Chapter Eight #2
“I’d like Dawson to see Harper,” I say. “It’s different in person than those pictures explain.”
“Okay. Take Zeke, and you three go down and talk to Levi. Zeke, go see Caleb after. I will work on talking to the families. Geno and Parker, keep working on that timeline.”
I walk out of the conference room and to the elevator. It’s not until the door shuts that I realize I just trapped myself in here with them.
“A little birdy told me you needed to talk to me?” Dawson asks.
“Tell the little birdy I'm going to staple its freaking beak shut,” I say, and Zeke laughs. “I just…”
The doors open, and I run instead. When I walk into the morgue, I grab a mask and walk over to Levi. “Save me. They fucking brought Dawson in to advise,” I say.
“Hell yeah, bitch,” Levi cackles.
“Zeke wants to share me,” I whisper, and he gasps.
“Okay. Okay. Dead body,” I say when Zeke and Dawson come in. “Levi, this is Dawson.”
“It’s good to put a partial face to the name, Doctor,” Levi says, smiling under his mask.
“I hate you,” I deadpan. “Tell us about her.”
“Cause of death is strangulation. Everything presents the exact same way, but there are a few differences,” Levi says. “We knew all of them were raped, but no DNA was found. He left behind some swimmers this time; there are wood shavings under the nails, and on the nails… I’m not sure what it is.”
I grab gloves and pull them on before Levi hands me Harper’s right hand. I stare at it for a moment. I lay the hand down before backing off and pulling my phone out. “What’s up?” Zeke asks.
“Calling Dad,” I say as he answers.
“Hey, kiddo. How is work?” Dad asks as I place the call on speakerphone.
“Hey, Daddy. Good. I have a question. You know how when you are working on stuff, and you end up with that brownish clear stuff on your nails when you don’t wear gloves, what is that from?”
“Varnish,” he says. “Why?”
“I can’t really go into detail, but that’s what I think it is. It’s paired with wood shavings, though.”
“Sounds like a woodshop,” he says.
“Wait. Would a table saw cut clean lines in the flesh? Like, very clean cuts?” I ask, handing my phone to Dawson and putting gloves back on. Levi picks up the femur so we can see the end, and I pull the light down closer.
“God, no, but definitely a band saw,” he says. “Your Uncle Raymond actually did that with a deer once. Your grandpa was both pissed off and impressed. Looked like a surgeon cut that thing up.”
“Shit, okay. Thanks, Daddy,” I say.
“Come see your old man, girl. He misses you,” Dad says, and I laugh.
“I saw you three days ago, old man. I’ll come by when I can,” I say. “And I’ll bring Zeke.”
“Oh? Are we killing him or welcoming him back into the family?”
“Welcoming him back into the family. He lives with me. Meghan is probably shacked up with Mark by now.”
“Mark? That little whore,” Mom scoffs, knowing the story.
“Anywho,” I say. “You are on speakerphone, and I’m holding a leg, so I’ll call later. Love you guys,” I say. Dawson ends the call, and I set the femur down. “It’s a woodshop. That’s the killer. He’s a woodworker.”
“Let’s go work on the rest of the profile and see what we can come up with,” Dawson says, and I nod. I back up and take my gloves off before turning to Levi.
“You gonna explain?” he asks me.
“I will. I promise,” I say. “Let me know what shows up with DNA.”
“Will do, babycakes,” Levi calls out as we leave. When we step into the elevator, Zeke covers my mouth and looks at Dawson.
“I have given her my full blessing for her to have a relationship with you. I am confident we can share her. She admitted to loving you, but you and I both know that the thought of love scares her. She thought you only cared because she paid you to, but then realized you do care because she wasn't paying you, and you still stayed by her side. I am confident enough in myself and her that she is genuine when she says she wants us both, and I am when I say I would love nothing more than for you and me to bury inside of her and let her see a glimpse of heaven… Oh, and she’s majorly into CNC. Last night was… Well, she opted not to have a safeword.”
“How about you and me?” Dawson asks. “Think we can get along?”
Zeke scans Dawson, and I recognize that look. They both have it. “Yeah, I think you’d look good on your knees too,” Zeke says, and my mouth falls open.
“I’ll remind you of that when I have you bent over and begging for mercy,” Dawson says with an innocent smile, making Zeke smirk.
“Whoa,” I say. “That’s hot as fuck. Can I just see you two jerk each other off? Is that a possibility?”
“If you take his cock like a good girl and no one catches you, yes,” Zeke says.
“What about… Zeke, you said you were going to get me pregnant. How is that going to work?”
“We both raise it,” he says with a shrug.
“Did you two already talk?” I ask.
“Yes,” Dawson laughs. “I gave him my cell when you walked away. We’ve been texting.”
“And…”
“And he is right. I do love you,” Dawson says as the elevator doors open.
“I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear that,” Kevin says as he gets in, and I get out with Dawson.
“Bye,” I laugh before Dawson and I walk away. We go to the conference room, and Dawson locks the door when we come in.
“Mariska, come here,” Dawson says. I turn to him, and he smiles. “Come here.”
“I feel like this is a trap,” I admit.
“How so?” he asks.
“I’ve been unhappy for so long. I just don’t believe that this is real,” I explain as he slowly steps closer. “Like if I look away for too long, it will all disappear and I’ll be back in that house with him on top of me.”
“Let me show you how real this is, Mariska,” he says, looping his arm around my body to pull me against his chest.
“Please,” I whisper.
“Turn and grab the table,” he says before gently kissing me. I do, and he slowly unbuttons my pants and pulls them down with my panties. “I’d love nothing more than to lay you out and eat your pussy for hours, but this will do fine for now.”
“You’re about to wreck me, aren’t you?” I ask as he rubs my hips.
“I suggest you relax and cover your mouth, or the whole station is about to hear me fuck you,” Dawson warns me.
I cover my mouth and try to relax my body, but it doesn’t matter when he starts pushing his cock into me.
I growl and groan as he stretches me wide.
He starts to pull out, and I relax a bit, thinking he is stopping for a second, but no.
He slams back into me, and I scream into my hand.
“Fuck,” he growls, pulling out and slamming back into me.
He may be as long as Zeke, but Dawson’s cock is so thick, he might actually rip me in half.
I end up moving forward too much, so he stops.
I am about to apologize when he pulls me down to the ground and pushes my knees to my chest. Like this, I can cover my mouth with both hands.
This time, when he surges back into me, he can easily find an unrelenting and punishing pace as I scream into my hands.
He lays one hand over mine as he leans into me and forces his cock deeper.
He is grunting and groaning as I teeter on the edge of an orgasm.
When he moans my name, though, it’s over.
My eyes roll back, and my pussy tightens around him as my back arches.
He comes with me as I fall, but then the exhaustion sneaks in.
I whine when he stands me up to fix my pants.
“I’m sorry. I’d let you sleep if I could,” he chuckles and kisses me. “Go clean up, and we can get this profile done.”
“I love you too,” I say. “It scares me to say, but last night when I found out you stopped billing my insurance… I love both of you so much and…”
“And we will share you,” he says softly, kissing me again. “When you get time, we will get together away from here, and we will show you that we can share you. Okay?”
“You are not fucking my ass,” I say firmly, and he grins. “Really, neither of you…”
“Then we can both force into your tight cunt,” he suggests, and my eyes go wide.
“You know… I think we should just buy some lube and one of y’all can fuck my ass,” I laugh. “Okay. I’m going to the restroom.”
“I’ll be here,” he remarks.