Dirty Daddies(48)

Difficult. Little. Bitch.

It’s about time this little cow learned some manners.

And I’m about to fucking teach her.





Chapter Fifteen





Carrie



I can’t believe those two assholes were in the pub having a drink without me. I can’t believe they manhandled me into the back of the car like I’m a naughty fucking kid.

“Eddie Stevens is a stupid little shit,” Jack barks from the front. “And you’ll be staying away from him. He deals fucking coke.”

“Oh, I will, will I?” I snap. “Says fucking who?”

It’s Michael who turns to look at me through the gap in the seats. “Says fucking me, Carrie. And Jack. We both fucking say it, so shut your fucking mouth and be thankful we were there before you ended up more shitfaced than you are already.”

I stare in shock at the man who’s always been so kind to me, not recognising the angry guy who glares at me as I shut my mouth and settle down with a sneer.

The tequila has gone to my head. I downed way too many before stumbling out into the cold to have a cigarette, courtesy of Eddie and his plan to get his dick inside me. Any more and I’d be on my ass right now, most likely with Eddie’s slimy tongue down my throat.

I can’t keep my mouth closed for long, it’s not in my nature. “You’ve got some fucking nerve, both of you. You can’t fucking tell me what to do.”

And then Jack says it, he actually says it.

“While you’re under my fucking roof, you’ll do as you’re fucking told. Any more backchat and I’ll put you over my fucking knee and slap some fucking manners into you.”

Fuck, how a thrill zips through me. Fuck, how the tequila makes me want to slip my hand down my knickers and touch myself at the thought of Jack tearing my jeans down and spanking my bare ass.

I should be pissed at the humiliation of being dragged away from the pub in front of everyone – so many nosey gawping faces staring through the windows at the commotion.

I should be bailing out of this car and telling those sonsofbitches to get fucked, that I’m not doing what either of them tell me, because I don’t have to. I’m a woman now, a woman with her own fucking mind.

And her own fucking needs that neither of these two assholes are willing to fulfil.

Even though I’m drunk, I see the look pass between them. It’s one I can’t read, and that’s not something I’m used to. They’re conspiring without words, and it makes me uneasy, nervous…

Excited.

“I mean it,” Jack continues. “I’ll spank your insolent little ass until you’ve learned your fucking lesson. And don’t think for a fucking second that I won’t.”

I lean forward in the seat until my head is on Michael’s shoulder. He smells amazing. Like musk and man and rage. He stiffens in his seat as I breathe into his ear.

My voice is loud when it comes out. “Why are you letting him speak to me like that? You’re supposed to be my fucking caseworker.”

“Not anymore,” he says. “So I’d mind your fucking manners and sit back nicely in your seat, if I were you.”

But I don’t.

My thighs are closed tight, my muscles tense as my hips rock back and forth. My pussy is tingling, just like it does when I think about Michael and Jack in bed at night.

“You two are totally fucking out of order,” I hiss. “You’re not my fucking daddies. I’m not some little kid who’ll do what she’s told.”

“You will do what you’re told,” Jack barks. “And if we have to be your fucking daddies to knock some sense into you, then we’ll be your fucking daddies. I don’t give a shit.”

I suck in my breath so they don’t hear me gasp, and I can’t help it. My fingers slip between my thighs in the darkness of the backseat. And I’m wet. I’m really wet.

I’ve never had anything like a daddy before, not since my first foster family all those years ago. Not since Eli ruined everything for me.

I’ve never had anyone threaten me with a spanking before either.

I circle my clit with my drunk fingers, trying to steady my breath as I speak right into Michael’s ear.

“What about you, Daddy Mike? You gonna let him spank me? You gonna watch?”

“He’ll spank you his fucking self,” Jack snaps. “Won’t you, Daddy Mike?”

Michael’s so stiff in his seat. I can hear his breathing, and it’s fast. Nearly as fast as mine.

“Just shut your mouth, Carrie, and you won’t have to find out.” He shifts his position and I wonder if he’s hard. Surely not.

Not Michael.

Not the man who said he doesn’t want me.