CHAPTER 175

CAIN POV

Brian looks mortified, and I can’t say I blame him. This wasn’t exactly on the menu as his ideal way to handle one of his waifs and strays.

  But it was the right way to handle her.

 I’ve no doubt we’ve done the right thing, even if things veered dangerously close to the edge.

 “She needed that,” I tell him and he nods even though I’m unsure he believes me.

  “She needs to stay away from Raul fucking Elf,” he says and I’ve no argument there.

 “She will stay away from him. She has us to keep her on the straight and narrow.”

 He lowers his voice. “By spanking her every time she does something we disagree with?”

  “By spanking her every time she deserves it.”

      “It’s wrong,” he says.

“No,” I argue. “It worked. How can that be wrong? The girl is crying out for discipline. She’s crying out for people who’ll stand up to her shit and stay firm through it.”

 “And that’s us, is it? We’re going to be the ones to do this?”

 I shrug. “Unless you have any better ideas?”

 He runs his hands through his hair. “I wanted to fuck her, Cain. I was so fucking close to fucking her. Her pussy was right there by my fingers. I could’ve just…”

 “Maybe you should have,” I tell him, and I know how fucked up it sounds. “Maybe we both should have.”

 He shakes his head. “No, Cain. No fucking way. This is so fucking fucked up.”

      I haven’t smoked in over a decade but I’m gagging for a cigarette right now.

“One of us is going to fuck her,” I say.

      “And what about the other one?”

I shrug, because I have no fucking idea.

 We’re both in deep. Too fucking deep.

 “Unless we don’t work out which one,” I think aloud. “Unless we just let it run its course.”

“Like it did tonight, you mean? With both of us on the edge of fucking the girl. I nearly got my fucking dick out when she was over your knee.”

“I nearly got mine out when she was over yours, what’s your point?”

 His mouth flaps and I have the strangest urge to laugh at all this.

  “My point is,” he says finally, “that we can’t do this. It’s wrong.”

 “Probably,” I agree. “So what next? Ask her who she wants out of the pair of us?”

   The thought of rejection scares me and I can tell a mile off it scares him too.

 “She said she wants both of us,” he says, like I’m not perfectly aware of that. “She can’t be serious, and even if she were, that would never work. It’s insane.”

“Everything about this is insane,” I tell him. “Everything about this whole fucking spectacle is insane.”

  His eyes widen as he stares at me. “Don’t tell me you’re even contemplating it.”

 It surprises me to find that I am. It surprises me to find that if I had it my way, I’d drag her back downstairs and we’d take it in turns right here and now to fuck that tight little pussy.

      She wants it.

      We want it.

But the horror on Brian’s face tells me he’s not nearly so sure.

 “I have to go,” he says. “I’ve got to think.”

      I nod. “Sure.”

 “I can’t believe I’m involved in this.”

 I get to my feet. “I’m pretty sure none of us fucking can.”

I’ve the strangest urge to ruffle that scruffy hair of his, like I did when we were kids and he was getting stressed about some shit or other.

I’m two months older than Brian and it counted back then. I was always the daring one. Always the one who’d cross the rickety bridge first, just as I was today.

 “It’s Saturday tomorrow,” I say. “We need some normality. How about you come over for some beers in the evening, we’ll try to wind this shit-storm back down to some kind of decency. A few drinks, maybe a film. Absolutely no spanking.” I laugh but he doesn’t laugh with me.

“I’ll let you know,” he says as he gets to the door.

 “You can stay if you want,” I tell him. 

“You can take the sofa,” I added hastily, in case there was any confusion.

 He’s already halfway down the drive when he raises his hand in a thanks but no thanks.

     

It appears he doesn’t want a ride home either.

      He’s turned the corner before I’ve even found my keys.