11. Dean
Dean
Marcus left a few hours ago to catch a late-evening Twins game, leaving me home to have some peace and quiet. I settled into the living room with a cheese pizza and beer before scrolling through movies to watch.
About twenty minutes later, I decided on an old favorite, Fight Club, and relaxed back into the cushions. I would have gone with Marcus to catch the game as we always did when we had nothing better to do, but I just wasn’t feeling it, and a movie night alone sounded a lot more appealing.
I spent most of my time thinking about my conversation with Marcus this morning—his proposal to share Madison. I was surprised, to say the least, at his offer to share her—this kind of suggestion coming from a guy who didn’t even know how to share an order of fries .
Other than considering the potential fallout that could happen if things went south between us, I was more than happy to claim a piece of Madison after last night. I fully understood what Marcus meant when he said she was different, that something about her just pulled you in—she was addicting.
I needed to stop thinking about Madison. I could feel myself growing hard the more I thought about her mouth wrapped around me—my eyes closing as the palm of my hand rubbed against my aching dick through my sweatpants. Fuck.
The door to the apartment flew open, smashing into the wall, and I launched myself off the couch to turn and see what the fuck had just happened, my half-full beer bottle falling to the carpet and soaking it through.
My eyes locked with a set of blue-greys, contrasted by a heavy splatter of red. It was Madison, and she was covered in blood—dripping with it.
“Madison, what the fuck.” I gasped before jumping over the back of the couch and sprinting towards her.
She was laughing hysterically as I wrapped my arms around her waist and slammed the door shut before she attracted any more unwanted attention than she probably already had. Madison wasn’t exactly being discreet with her bloody and unhinged appearance right now.
“You should see the look on your face—so serious and scared.” She licked her blood-covered lips as her hand wrapped around the back of my neck. “Do I scare you, baby? ”
I didn’t think to question her. Something was off, wrong; I could see it in her eyes—as hollow as they were.
Without answering, I dragged Madison down the hall and into the bathroom. I turned on the shower and pulled her inside with me.
As the water washed the blood from her skin and streaked it across her scrubs, I cupped her cheeks in an attempt to keep her attention on me. She needed grounding.
“Madison.” I pressed with concern for her mental state of mind. “What happened? Is this from the hospital? Are you okay?”
“I’m a monster, Dean. I’ll never be okay.” She spoke as her hands raised to cup the backs of mine. Her skin was as cold as ice, even with the warm water rushing over her body. I pulled her into me, pressing the side of her head against my chest.
What the fuck? Did Marcus know about this?
I knew Madison had worked as a contract killer for Charlotte—the body count that she, Alexis, and Chyler had left behind, but this… this was something else. This wasn’t some job assignment she was coming home from—not when she looked so disconnected from the present; from herself.
“You can let me go. I can take care of myself.” She pulled away from me with a weak smile, the hollow side of her slowly fading away. That smile expressed everything she was too ashamed to say—a smile I knew all too well.
“Then why did you come here? Why not go home?” I felt myself getting angry with her. The same hot and cold bullshit I had to deal with when it came to Amber and now her .
Why couldn’t I just catch a break for once?
“Because you and Marcus both have something I need.” My brows furrowed as I shook my head, not understanding what she meant.
“Sex, Dean.” She giggled at my silence and confusion as if this was all just some game to her.
“I need you to fuck me—make it all stop.” Her voice was breathless as she wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling her body up against me, her lips just barely grazing mine.
“Madison—”
“I need this. Don’t make me beg.”
I could feel the tears in her voice and struggled to find the resistance to deny what she wanted in her emotionally vulnerable state.
“Fuck.” I sighed heavily before claiming her mouth with mine and backing her up against the tile wall, my hands pressed on either side of her head, caging her in.
Madison tugged my soaked T-shirt up, running her hands along my stomach and sides, feeling her way around until she reached the waistband of my sweatpants. She slipped her hand inside, wrapping it around my hard length as she moaned into my mouth and started stroking me.
I kissed my way down her body, starting with her neck and collarbone, lifting her shirt off before descending further down. I gripped her pants, pulling them down with me as I dragged my mouth along her stomach and nipped at her hip.
