Dexter (Mistress & Master of Restraint) (21 page)

Chapter Seventeen

I take the loveseat and Marcus takes the sofa. We sprawl out and sigh in a mixture of relief and frustration.
“Why isn’t Ezra here?” I ask my cousin.

“I’d prefer if he stayed out of this. I want him with his family. Restraint will survive without him, but the chaos may hurt him psychologically. Aaron’s shown a lot of potential. His instincts are perfect. If only we could stop this shit from spreading,” Marc sighs again.
“What do you think is going on?”
I roll over and face him.
“I know what’s going on and I’m trying to circumvent it. They’re out maneuvering me at every turn.” He sounds awed and scared.” 
“You’re not going to explain it to me, are you?”
“
Nope,
and it’s not because I don’t trust you. I’m keeping you out of it as much as I can for the same reason Ezra is at home. I don’t want this to affect your everyday life, Dexter. I’m tying my damnedest.”

“Tell me something at least.”
“The book, the riots, and the incident in the dungeon are just small parts in the grander scheme of things. Adelaide Whittenhower is but a pawn in this as well. I can’t believe anyone would believe that she could obtain all of that information and release a book while committed to an asylum. Idiots,”
he curses under his breath.

“So there isn’t a leak?”
“Oh, we have a mole. Fuck if I know who it is, though.” Marcus sounds awed again.
“Who are we up against?” 
“Two highly-intelligent sociopaths,” he growls.
“I’m not sure I can hold Restraint. We may lose it before this is over. I’m doing my best.”

“What about Generation Next?”

“Priceless,” he laughs and I don’t find it funny at all. “It’s unrelated
to everything else. I know who’
s publishing it and I’m fucking proud. They inadvertently helped us so much. It’s too bad Devlin figured it out. He thinks it makes us guilty for everything else.”
“Who’s publishing it?
Ezra?
Kat?”
“No,” he laughs again. “I’m not telling you because I want to see what
else their genius plan fucks up.”

“What do you need me to do to help?
Marcus, you have to let me do something. Let me help you,
”
I growl.
“Nothing.
Well, you could give me the mole. That would help. But what would help me the most is if y
ou build a life with Monica. It’s time you started a family of your own. I won’t take that from you. This is my cross to bear. It only fell on Restraint’s doorstep because of me.”
“I just realized tonight that I don’t know you at all, Marcus. We grew up side-by-side and I don’t know you,” I say sadly to the man I thought was my best friend. He may be my cousin but we were raised as brothers. It hurts to not know him for the person he really is.

“I’m afraid you’re right about that,” he sounds just as sad as I feel. “Ask me and I’ll answer if I can.”
“A daughter?”
I accuse.

“I’ve seen
her a
handful of times in my life. I’ve stayed away for her protection. I’d love to be
with her, but I cannot,”
he says wistfully and I know the subject is closed.
“Cort- What the hell was that tonight? Are you gay?”

Marcus hysterically laughs for a few moments and then sighs.

“Dexter, really?”
I can hear tears in his voice. “No, I’m not gay. I doubt I can explain it. I’ll do my best.
A long time ago two
kids
were madly in love. One was gay and the other didn’t care either way. Ray Hunter happened and the kids came back different. Ezra had a new friend called Ez and Ez loved women. As Ez
ra healed he reformed into a
bisexual. Not many know this, but he’s dealt with DID since he came back. It was never a matter of becoming one with your inner-dominant. Master Ez was
a
separate
identity
for a
long time
. Meanwhile, Cortez was proving how straight he was by fucking his way through the city and getting married. He wouldn’t touch Ezra because he wasn’t gay and it brought up the nightmares. Reality hit when he caught you and Ezra. He came to me and I made the biggest mistake of my life. I fed into my greatest temptation and allowed him to suck me off in retaliation.
Ez then retaliated by forcing himself on my partner and he continued to do so until the night of Kat’s initiation. Kat came into their lives and I could breathe again. She would bridge their gap and everything would work out. But Cort still wanted me and I missed him. So now I’m dealing with all of his issues. Let’s be honest, the kid was never straight. He lied to himself
by
saying that loving Ezra didn’
t make him gay, but what would
you call
sucking my cock and trying his
damnedest not to beg me to make love to him? I call it bisexual and he tells me to fuck off. Now he won’t touch any of us. His nightmares are back, he won’t come to terms with the fact that he doesn’t need to put a label on his sexuality. He hasn’t written in over a year. The only good thi
ng in all of this is that Ezra ha
s one personality and he and Kat are as tight as you can get. I’m left with Cortez because all it does it make Ezra cry in guilt and shame and I’ll do anything to keep him from hurting.
I don’t want Ezra and Ez to break apart from stress.
No, I’m not gay. Yes, I love Cort as a lover. No, he isn’t the love of my life. The love of his life is Ezra and he needs to deal with it. I’m dying here, Dex,” Marcus sobs.

I try to hold Marc expecting him to brush me off, but he holds me back tightly and cries.
“I can’t talk to anyone because I have to keep them safe and it’s killing me. I feel so damned lonely,” he cries.

