SheÕs feisty! Riley thought as he followed Celia into the house. It was a nice change from what he was accustomed to. In fact, everything about her was new and exciting, not least of all was that mouth of hers. ÒSo, did you get what you were after with Simon?Ó ÒNot really, I keep running into dead-ends. For a town this small where everyone seems to know everyone elseÕs business, my victim seems to have lived a double life that no one else knew about.Ó She blushed at her words, realizing that she could be describing his now-dead wife. TheyÕd talked about that situation before, but Celia always got the feeling that he wasnÕt interested in getting too deep into it. He mostly told her about their life together, how they met, stuff like that. But when it came to the actual murder, though he didnÕt shy away from the discussion, she got the feeling that it wasnÕt his favorite topic, and she canÕt say that she blamed him. Riley saw the look of unease of her face and the
I canÕt believe IÕm doing this, Gil thought. One minute the three of them were sitting around the living room talking, and the next, they were in the guestroom of his little two-bedroom home about to fuck. He looked at Bobby, who seemed to read his mind. ÒTrust me, Gil, this will take your mind off things.ÓÒBut Mel just died.ÓÒI promise you that she wouldnÕt have mind. As much as that girl loved to fuck, I bet sheÕs somewhere cheering us on. Come on; itÕll help us both to get over this feeling of doom.Ó Bobby wasnÕt sure if what he said was true. He was drunk and horny, and there was a willing woman in the room. If he were sober, heÕd probably ask himself why this chick would come and offer up herself like this, but as clouded as his mind was, all he could think about was fucking his hard cock into something soft and warm. His Mel was gone! Every time he thought of it, his heart squeezed in his chest. AinÕt it the truth that you never miss the water Ôtil the we
Detective Sparks hit the ground, running bright and early the next morning. Riley had already been up by the time she rolled out of bed, and though it was hours earlier than the norm for her, she thought she could get used to awakening like this every day from now on. There was something rather wholesome about waking up to the sounds and sights of a farm that she never got in the city or anywhere else. Since she was way ahead of schedule, sheÕd headed to her new home office to get some work done. Now that sheÕd had some time to sleep on it, things were finally starting to gel for her. She went back over everything from the night before and made notes to follow up on later. By the time she felt the heat of the rising sun coming through the window, she felt better about the direction the investigation was going in. She still didnÕt have much more than when she started, but things were looking promising. She was sure that once she got a line on this new job that thing
Gil and Bobby sat around his kitchen table, both staring unseeingly into the depths of the bitter black coffee they were trying to force down. The unlikely duo who seemed to have formed some sort of commiserating bond over the death of the woman theyÕd both had feelings for were now coming to terms with the happenings of the night before. Now that the haze of lust had cleared, neither man was sure of how things had gone that far. Bobby cleared his throat for the third or fourth time. He felt responsible somehow, almost as if he shouldÕve been the one to call a halt to the nightÕs events before they had gotten out of hand. But quite frankly, the last thing he clearly remembers is looking at the womanÕs ass with interest. What came next is all a blur. ÒDo you think she drugged us?Ó GilÕs voice was scratchy and uncertain. He didnÕt even pick his head up, so embarrassed was he. He was a bit dazed and more than a little sick to his stomach by what had happened. Each time he r
Riley had all plans of feeding her honest. ItÕs the reason heÕd left the farm and headed into town. But once they got on the road, he was reminded that it had been hours since heÕd had her, and that just seemed like an affront to his senses, so he changed his mind and headed back towards the farm. Celia didnÕt say a word when he headed back out of town and again when instead of heading up to the house, he pulled off the driveway into a little copse of trees and killed the engine. Her pulse raced in her veins as soon as he reached for his seat belt before tackling hers. Riley looked back at the backseat and decided that it looked way more comfortable than taking her in the passenger seat of his truck. He didnÕt question the wild need that rose up inside him for her; heÕd noticed since the other night when he took her the first time that with her things were way different than they had been with his now-dead wife. Maybe itÕs because heÕd known Valerie as a younger m
It was the tensest lunch date Celia had ever endured and yet somewhat pleasurable because he was there. His lack of care about the stares and whispers somehow got her to relax enough to take a few nibbles of the turkey club sandwich she was too nervous to really enjoy. ÒHowÕs the case going, or are you not allowed to discuss it at this point?Ó Riley dug into her steak sandwich like a man starved. Sex with her always leaves him ravenous, and since he couldnÕt take her back home to his bed for the rest of the afternoon, food was the next best thing. ÒItÕs going fine, and thatÕs all I can safely say at this point. Thanks for understanding.Ó SheÕd be surprised if he didnÕt push. The man has no filter and doesnÕt seem to understand the basic concept of no. ÒAs long as youÕre not in any danger, I donÕt need to know what youÕre doing at work. But if you find yourself in a sticky situation and you donÕt give me a heads-up, weÕre gonna have a problem.Ó Celia stopped
ÒSay, do you think maybe weÕre looking at this thing all wrong? Maybe our victim wasnÕt chosen personally; maybe the killing was just a matter of convenience like she was in the wrong place at the wrong time. You know, random.Ó ÒWhat makes do you say that?Ó Detective Sparks didnÕt pick her head up from the notes sheÕd been perusing for the last half an hour or so when she answered Officer Bailey. ÒWell, so far we havenÕt found anything among her personal belongings that gives us any indication that sheÕs met with anyone whoÕd want to do something like that to her. And look at the way she was laid out, didnÕt it strike you as some kind of ritualistic killing?Ó ÒOr the killer couldÕve wanted us to think just that, throw us off the scent.ÓÒBut, nothing else seems to gel. There isnÕt even a hint of anything to go on, to tie Melissa Sherry to someone whoÕs capable of something like this. Think about it. She grew up here, lived her whole life here, never traveled bey
Celia sat bolt upright in bed. Beside her, Riley was still fast asleep, having tired himself out with the nightÕs activities. After jumping her at the door, heÕd dragged her upstairs to their bed, and they hadnÕt come down for hours. After dinner, when they had the house to themselves, sheÕd found herself spread out on the dinner table among the dishes and uneaten food. She could still feel the imprint of the fork that had dug into her ass while Riley had been pounding into her before heÕd seen her discomfort and removed it. She gave him one last look before easing out of bed to grab the nightshirt heÕd thrown across the room after her bedtime shower. Silly her, sheÕd erroneously thought he was done with her. ThereÕs no way he could have anything left, she thought, but she was wrong. HeÕd taken umbrage to the old worn tee shirt sheÕd pulled on to sleep in and forbade her to wear anything to his bed before fucking her into the mattress hard and fast. She shook her h