After removing her clothes, I stood back to full height, lifting one of her thighs and wrapping it around my waist as I slid myself inside of her, digging my fingers into her ass cheek and slamming her against the wall with every thrust.
Madison latched on to me, her mouth sucking on my neck as her nails dragged themselves down my shoulders and biceps.
I could feel her cunt squeezing itself like a vice around me as I pressed my forehead into the crook of her neck, pounding into her harder as my balls began to tighten and my breaths quickened.
“Let go, darling.” I breathed against her skin, dragging my lips up the side of her neck to her ear. “I’ll always have you.”
I didn’t know what came over me to say those words to her, but there was no lie behind them. Like Marcus, I wanted her, no matter how many pieces she came in.
I felt her shatter around me as she screamed and cried into my shoulder. My climax burst through me a few thrusts after, filling her with my cum before I collapsed against her and the wall, the cool tiles pressing into my hot and flushed skin.
When she pulled away, releasing her mouth from me, she locked eyes with mine, her warm, breathless pants kissing my wet skin.
We stood there in silence, wrapped in each other’s embrace for a brief minute before her eyes closed, and she went limp in my arms, passing out from everything that had consumed and drained her.
After putting Madison to bed, I quickly cleaned up any of the remaining blood from the bathroom and entryway, throwing her scrubs straight into the trash.
They were stained to hell and destroyed; there was no salvaging them at this point.
All the hydrogen peroxide in the world couldn’t remove the amount of blood they now held.
Marcus entered the apartment just as I was about to throw the last piece of blood-soaked paper towel into the trash.
“What the fuck did you do to the wall?”
His first words upon entering as he took in the huge hole Madison had left in the wall when she busted through the door like the Kool-Aid man high on crack.
“That wasn’t me.” I gestured down the hall to my room and held my finger up to my lips, hoping he would take the hint.
“Madison?” He frowned as he kicked off his sneakers and approached me in the kitchen, crossing his arms over his chest. “What happened?”
“I would like to ask you the same thing. Did you know she wasn’t well?”
“What? Like you mean sick? I don’t fucking think the flu would cause a person to bust down a fucking—”
“Are you being serious right now? Fucking hell Marcus.” I threw my hands in the air and scoffed at his ignorance. “Tell me, did you ever question why she craved sex from you so much or why she always came to you when she needed it?”
Marcus shut his mouth and clenched his jaw, unaware of what Madison was going through and why she was using him so frequently.
“Jesus Christ, Marcus…” I sighed, dragging a hand down my face before resting it on my hip. Of all the times for him to not pay attention to the woman he was sleeping with. “It’s a coping mechanism.”
“What is?”
“Sex!” I whisper-shouted, hoping to get my point across without waking Madison up because he clearly wasn’t getting it. The same guy who suggested that I fuck away my feelings.
I only noticed she had a problem because I was going through a similar mindset with my break-up.
I could see the signs she was displaying and understood them for what they were—her form of grieving—but from what?
“Madison uses sex to cope with whatever the fuck is or has been bothering her. How can you not see that?”
“I just—”
At a loss for words, Marcus dropped his arms, pressing his palms into the counter, and hung his head.
He was most likely just now realizing all the fine details he had missed the entire time they had been together. He brushed aside all the red flags as if they didn’t matter because he had her, and that was all he wanted.
Madison was hurting, even if she wasn’t showing it on the outside, but the real question was, how long had she been this way?
“I’m not saying that all she wanted was to use you, but that played a huge role in why she needed you so much.”
I’m sure their feelings for one another were real, but so much more was happening behind closed doors.
“So, what do we do?” Marcus sighed with a look of defeat as he ran a hand through his hair and stared down the hallway.
“Right now? We let her sleep…” I blew out a breath as I focused in the same direction. “And when she wakes up, we are going to talk to her… because I sure as fuck know she needs it.”
Whoever broke her so severely that it was taking her this long to recover was number one on my shit list. I’ll kill the motherfucker.
Marcus and I would put her back together.
Madison didn’t need fixing—she needed to feel whole again, and casual sex wasn’t going to do that, at least not anymore.