffs feel heavy on my wrists. The cold metal burns my skin. Neither feelings distract me from the tears in her eyes.

I want to kiss her cheeks, catch the tears before they roll down, but it’s too late. I did this, I caused all of this.

I’m the monster. I hurt her.

She keeps her head up, putting on a brave face as Carter holds her close, worried she might run towards me.

I should’ve been better.

So I’ll do what she asked. No fights. I’ll get the shit beat out of me if I have to.

I might throw a punch to defend myself, but if I show up to trial bruised with wardens saying I didn’t fight back, saying I didn’t do anything but throw one punch then duck and cover, that’s evidence in my favor, right? It means I get back to Katie sooner.

Booking is a simple process I’ve been through before.

And it reminds me of my past and drops my spirits.

I haven’t ever been a golden boy and as hopeful as we are that the jury will see me in a better light, I have a feeling my past is going to do plenty of talking in Dan’s favor.

And if everything comes out, the secret that Carter, Dad, and I have been hiding, Katie might be caught in the crossfire.

Carter and Dad better have a fucking plan.

The goal was to avoid getting this far. But I’m booked, read my charges, go through a bail hearing, and then I’m put in jail.

The air is suffocating and my skin itches as a chill settles around me. I didn’t have anything to lose last time, but now… I can’t live with myself if I lose her.

Carter

Katie is desperately trying to study for school, in need of something normal and steady. I know she’s been fighting to keep some sense of her old life these last few days—specifically since watching Brad get in the back of a police car with his hands cuffed.

She keeps rubbing her wrists when she’s not keeping her hands busy and I’m sure that’s what she’s replaying in her mind.

I hate it. I hate that she wouldn’t let me lead her away.

I hate how she sits in front of the window with it open, just by a sliver.

She doesn’t want any press to see her. A few have come and gone, but whether it’s bad or good, Brad’s case isn’t a huge story.

More violent crimes happen every day and since everyone’s alive and my father’s smart, the judge pretty much banned Dan or his team from talking about what happened and corrupting the jury.

Ten days. Ten days since my brother was arrested and ten days since Katie has been willing to smile. I’ve tried plenty, but she just waits for him to be able to call her, asks the same questions, listens, barely manages a smile when she tells Brad she loves him, then she’ll sit back down.

Dad’s working hard on the case, but always says hello to Katie in the morning and kisses her to prove he’s not going anywhere even though stress is haunting him.

“Doll,” I say softly.

She peeks up at me and drops her textbook. She crawls over it and sits in my lap, kissing my neck. She rubs my chest and exhales softly in my ear, making me shiver. My dick rises for the occasion, just like it does any time she’s involved.

“I miss you,” I say.

“I’m right here. You can’t say that,” she grumbles.

My lips tease hers as I cup one of her breasts. “I miss fucking you until you’re dizzy and smiling. I miss teasing you in the car. I miss you smiling and teasing me back.”

She squirms on my lap and stares up at me.

“I know you’re focused. I know you’ve been studying, but stress relief is just as important,” I say, sliding my hand under her shirt to feel her warm skin under my touch.

“I know. You’ve been taking such good care of me. So loving and sweet,” she sighs. “I’ve noticed.”

“Yeah?”

She nods. “Cooking me dinner every night. Falling asleep with me in bed. Reading to me and decoding the law stuff I ask about. I love it. I love you.”

I smile and take her lips. My tongue teases hers and she moans softly. I want her… now. It’s been too long since I’ve felt her melt into the pleasure I offer. An unpleasant buzz crosses my skin as I hear something outside. Our lips part and I peek out the window.

I spot a man in a blue polo and khakis standing at the end of the driveway. He’s holding a clipboard and a manila envelope. Even from a distance, I know exactly what’s coming.

“Shit,” I hiss and he walks up to the front door.

“What is it?” Katie asks.

The doorbell rings before I can answer and she hurries off the bed to the front door.

“Katie, wait!” I call after her but she won’t slow until the doorknob is in her hand.

I’m frozen as she opens the door. Her shoulders tense as she sees the man and before she can say anything, he speaks up.

“Katie Lawler?”

Katie’s hands curl into fists. “Yeah?”

The guy nods and hands her the envelope. “You’ve been served.”

With a last nod, he walks away as if he’s done nothing more than hand over a pizza, even though Katie is shaking. I rub her lower back and look at the envelope in her hand.

Katie rips it open, breath short and sharp. She scans the first page, then the next. Her cheeks redden and her lips tremble slightly.

“Doll?” I whisper as I try to peel away her fingers from the file. “It will be fine.” I know it’s a lie, but it’s better than the truth.

Henry parks and hurries to us. The sound of his shoes doesn’t seem to faze Katie at all. Her eyes keep scanning as they water.

