Page 30 of The Family Pet

“Please, Daddy?”

Uncle Bowie snorted. “You’re lucky you’re a handsome boy because you’re already on thin fucking ice. I’m starting to think maybe your punishment last night wasn’t enough.”

Uncle Bowie glanced our way, and I couldn’t see Ridge’s face, but he humped up against me hard, as if he loved the idea of being punished. My dick throbbed, too, because as horrible as some parts of last night had been. . . the rest of it was really good. I’d never been so humiliated and turned on.

Uncle Bowie brought the car to a stop, and when I glanced up, I was confused. We weren’t on Vert Island or anywhere downtown in New Gothenburg. “Where are we?”

Ridge grunted out an agreeable sound, as if maybe he had the same question.

“Don’t worry about it. Just follow me.” Uncle Bowie opened his door and got out. Rain had begun to dapple the windshield, the slushy kind that might turn to ice. I leaned forward and glanced upward. Dark clouds were rolling in, giving the day an ominous mood that shivered through my bones and made my heart squeeze. It had been a day like this one when my parents left me high and dry. I held my breath. Uncle Bowie slammed his door, and I flinched. The seat belt didn’t unlatch the first time I hit the button, and it took Ridge holding the belt still before my trembling hands could function to free us. I wasn’t sure what to expect. Curiosity tangled with a wave of dread that smashed into me.

Ridge brushed his lips against the back of my neck, and the small twist of his hips as he drove his rock-hard dick against my ass made my cheeks burn. I wanted to have my tongue in his hole again. Maybe get on my knees for him. Let him fuck me right here, right now. I reached for the door, but he only wrapped his arms firmly around my middle when I shifted on his lap.

“Your dad said to get out,” I murmured.

“So what?” Ridge licked along my bruised jaw and the twinge of pain felt good, but fear tore through me.

“Did you enjoy what happened last night? He’ll do something worse to you.” I was also worried about myself, but I didn’t think that saying anything like that out loud would be smart. Ridge might be acting slightly nicer, but he was still the same asshole who turned everything into a competition.

Ridge stilled for a moment, then kissed my neck again. His palm slid across my leather-covered thigh and cupped my wood where it jutted against the front of my pants.

“Ridge,” I hissed, but when I tried to move again, he locked his hands onto my hips.

He bit my earlobe and the pain had me trying to elbow him, but he wrapped his arms around my chest to stop me. “Aren’t you mine, too? Don’t you have to listen to me? Stay put,” he growled.

My heart hammered and my stomach turned. “Please,” I moaned. I didn’t want to have to choose. I was pretty sure I should be more afraid of pissing off Uncle Bowie, but sometimes he handed me off to Ridge alone.

It was starting to feel like there was no way to be a good pup. I bit the inside of my lip for thinking of myself as an animal, but what was the point of fighting it? Unless Uncle Bowie said otherwise, I was a pup and anything else he told me to be. I wasn’t stupid. He might’ve paid off the Harlots, but there were other people out there who would want a chunk of me. Unless I could figure out a way to scrape together enough funds to get started in a new city, maybe on the other side of the globe, I would have to watch my back for a long time to come.

Maybe forever.

It turned out I didn’t have to worry too much about choosing between obeying Ridge or Uncle Bowie because the door opened, and Uncle Bowie dragged me out. I fell to my knees in the cold mud, but he didn’t seem to care, only hoisted me back to my feet again. My blue sweater was splotched with dirt and my leather pants were covered in dripping filth.

Uncle Bowie glared at Ridge, who mumbled something that could’ve been “sorry, Daddy.”

“Look what you’ve done. You’re going to have to learn to take better care of your pup, Ridge. Now he’s muddy. He’ll need to be bathed or he’ll track dirt through the house.”

I glared at Uncle Bowie, and he smirked at me, then put his hand on my neck and shoved me back against the car. I whimpered as he grabbed my hard dick through my pants. “You’ve got such a pretty new pup, Ridge, so I understand why you want to play with him so much—” Uncle Bowie’s grip on my dick tightened, and I squirmed. “—but we’re on a schedule.”

A car pulled to a stop next to us, and my heart nearly jumped out of my body. Uncle Bowie rubbed my dick, ignoring the rest of the world. A moan slipped out of me that I hated, and I slapped my hand over my mouth.

Ridge got out of the car and slammed the door down, then leaned in closer to us. “Daddy, I want him. I want to fuck him as hard as he did me.”

Yes. I whimpered because the words were clearly meant as a threat, but they did something wonderful and awful to me. I needed it. Hell, if they asked me to put my ass in the air for them right now, I would.

Uncle Bowie’s eyes darkened and he ripped my hand away from my mouth, then attacked. His lips brutalized mine as he shoved me back against the car hard enough that my back ached. He stopped kissing me, and I blinked up into the frigid mist spitting at us from the darkening gray sky.

Ridge crossed his arms and stared at the ground, and Uncle Bowie pulled him in. Ridge’s eyes widened. “What the fuck?”

Uncle Bowie shut Ridge up with a kiss that left him blinking when Uncle Bowie pulled back.

Ridge glared at me and shifted from foot to foot.

My face flooded with heat. Was his ass tender from what I’d done to him? Should I have fought harder to say no in the moment? It was done and over with, but I just didn’t know what was right and wrong anymore. Philosophy was my bread and butter, but I couldn’t work out the real ethics of any of this. The entire situation was too convoluted, and part of me thought Uncle Bowie had every right to treat me however he wanted. He’d just paid four million dollars to keep me from being torn to shreds—he owned me.

Uncle Bowie rested one hand on my head. He dug his fingers into my hair and the delicious sensation of him scratching my scalp did nothing to make my hard-on go down. When Ridge huffed, Uncle Bowie drew him closer until he bumped against my side. “You will both listen to me and do everything I say inside. Your obedience here is even more important than it was in the meeting we just left.”

I nodded quickly.