Page 17 of Evidence of Us

There isn’t a buildup to a gradual pace. No, he starts fucking me hard, fast, and deep. He is absolutely ruthless about it, and I moan and scream out my pleasure as he violently fucks me. I have my nails dug into his skin as he rams into me over and over again.

I am sobbing by the time he comes, and it’s not from discomfort or overstimulation; it’s because I’ve come so many times that mybrain is fried. I am mostly out of it while he cleans my body, but then he lays down with me so I can rest my head on his chest.

A while later, I start coming back around, and he is rubbing my back. “Mmmm,” I groan.

“There you are,” Zeke says, setting his phone down and lifting my chin.

“You’re a monster,” I choke out in a whisper, making him chuckle. “I love you, Zeke. So much.”

“I love you too, Mariska,” he says, gently kissing me.

“I loved that… So much. It’s everything I dreamed of, and more,” I say. “You are perfect.”

“Want to know something about Meghan that I think you’ll find amusing?” he asks.

“If it gives me a chance to make fun of her, absolutely,” I laugh.

“She couldn’t handle it. She said tonight that she cheated because I wasn’t rough enough with her. Usually, she’d force herself on me, and I wasn’t willing to hurt her to get her to stop, so I’d just sit there. When I’d be in a certain mood and wanted to get her to fuck off for a while, I’d do that, and not even that intensely, and she folded every time. She’d call a safe word and pout for days, saying I was too rough,” he explains, and I laugh.

“I once sucked off a man and made him cry,” I say, and he laughs with me.

“Baby, I think we are perfect for each other,” Zeke says, kissing me.

“What if Dawson is a vanilla fucker?” I ask. “I can’t be with someone who can’t feed my trauma responses, Zee.”

“Does he know you are a kinky little thing?” Zeke asks.

“Mmm. Kinda. I told him once that a man called me a freak for wanting to be choked. I said it made me feel bad because when I was raped, he choked me,” I explain. “He told me it was normal and healthy, and I had no reason to feel bad.”

“When was this?”

“The same day I felt his tree trunk cock,” I giggle, and he smiles. “I think I’m a masochist.”

“You think so?” he laughs. “I love it.”

“I’m tired,” I yawn.

“Rest, love. I’m right here,” he says, kissing me.

I relax into him and allow myself to drift away. Just as I am slipping into my dreams, I’m jolted awake by Zeke’s phone ringing.

“Hello,” Zeke rumbles. “Fuck… Okay. No, I’m with her. We will be there soon… Yep…”

“No,” I whine.

“There’s a body,” he says, kissing the top of my head.

“Ugh!” I groan loudly but get up with Zeke. We start getting dressed, and I sleepily make my way out to my car. I hand off the keys to Zeke because I am not in any position to drive this tired.

“We need to tell Kevin that we are together,” Zeke says as we drive.

“He’s going to know the second we pull up in my car,” I laugh.

“Yeah, we will have to sign something with him. It will basically just be us saying that we agreed to keep our shit out of the station, and if we don’t, we are subject to termination.”

“Fair enough,” I shrug. “So… Maybe I should’ve mentioned this before. Probably could’ve been a conversation…”

“Oh, I thought about it. You aren’t on birth control, are you?” he asks, glancing at me.