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Chapter one

Katie

It all went a little differently than I hoped it would. Yes, I was selfish. Yes, Henry was a bit too quick with going along with it. So, now we all have to pay the price.

On some level, I know my mom is right about how twisted this situation is. I know it isn’t normal. But what is?

It still nags at me how my mom and I left things. I have my regrets, but I try to focus on the good. I’ve moved in with my boyfriends, AKA stepbrothers and stepdad—still weird to try and explain, but luckily, almost no one asks, and somehow, we’ve settled in perfectly.

Brad isn’t quite the shadow he was last semester even though he sits beside me right now with his hand lingering on my bare thigh, and Carter, God, if he wasn’t hot enough as a lawyer, he had to make himself the hottest teacher at Harvard. His lectures have more girls and female faculty than any others, not that I can blame them since I never miss one.

It’s been an easy month since school picked up again—comparatively, anyway. I don’t feel like I’m sneaking around, the work load is tolerable, and everything is wonderful.

Especially on days like today when I get to listen to Carter talk about basic civil law and gives some examples of civil law courts, all while Brad’s hand climbs higher and higher on my thigh.

His fingers slowly dip under my skirt to tease me through my panties. He brushes the edges—one, then the other like he’s going to push his fingers under—then presses right over my slit, making me gasp. I bite my bottom lip, trying to control my reaction as he leans closer to me.

“Be a good girl, don’t draw attention. Only Carter and I get to have you here. That includes your moans,” Brad hisses in my ear.

I bite my bottom lip harder and hear Brad’s low chuckle. “That’s right. Eyes on Carter. Spread your legs. Remember, you’re in class to learn.”

Yeah, I’m going to learn what happens if I disobey or I’m going to learn whether I can come silently. Those are the only two options. My eyes flick to Brad, and I shakily spread my legs just an inch more. It’s a good thing no one is sitting next to us.

He grips my thigh and jerks me wide open, as if he’s trying to show Carter how wet I already am.

Carter smirks. “Katie, what’s an example of civil law that you’re aware of, something basic that hasn’t already been said?”

My mouth opens and closes for a moment. When I go to speak, Brad’s fingers slip under my panties to trail over my pussy. He circles my entrance with light feather touches that make every thought fly out of my head.

“Um… anything involving suing someone,” I finally choke out.

“And why would someone sue?” Carter asks, his eyes still on me.

My face must say everything. I swallow hard as Brad thrusts two fingers roughly into me. No warning, no playing with my clit, just a sudden fullness before his fingers curl right where I need them.

“Um… um… the McDonald’s thing, with the hot coffee?” I guess. “Or um, for some kind of perceived… perceived wrongdoing.”

“Can you get more specific?” Carter asks, crossing his arms as if he doesn’t know that Brad’s knuckles are deep inside me and he’s using me however he wants. I’m half afraid that if I let the silence linger, everyone’s eyes will turn on me and they’ll know what we’re doing.

“Um, so… if you caused emotional damage. It wouldn’t necessarily be criminal, but I could try to sue for those damages and emotional distress—the success rate varies, of course,” I manage to get out and grab Brad’s arm. But it doesn’t stop his fingers from playing with me however he wants, working me up until I can barely breathe without moaning.

Carter nods. “There are other cases that ride the line between civil and criminal. For example, public indecency.”

There are some laughs, but Brad leans closer to me. “Why do you think I left that pitiful strip of wet fabric over your pussy? My little slut is mine to enjoy, and I’m not about to share all the indecent things I do with you.”

I cover my mouth to hide my moan but turn it into a yawn to try to better conceal it. Right when I’m on the edge of coming, Brad jerks his fingers away. I have a feeling he wants to swat me for getting so close without permission, but he rubs his soaked fingers up and down my thigh, coating me with my own wetness.

Once I get back to a calm point, he starts all over, fingering me, teasing me, then denying me to rub my wetness on my leotard or my thighs. By the end of class, I’m so uncomfortable, I want to cry.

I need release. I need to come. I’m wet, my panties are nearly dripping, and my legs are shaking. Brad gets up, rubbing his wet fingers over my lips, and heads to the front of class. I try to hurry out, but Brad’s arm wraps around my waist.

“Lock the door,” Carter orders sharply.

“You have two hands,” Brad barks back.

Carter tugs me from Brad’s arms and pulls me against him. “Undo my pants, Doll. I had to focus on everything but Brad’s fingers working your soaking pussy, and now I get to play with you.”

I obey, not sure what else to do as I can’t think of anything else than this need to have their hands on me.

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