Page 23 of Evidence of Us

“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.

Chapter Nine

Zeke

God, I love thatwoman. I know she is going to have the best time with him in there. A little jealous I don’t get to watch, but there is plenty of time later to see them connect.

“Hey,” I say to Caleb as I walk into the lab.

“Hey, man,” he says. “I got your text. What’s up?”

“I need you to put my DNA in the system,” I say. “Kevin knows, too, but to make a long story short, I think my older brother is who raped Mariska. Kevin said my DNA can be run to rule me out, since I was in her life back then.”

“Brother? Damn, he’s a piece of shit,” Caleb says as he goes to get a collection kit.

“Yeah, well, he raped me for years. It’s not surprising. I think my parents put him up to it to prevent her and me from staying together. They hated her family because they didn’t have the money they did,” I explain.

“Does she know?”

“Yeah,” I say. “We just don’t want anyone knowing right now. If it’s confirmed, that’s different.”

“Okay. I’ve got a buddy in the state lab who can get this pushed through. I should be able to tell you tomorrow,” he says. “Same thing for the semen sample from the last victim.”