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Chapter 25
Sterling’s nimble fingers danced up Leila’s inner thighs causing her body to shiver. She swallowed thickly as the anticipation of his touch on her throbbing bud was nearly too much to bear. But the sexy bar owner hadn’t been joking when he’d said he had no problems taking things slow. He smiled up at her with a mischievous glint in his eyes, before he lowered his head to replace his fingers with his mouth. The softness of his kisses against her creamy thighs stole the breath from her lungs. His touch was so soft, his lips so featherlight, goosebumps adorned her skin in his wake. Despite the heat in the room, the fire in his eyes, Leila found herself quivering atop the table.
His hot tongue glided a line gently up her inner legs, getting ever so close to the cusp of her moist slit. His thumbs traced idle circles on the outside of her thighs. The combination of which, the damp heat of his tongue, and the firmer pressure of his fingertips, was nearly enou
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Leila wet her lips as she eyed Sterling Mount’s glorious manhood in front of her. He was thick, hard, long, and beautiful, a nice pulsating present she’d happily unwrapped. His boxers had joined the pile of his clothing on her kitchen floor by the sink. She paused for a moment to appreciate the view, the huge, erect shaft amid corded muscles of marvelous thighs.She tore her eyes away from his cock upwards, across that delightful V of his hip bones she reverently traced with her fingertips, up those tufts of dark hair trailing down from his belly button, her gaze ascending all the way till her eyes met his. She was rewarded when his body shuddered at her gentle touch. He swallowed thickly, his eyes bright, his body tense and waiting. Waiting for whatever she was willing to give. And this man deserved all of her. And Leila would give herself to him a piece at a time. He’d already claimed her heart and she looked forward to giving her body to him as well.
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It was hard for Leila to clear her mind and focus on the way to Margret Morten’s house. Savored memories of what she and Sterling had gotten up to in her kitchen, and the promises of their date night ahead, filled her mind and her body with heat. It was a good things Zenia had insisted on driving because her Volkswagen had air that still worked, which helped to somewhat cool Leila’s overheated skin. But the mid-July heat couldn’t be solely to blame for it as Leila fanned her most modest sundress away from her breasts to allow the cool air to seep in like a most welcomed caress. Well, almost as welcomed as the one the sexy bar owner had treated her tingling nipples to atop her table. She had tried without success to stop thinking about the man who made her body still shudder even now after being parted from him for over an hour. It had been a long torturous hour in the most delightful ways as her mind imagined all the good things to come and her body responded to it
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Leila tugged down her dress as she stood on the stoop of the Morten house. She’d forgotten why she didn’t wear this dress very much, because it had a tendency of riding up her ass, the fabric shrunken when she’d thrown it in the dryer against the warning on the label a couple months back. But it was too late to do anything about it now. Beside her, casserole in hand, Zenia made sure her rosary was on full display and that her breasts were not. The several buttons she’d undone in the car because of the heat, the Cuban hastily put back together after Leila had pointed out the near mistake. It was a lucky save, but it gave her more doubts on Zen’s ability to pull this off.Zanna Valdez would never show that much skin, hell the girl barely showed her knees to the world, and she would never use most of the colorful vocabulary her twin liked to paint the town with. She attended mass twice weekly, volunteered at the old folks home, gave up meat during l
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As Mrs. Morten headed off into the kitchen to get that pie, Leila and Zenia put their heads together for a private powwow of sorts.“I hope you know what you’re doing here girl. Trying to get the old lady to talk. But if you say the wrong thing, it’s game over,” warned Zen.She picked up a Fig Newton from the coffee table, sniffed it, then scrunched up her face and put it back.“Why do white people like to eat cardboard? Where’s all the flavor?”Leila grinned, “Much farther south. But just follow my lead. I know she’s holding out on us. She knows something. She has too.”“I’m getting some serious unhealthy incest vibes in this place. I mean Clyde is like what, old like forty, and it’s not normal for a man to have never lived on his own. He’s like still attached to his mama’s tit or something. Creepy. And did you notice like all the pictures o
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Forty-five minutes north of Stillwater, sat the town of Sugar Creek, and as far as Leila could tell, there was nothing sweet about the near ghost town. More than half the businesses on the main street were boarded up, with going out of business sale paint peeling off the neglected store fronts, and the remaining merchants didn’t look that far behind from also shuttering their doors by the state of things. Whispers of a bygone era of Florida Cracker vernacular architecture, with metal roofs, raised floors, and wrap around verandas to offer shelter from the brutal sun, lay in disrepair and rot.Perhaps once, the town had been charming, upkept, and thriving, but those glory days had long passed. The closure of the sawmill had killed the town, now it was just a faint echo of its former self, or more aptly, all that remained of its quaint splendor was dust. More than half its remaining residents lived below the poverty line and relied on government su
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“Well fuck,” muttered Zen, “but I can work with this.” “Good luck. Looks like a tough crowd. I’m guessing you didn’t need to bring the girls to the party after all,” grinned Leila. Both women shared a look before they walked deeper in the lobby with dingy, linoleum floors, dim lighting, and the smell of unchanged cat litter permeated the air. At least Leila thought the obnoxious odor was from cats, but there was the possibility it was human waste in nature drifting from the bathroom with an Employee’s only sign on the door. Some past its prime potpourri was in a glass bowl on the counter near a small display of local town attractions, which held about three brochures in total, boasting an outlet store, a pizza joint with a nineteen-fifties theme, and a bowling alley. Dust mites flitted through the air in the breeze from the open door, and possibly some cat fur, giving Leila more credence to her belief of a feline also living on the property. The clerk gave an irritated glance in the
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Leila and Zenia scoured the lot looking for guests, especially ones that looked like tenants. A man in a dark hoodie in the mid-July sun didn’t stop to even acknowledge them, which was probably for the best. He made a beeline across the cracked asphalt and disappeared into a room. It was likely he was about to take a hit of whatever he’d just scored. The sores Leila had seen on his face held credence to her theory. Meth and Heroin were the drugs of choice in these parts. Leila wasn’t as sensitive to the hot or cold since being turned, but even she began to feel like an egg frying on the pavement after twenty minutes of loitering around the rundown motel. She swatted at a mosquito and then it’s entire family it’d brought along to feast on her. Zen’s mood was deteriorating just as rapidly, especially when she stumbled on a pothole and about twisted her ankle. “Fuck this. I don’t want to catch hepatitis around here. I think this is a waste of time girl. Most of these people are asleep a
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Zenia dropped Leila off at her apartment with the explicit instructions to take the rest of the night off from sleuthing and focus on her date to come with Sterling. But that was easier said than done as thoughts of this mystery woman kept intruding in her head as Leila got ready for her date. Was this scorned woman the key to solving this case? The smoking gun they so desperately needed to save the man she loved from being accused of a crime he didn’t commit? Or would this motel hook up prove to be just another dead end or red herring?Leila replayed it all in her head as she showered, hoping to pick apart any clue she might have missed. It would be hard to locate this woman when they had so little to go on about her. Hopefully, they would learn more when Spencer contacted them about whatever data he was able to recover from the dead man’s phone. As Leila scrubbed herself pink, took a razor to every inch of her body, then doused herself in scented oils like she was christening hersel
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