Page 3 of Katie 3 (Desires #6)

Chapter three

Katie

“ Y ou better take ownership of this fuckup!” Henry yells as Carter and I walk in.

I smooth out my skirt as if Henry or Brad will notice or be surprised that Carter and I were naughty in the car. My face pales, then immediately heats. Anyone could have seen us. They could have watched us come. We need to be more careful, even if there’s something exciting about getting caught.

“I already have! I said it’s my fault! But if you’re asking me to regret it then—”

“I’m telling you, you should regret it! It’s only a matter of time, he’ll press charges. He won’t let it go! Kidnapping, holding someone hostage, assault, assault with a deadly weapon, battery, you tortured him!” Henry says, throwing a paper at Brad as I stand there stunned.

Brad’s eyes flick to me and his anger ebbs. He promised he’d be a better man. He promised he’d be better for me and the baby. Our eyes clash and I do see regret. Not for what he did, but because of how it could hurt us, hurt me.

“If they’re successful, you’re going to jail.

Not for a year either. We’re talking about a decade.

So your job is to apologize, admit to nothing, and do what you’re told.

Pretend to be someone who deserves some sympathy,” Henry orders and my throat closes.

He can’t go to jail. I know what he did, but I can’t live without him.

He has a part of me, a shard of my soul, and I need him to breathe.

Henry turns around, his gaze shifting between me and Carter, and then he clears his throat. “The baby?”

“Healthy,” I say softly. “Five weeks along.”

He rubs his jaw. “I need to go take care of this. Ask him for details.”

Henry starts to walk past me, then lingers beside and kisses my temple. He doesn’t say another word, he just heads out. I glance back towards him until I realize Carter isn’t next to me.

“It’s fine, it will be fine,” Brad says. “He hasn’t pressed any charges yet.”

“Let’s hope it stays like that. We don’t want him calling Katie in as a witness,” Carter adds.

A witness… Panic settles, breathing stalls, and Brad closes in.

“Don’t worry, it will be okay.” He cups my face, a teasing smile on his lips, and the tension in my body fades slowly.

His lips press on mine. His hands smooth down my back until he palms my ass and pulls me against him. He’s been at least slightly gentler.

“Brad,” I breathe. I want to talk; I need to know more about the possible charges. I need him to say them.

He gets down on his knees and lifts my shirt, kissing across my belly. “Don’t worry,” he says again as his hands graze over the back of my thighs, then arches an eyebrow when his fingers tease the inside of my upper thigh. “Someone’s been naughty.”

“A little,” I whisper, letting his touch lure me away from my thoughts.

“More than a little if I feel wetness here, my good slut,” he purrs. “Did you make Carter come?”

I nod.

“Good girl,” he praises, licking up my belly in a move that’s meant for me, not the baby. I shudder in response and he grins. “You want more, don’t you?”

“We need to talk about this,” Carter says evenly. “You and me specifically, Brad.”

“About what?”

“Evidence,” Carter answers.

Brad and I both look over at him. He meets Brad’s eyes and I see Carter slip into work mode. The way he gets authoritative and demanding with just a look is so sexy. Brad clearly doesn’t see it that way because he squares his shoulders.

“Well, you tied him to a fucking tree—where are the ropes? The blindfold? His clothes? We’ve got to talk about the evidence that could be leveraged against you. What did others see? These people he has listed,” Carter rattles off.

Brad squeezes my ass. “I think it can wait at least until—”

“Do you want to be in jail when the baby is born or do you want to get away with this, lessen your charges, leave nothing for a case to be built off in the first place?” Carter asks.

My breath hitches. The reality of it all is like a punch to the stomach.

“Yeah,” Brad says, staring back to me. “You’re right.”

“Let us focus on this, Katie. Please don’t worry, not yet,” Carter says and motions me to head upstairs.

So I do and take a shower to think about what life would be like with Brad in jail.

Would Henry blame me? Obviously, I didn’t do anything with Dan.

I didn’t use him to make Brad jealous. But if I wasn’t involved with Brad, he wouldn’t have had a reason to go after Dan.

If I wasn’t involved with all of them, Henry would still be married and there wouldn’t be any problem, at least none of the current problems.

After going through my homework, I lie in bed, looking over a book about pregnancy. I need to know what to expect, what I’m getting into. So I skim through the book and take notes until I feel a hand along the inside of my ankle. Looking back, I see Brad.

“Studying?” he asks.

“Yeah, but um, studying pregnancy,” I answer.

“So I’m not interrupting?”

I shake my head. “No. Is everything okay with you and…?”

He shrugs and glances back as Carter comes in. Carter looks me over and his gaze focuses on my short pajama shorts. “You and I have something to finish.”

“The case?” I ask.

“We’ve done what we can for right now. Dad’s going to talk to the attorney tomorrow,” Carter says.

“Which means tonight…” Brad’s fingers continue higher. He teases the bottom of my shorts, then jerks them down, tangling my legs in them. “You’re ours.”

I gasp, but I’m flipped quickly, forcing me on my back.

Carter walks around my bed and grabs my wrists, holding them over my head in one hand as his other pulls at my shirt until he uses it to tie my wrists together. He makes a pleased sound as he cups my breasts.

“Imagine your perfect tits bigger, fuller,” he muses, pinching my nipples so I arch.

“They’re already more sensitive!” I yelp.

He swats my breast and lowers his pants. “Good. Then you’ll feel your punishments more fully.”

Brad strokes my pussy. “I don’t think you’re nearly wet enough, not as wet as I need.”

I squirm between them as Carter lowers his pants and takes out his cock.

He grips my chin, turns me to face him, and thrusts between my lips.

He groans as I gulp his cock, taking him down my throat.

My cheeks hollow as I move with him, taking him deeper with every thrust of his hips.

His soft hands palm my breasts while Brad licks and sucks my clit.

He keeps working me up with his tongue and mouth, even though I know he’s not going to let me come.

“There we go, sopping wet for us,” Brad praises. “I think you’ve missed having us both. Letting us fuck you like the good slut you are.”

I moan and my eyes dart to Brad as he strips. His broad shoulders move as he climbs on the bed and he wraps my legs around him. “I still don’t know if you deserve my cock.”

Carter groans. “Earn it. Earn us both or we’ll just fuck your tits and mouth while edging you.”

How can I not want them? I feel like I’m made for their pleasure and they’re made for mine. I crave them, need them. Even if they’re rough. Even if they’re overwhelming, all I can think about is how much I need them, want them. I just can’t get enough. It’s impossible.

I tighten my legs around Brad, trying to pull him closer as he traces his cock from my entrance to my clit again and again, making me grind against him.

I want him. I need him. I open my mouth wider, almost ready to pop off Carter so I can beg, but Carter thrusts all the way down my throat, making my eyes water as he grinds and takes me the way he wants.

“That’s a good girl. Welcoming me deeper, opening your throat up for me,” he groans. “You want me to come right here too, don’t you? You want me to finish inside you again and again, filling every hole with my cum.”

My eyes roll back as Brad sinks into me. He groans as he fucks me. He grips my thighs, his fingers digging into the point of pain as the slapping of skin on skin echoes.

I arch. This is heaven. All I need is Henry in my ass for it to be perfect. I’d be full of them in every way. Their cocks filling me. Their cum filling me, and a baby growing inside of me. Perfection.