Chapter Twelve
Dawson
I can hear Mariska’s whimpers and sniffles as she fights to hide that she is crying. I want to go in there and hold her, but I know she needs a moment to process what has happened.
The truth is, she is absolutely going to spiral.
Zeke and I both know it. I can just see the storm swirling around her.
The question is, will she stay grounded?
When she spirals, it admittedly scares me.
I was always so worried that I’d get a call one day saying that she had taken her life.
Her parents are amazing people, and I kept in contact with them a lot for this reason.
There were times she was absolutely a threat to herself, but her parents urged me to just give her time.
I trusted that they knew their daughter, and they were always right.
I was always quick to suggest an involuntary commitment, but she surprised me each and every time she pulled herself out of the depths of the depression.
Zeke opens the door, and Mariska’s parents, Sean and Rita Rowan, walk in. “How is she?” Sean asks me.
“She’s okay right now. I don’t know how long that will last, though. Adam tackled her and had her pinned,” I answer.
“Hey, baby,” Rita says, hugging Zeke.
“Hey, son,” Sean says, hugging Zeke next.
“Hey, guys…” Zeke says cautiously.
“What’s wrong?” Rita asks, looking at me.
“I put my DNA in the system to rule myself out from the DNA in her rape kit,” Zeke says.
“It hit for a match to Mark. Unless I have a full-blooded brother out there somewhere… We suspected this already because of Meghan… but this means my parents were likely the ones who put Meghan and Mark up to all of that.”
“I always knew Meghan was trouble," Rita says.
“Caleb emailed me the results, but she doesn’t know yet,” Zeke says.
“She’s not going to take that well,” Sean says with a heavy sigh.
“No,” I say. “If we can keep her grounded, she will get through it without much issue.”
“Okay. I think with us here, it might make things harder,” Rita says. We go silent for a moment to listen to her, and she is spiraling fast now.
“I agree,” I say.
“Are both of you dating her now?” Sean asks.
“Yes, sir,” I say carefully.
“I know you both will take care of her… Just… She won’t survive being hurt again like that… Don’t let my little girl get hurt again…”
“I swear on my life,” Zeke says firmly, and we all know he means it.
“Tell her that we will swing by in a few days, or you all can come for dinner,” Rita says, hugging Zeke and me both. When they leave, I look at Zeke.
“Suggestions?” I ask, knowing the answer.
“Well,” Zeke says with a smirk. “We go in there and fuck her through all of that trauma.”
“And you can handle her crying while you fuck her?” I ask.
“Dawson, man… I will bend her over and fuck her ass while she sobs. You wanna know why?” he asks.
“Why’s that?” I smile, knowing the answer.
“Because if I stop, even for a moment, she will beg me to make it hurt more,” he says. “You want to ground her in reality? Meet her where she’s at and fight fire with fire. Fuck her like she won’t survive it, and she’ll be able to see past the storm around her.”
“Let’s do it,” I say. “When we get her out of the shower, we can take turns fucking her on the bed.”
“I’m already hard. Let’s go,” Zeke grunts, gripping his cock through his pants.
I follow him to the bathroom, and we both start undressing. Zeke looks like he is going to attack her, but Mariska is watching me watch Zeke. He leans down slightly to pull his shoes off, and I grab him by the hair and push him down to his knees.
“I didn’t mean me, you…” Zeke starts to protest, but I stun him when I slap him across the face. Before he can recover, I force my cock down his throat and start fucking his mouth hard and fast.
“Choke on it, pretty boy,” I growl. He is trying to push me away, but still sucking my cock.
I point to the counter as I move Zeke into the tub.
Mariska wipes her eyes and peeks out of the shower.
Her face lights up when she sees the massive dildo and lubricant.
Originally meant to torture her, she rushes out to get it as I get Zeke down on all fours.
He isn’t fighting as I continue to fuck his mouth as the shower rains down on us.
We are still half-dressed, but none of us cares.
Zeke is too busy sucking my cock and stroking his own to realize what she is doing until she suddenly rams the full length of the eleven-inch-long, four-inch-girth silicone cock into his ass.
This little lady starts fucking his ass so hard that he has to pull away from me to scream through the pain.
“Take it, bitch. Come on. Come for us, pussy,” I mock him.
“FuckFuckFuck!” Zeke moans. I press my cock against his lips, and he moans so beautifully as he wraps his lips around me and sucks hard.
“There ya go, pretty boy. Doesn’t that feel good?” I praise him as I stroke his hair. “Look how well you take her. You gonna come for us?”
I hold the sides of his face and start pushing deeper as I quicken my pace.
He gags, so I keep hitting that spot over and over and over again.
Mariska is still fucking his ass shockingly hard and fast, forcing every inch of it into him, all while Zeke is violently stroking his cock as he moans loudly around me.
“Come for us, pretty boy. Drain that fucking cock for us. There you go. That’s it.” I timed it just right because he starts vomiting at the same time as he comes. When his cock stops pulsating, Mariska and I stop and start cleaning him as he sits there exhausted.
“I’m going to fuck you up for that,” Zeke pants.
“Looking forward to it,” I say, leaning down and kissing him hard.
When I look at Mariska, it dawns on her that she is next.