Page 30 of Evidence of Us

“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 hismouth 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?”