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Ashton and Callum look at me, delegating me as the interrogator. Letting out a long sigh and starting the interrogation.
“Let’s start at the beginning and see if we can piece things together.”
Rodney remains in the same position and nods his head.
“Do you remember leaving here yesterday for the football game?”
“Uh, yeah, I was drinking Jack, taking a bottle with me to the game.”
“So far, so good. What about after that?”
Rodney racks his brain, trying to get through the haze of alcohol.
“We were sitting in the stands. The game was going well. It was loud. Duchess… I remember seeing Duchess.”
“Okay, what about Kennedy?”
The use of her name makes his head pop up. He looks between the three of us, none of us giving anything away.
“I saw her…in the stands, near us. She was flirting with the guys sitting in front of her. I didn’t like it.”
“Alright, what next?” Knowing what happens, my words are hesitant.
“Kennedy got up and left the stands. I…I followed her.” Rodney’s brow furrows in confusion.
“Where did she go? Was she alone?”
“She went into the ladies’ room. I remember thinking about why the line is always so long.” Rodney lets out a chuckle, the rest of us sitting stoically.
“Did you see her come out? Did you talk to anyone else?” My breath catches, waiting to see what he remembers.
All of us sit in silence as Rodney sifts through his thoughts.
“Yes. Kennedy came out, and I approached her. Pulling her into an alcove under the stands where we wouldn’t be seen. My only thought was to punish her, make her hurt like I am. So, I played with her tits and clit, pinching and biting pretty rough. She was moaning in my arms. Her pussy was soaked.”
Already knowing the end of this story, my anger at the situation is rising, clenching and unclenching my hands in restraint. Rodney’s callus attitude and his behavior belies his upbringing.
“What else?” I bite out.
“My anger for her father had me seeing red. She always wears those yoga pants, and they are made for quick and easy access. Pulling them down to her knees, I pushed inside in one thrust as soon as my cock was free. She was so fucking tight. I almost came right away. She went stiff in my arms. She tried to push me away but stopped as my body kept moving against hers.”
“Did she come?”
Rodney’s head whips toward Ashton. Ashton is clenching and unclenching his hands, like me. He repeats his question, asking through gritted teeth.
“Did…she…come?”
“I don’t know, didn’t care, and still don’t,” Rodney says in response.
Callum rises, ready to take Rodney’s head off his shoulders. Luckily, Ashton has quick reflexes. But unfortunately, he was also expecting Callum to react that way.
“What is with the three of you? What do you care if a bitch ever gets hers?” Rodney spits out in outrage, not knowing what we do.
It is taking everything Ashton has to hold Callum back. Pinching the bridge of my nose, trying to figure out if I should rip the bandage off, tell Rodney what happened, or ease into it. Callum takes that option away, ripping the bandage off and yelling at Rodney.
“She was a virgin, you fucking asshole! Where do you think the blood came from?”
Rodney’s mouth gapes open and closes like a fish. Trying to take control of the situation before Callum starts beating the shit out of Rodney, my words get spoken slowly, trying to be sensitive to the situation.