“Give it to me, angel,” Dad says, his voice low and kind.

She’s unsure, but with a trembling hand, she lifts the bundle of papers and hands it to Henry. Katie stays glued on the spot, barely breathing, staring at the papers like they’ll kill us all.

“What—what does it say?” she asks weakly as I pull her back from the door to close it.

“You’re being called as a witness to trial. There’s a reminder about perjury being against the law. That’s all. It’s what we expected. There are some questions for you to expect—the defense seems to have… more information than…”

His brow furrows and dread coils in my belly. I don’t want to think about what they know, what they’ve dug up about us that could affect Katie.

Dad glances at me briefly and I wonder what is going on in his mind. What else could they have on Brad? We buried everything, sealed the files. Unless…

Katie’s shallow breathing draws me back. Her body shivers in my hold.

“Stress is bad for you,” I remind. “So bad, doll. Let me fix it.”

I need the fix, we all do. If they dig up Brad’s past, we might lose it all. And I can’t drown in those thoughts, not if I want to fix it.

And it starts with a distraction…

My dad looks at how my hands are moving over her body. I’m nearly cupping her breast while my other hand is tugging her dress up to reveal her panties. She squirms. “Now isn’t…”

“Now is always the right time,” I argue, licking up her throat and biting her ear. She whimpers as I cup her breast and lightly pinch her nipple. “You need this. I want it. Doesn’t Henry look eager?”

I know she’s focusing on him as he drops the papers on a side table and walks forward. I thrust against her ass. “Doesn’t he?”

“Yes.”

“Don’t you want to please us both?” I rasp, getting harder by the second.

“Carter, please,” she moans, shifting against my fingers as I press them to her panties.

“Is that what you want, angel? You want to take us both right here and now? To have our hands all over you, to enjoy our mouths and cocks?” Henry asks.

“You deserve to feel so good,” I continue in her ear. “You’ve been working so hard. You deserve a break.”

Katie whines and squirms between us as I lift her dress over her head and Henry claims her mouth. She moans and rocks her hips forward and back, trying to give us both the attention we crave. I hook my fingers in her panties when Henry’s hand works to get her bra off.

Her clothes drop to the ground and any chance of focusing on anyone or anything else is gone. Henry kisses across her breasts, then cups them, sucking and teasing her nipples. I massage her clit, swirling my fingers, as I whisper against her ear. “Take off my pants.”

She doesn’t hesitate or question it. She sinks between Henry and me, stripping us from the waist down while we take care of our shirts.

Dad takes longer, but I ignore him as my girlfriend’s breath teases my cock.

I groan as she licks over the tip, then takes me as deep as she can, her saliva coating me.

“Fuck,” I groan.

Her soft eyes peek up at me as she strokes my cock, then she turns to Henry and takes him down her throat.

She doesn’t neglect either of us, switching back and forth to keep us lubed and pleased.

My thighs tighten when she chokes on me and I pull her up, carrying her to the living room and putting her on the coffee table.

“I want her pussy,” I growl.

“To start,” Henry hisses as we stare at her, lying on her back on the table. He guides her further towards him until her head hangs off the table. “Do you want us both, angel? Filling you up?”

“Yes,” she moans.

I spread her legs and fill her wet cunt in one strong thrust. Her moan, deep and loud, is cut off and muffled when Henry fills her throat.

I glance up and see him cupping the back of her head.

I pound into her harder and faster. Henry palms one of her breasts hungrily, pinching her nipple and groaning.

“So fucking pretty. So good with your mouth. You’re meant to be right here, little slut. Right with us,” he groans.

I lightly swat her pussy, making her arch as I spread her thighs and put her feet on the table so I can watch myself fill her again and again.

I’m finishing inside her. There’s no question about that.

Henry can come in her after me, but I know how much she likes to be filled and I fucking love filling her.

Henry trembles. “Fuck, if you keep that up…”

“Fill her throat. I’ll fill her pussy. Then we can switch,” I command and Henry grumbles.

That’s all it takes. We bounce her between us until we fall in sync.

When I fill her pussy, Henry fills her throat, over and over until she gushes over my cock and her legs move, locking around my waist and forcing me deeper.

Henry groans and gives in to her tongue and frantic sucking. Her choked moans echo until he comes.

I’m next, her pussy squeezing and milking my cock until she gets what she wants. I shudder and bury myself deeply inside her, spreading her legs again as I empty my dick. I ease out of her slowly, watching her pussy as my cum and her wetness leak out of her, glazing her.

“Two minutes,” Henry pants.

I help Katie flip over and swat her ass. “You’re such a dirty doll… get Daddy hard again so he gets to fuck your cunt.”

She moans and obeys, no questions, just the distraction she needs, the distraction I’m happy to keep giving her.