Page 126 of Double Daddies
I can tell from a quick glance at Cami’s face neither of these things are the one she’s most afraid of. “What else?”
Ben looks over at our girl who is staring right back at us with a pained, frozen expression. “Sometimes I have to take her over my knee.”
“Understood. Anything else I should know?”
“Our rules are simple: they’re no disrespect, no dishonesty, and nodanger.” He emphasizes the last one, staring hard at her.
“But I didn’t?—”
“Missing a doctor’s appointment could be dangerous,” he puts in over her objection. “And besides that, you lied.”
Cami opens her mouth, but either she rethinks her objection, or she doesn’t expect to be allowed to make it because she just closes it again and looks down at the floor. Her shoulders are drooping, she keeps sniffling and dragging her toe across the floor in pure pout mode.
And much to my surprise and amusement, I still find her absolutely adorable. Stunning, even. She’s done the impossible—I’ve fallen hard for Camille Rodgers. But that also means caring about all of her, and Ben has a point: lying to get out of trouble should never be allowed to slide.
“Corner.” Ben points to the same corner he indicated earlier.
Cami gives him a look that’s guilt mingled with remorse before she trudges across the oriental rug to the corner.
I feel for her, I truly do. I have a cleaner come twice a week, so there isn’t a single dust mote to look at. She’ll have nothing buther thoughts of what she should have done differently to keep her company as she stares at the oatmeal-colored walls.
Once she’s settled, I turn back to Ben. “I like the rules you have for her, but I believe she could tolerate a few more.”
“Really?” Ben turns his attention to me, and we both ignore the gasp coming from the corner. “What did you have in mind?”
Cami
They’re talking about me like I’m not here! Up to this point, I’ve felt nothing but adored and surrounded by affection from my Daddies… but for the first time since we started this arrangement, I don’t like that there are two of them. Being in trouble with Ben on the rare occasions it happened was always bad enough, but adding Ryle to the mix… giving Ben someone else to give him feedback… it makes me feel even more uncomfy than I normally do while I stand in the corner, awaiting to hear the verdict of my punishment.
“Cami.”
I tense as Ben says my name. I hear it in the sternness of his voice that they’ve decided, and that I’m not going to like it.
“Come here, please,” Ryle adds in his deep, gravelly voice.
His order makes me shiver and my body tingles with trepidation. I take my time turning around, and I shuffle toward them as slowly as I dare. I stop a good three feet in front of them—out of arm’s reach.
They’ve turned the chairs from the dining room table around and are sitting next to each other. Ryle has his arms folded across his wide, muscular chest and Ben has his legs crossed.Both present an intimidating sight, but together, it’s enough to make me feel next-level anxious.
“I was w-wrong,” I say, unable to bear the silence for another second. “I shouldn’t have forgotten the appointment. But all the sites say that pregnancy brain is really bad in the last trimester.”
My Daddies exchange glances. When they look back at me, I can tell they’re unmoved by my argument. I feel the pit of worry in my stomach grow.
“First of all, you’re not yetinyour third trimester,” Ben points out.
“Second, please tell us you’re not trying to get out of this by using the baby.”
I blink in surprise at them. “I mean, pregnancy brain is definitely a thing. If you don’t believe me—which you totally should, I’m a nurse—you can Google it.”
“I don’t need to Google it,” Ben says, and both of their faces are even sterner, if that’s possible.
“We know that pregnancy brain is real, Camille. That’s not what’s in question here. It’s your ability to tell the truth.”
I gasp. For someone who I thought was very new to the Daddy scene, Ryle sure has caught on quick! “I… I…”
“Lied,” Ben supplies. “That’s the issue we’re addressing here.”
Ooh, I donotlike how he said that. It sounds like I need to be worried. The skin on my bottom crawls.