“Your daughter’s mother, is she your partner?”
I ask hoping he can go to her for help and companionship. I don’t like seeing our Master fall apart. I don’t like seeing my family shatter.
“Oh, God no!
”
He laughs in outrage. I swear he says
Black widow
under his breath.

“Is she here?” I coax trying to pinpoint who she could be.

“Yeah,” he says bashfully and it piques my interest.
Marcus bashful- surely not.

“How did she handle you being with Kat?”
“Not well, she kicked Ezra’s ass, among other things,” he laughs.
“What?”
I laugh because he’s giggling like a fool from whatever memory he’s reliving.
“He promised her
that
he’d never hurt Katya. Ezra wanted me to be with Katya to assuage his guilt over sexually blackmailing my partner. She saw this as a Master Ez trait and kicked his ass. She helped put him back together and she didn’t want to play with Ez ever again. She was scared. We both were.”
“And what does she think about Cortez?”
“She wants it fixed as badly as I do. She loves both of them and she loves Kat now, too. She sees them as family. It’s one of the reasons I love her so much. If you’re asking about her feelings on me touching Cort, she thinks it’s a good idea. Women,” he growls.

“Do you tell her everything?” 
I’m so damned surprised that I’m nearly speechless. I knew that he and Diane weren’t a love match. I laughed at the rumors no knowing if they were true. But he is sitting here telling me he has a daughter, that he lusts after Cort, and that he has a partner. I just can’t believe it. This is not the Marcus I know.
“Absolutely, we share no secrets. I miss her so much it’s killing me. I go home to my family. The twins are cuddled up in their beds. Ava sleeps peacefully next door to them. On the other
side
are
all three of my fucked up kids curled around each other.
Nightmares or not they sleep peacefully. I go down the hall to my empty room with my enemy next door. My partner is alone in her bed waiting for me- awaiting her next move in our game. And sometimes I just want to scream,” he hisses in frustration.

“What are you going to do?”
“I don’t know. But if you mean tonight, I’m going to break my own rule and go climb into bed with her and have her hold me while I cry. I’m man enough to admit that I need it. But first a trip to ShadowHaven is in order. I have to make sure everyone is tucked away safely and that Diane is still entombed in her crypt.”

Marcus rolls off the sofa and stands.

“Go home and make love to your future wife. And while you do it, be happy you’re not me, cousin.”  He says ominously.

I
silently
vow find to our mole and shut our leak off.
I need to help the man that shoulders all of our responsibilities.

Chapter Eighteen

“I am starving for you, wife,” I say as I pick Monica up by the back of her thighs and thrust her up
against our study’s wall. She’
s wearing tiny shorts and a tank top that she sleeps in when I’m not home or when she lounges around the house. I love seeing her in something so mun
dane. It goes against the grain.
Most
men want to see latex and leather that barely covers the flesh. I see plenty of that on a nightly basis. Seeing the innocent clothing that covers all the fun bits is more exciting for me. It makes me want to slowly reveal what lies beneath.

“I ache,” I pant out as I rotate my engorged bulge against the juncture of her thighs. The past hour has been torture. I keep replaying the scene of Cortez and Marcus on repeat in my mind. It brought up the sensations of taking Ezra from behind. I love my future wife and
I’
m nothing if not a straight man. But the sensation of an
other male bending to my will and
allow
ing
me to impale him is nothing short of orgasmic.

My cock has throbbed and released precum in amazing amounts for the last agonizing hour of my life. I need inside a warm
,
wet hole and I was starting to notice the men in the club. That is when I rushed my ass home to spend some good
,
old quality tim
e with my soon-to-
be wife. I want to fuck her raw.

“You’re awfully aroused,” Mon
ica laughs in amazement. I’
m usually more suave than this when it comes to seduction.

“I saw Cort and Marcus making love tonight. It has
me insane with need,” I hiss
as my cock starts to beat to a sound only it can
hear.
“Oh, God,” she moans
. “
I would love
to see that.”

“It was priceless. And I’m not even sure if they were fucking or if it was the
world’
s
finest make up
session. Either way I’
m on fire with need. I will not take no for an answer tonight.”

“As if I’ve ever
said no to you,” she laughs
again.
The sound of her happiness pushes my arousal into astronomical proportions. I carry her into our bedroom and drop her ass first on the bed
. I stifle a chuckle when I see her giddy expression. I lock our eyes and give her a commanding stare. She immediately freezes. Her eyes glaze over with need and her breath
leaves her parted lips in quick
puff
s
of air. I give her a predatory smile. God, I love the force I weld over this woman. My dick starts to spurt inside my
pants just from the thought. I’
m going to tear her apart tonight if I’m not careful.
I grab her ankle and yank until her purple painted toes are
near my mouth. I nibble each tiny
piggy as she tries to pull her foot from my grasp. She giggles from the onslaught as I tickle her with my teeth. Her writhing and laughing fills my heart with joy. This isn’t about fucking with her or even professing our love. It’s about playing and the joy it brings your soul.