ÒCome straight to the farm after work.Ó ÒWhy?Ó There was no answer coming from the other end of the line, nothing but dead air, so she took the phone away from her ear and looked at it before putting it back to her ear again. ÒAre you there?Ó ÒYes!Ó ÒDid you hear me? Why do you want me to come straight there from here?Ó Again there was no answer, and she finally caught on. SheÕd noticed in the last few weeks since that sunset horseback ride that heÕd started to change. He seemed to be coming out from beneath the dark cloud that had been hanging over his head. She wasnÕt sure if this new stubborn, possessiveness she sensed in him was the real him, or a by-product of all heÕd just gone through, but she knew she was feeling the brunt of it. So when he didnÕt answer and didnÕt budge from his stance, she decided it was best to give in. HeÕd shown her the day before that he was more than capable of going to any lengths to get his way. ÒIÕll see you a
Celia woke to a weird buzzing sound coming from somewhere in the room. She was still so out of it that she couldnÕt quite recognize the sound, and it took her a second to remember where she was and why it was that her body felt like her bones had melted. She cracked one eye open and looked over at the naked chest beside her as it rose and fell with each breath. AhÉit all came rushing back to her now, and as soon as her mind cleared, her body decided to give up all the aches and pains itÕd been numb to while she slept. Between her thighs felt like sheÕd been hit by a battering ram over and over again, but it was the ache deep inside that she knew was going to be trouble. She looked back over her shoulder at the bruises there and rubbed a finger over the sting in her neck. Had the very handsome laid back man next to her really turned into the beast that had fucked her all night into the wee hours of the morning? Her stupid body betrayed her by getting wet at her thou
ÒI think we need to think about this; this is a pretty big step.ÓÒOkay!Ó She was a little put out by his easy capitulation but knew it would be the epitome of stupid to make a big deal out of it when she was the one who said no. Still, how could he give in so easily, did he no longer care? Her mind was filled with the worry that now that heÕd gotten what he wanted out of her, he was ready to drop her by the wayside. But why ask her to move in if that was the case? What if IÕd said yes? She thought. ÒThat mind of yours is going to get you into trouble.Ó Riley lifted her chin and studied her eyes. He wondered if she knew they gave her thoughts away, how transparent she was to him at least. He stood up in the tub and stepped out before turning back for her and lifting her out. He grabbed a towel from the warming bar and ran it briskly over her skin before drying himself off just as quickly. Dropping the towel on the floor for his housekeeper to pick up later, he to
Celia barely made it out of the farmhouse without having to have breakfast first. ÒRiley, I really have to go.Ó She kept looking at the housekeeper who had a sour look on her face. He didnÕt seem to care as he had his arms around her, his hands locked over her ass. ÒYou canÕt work on an empty stomach, baby.Ó Her heart jumped when he called her that, and she got all soft and melting. But as she found herself being drawn in, she pulled back; the man is lethal. ÒIÕll grab something on the way in; I really have to go.Ó She wouldnÕt say he pouted, but he didnÕt look too pleased. She guessed she could understand where he was coming from this was supposed to be her day off after all, and it wouldÕve been the first theyÕd spent together. ÒBesides, I need to take care of your sore pussy. I saw the way you walked down those stairs.Ó Her face went up in flames, and she took a quick look at the housekeeper to make sure the other woman hadnÕt heard even though heÕd whispered i
There wasnÕt much that could be done until they got word back from the M.E., so Detective Sparks and Officer Bailey spent the next few hours combing through the victimÕs life for the past few years. It wouldÕve been much simpler if the two men in the womanÕs life werenÕt so obviously innocent Celia thought as she interviewed them one after the other. But she didnÕt see either of them for the job unless one of them was a very good actor. She was even more bewildered when she spoke to them both together. The way the husband would look to his wifeÕs lover to answer a question he didnÕt know the answer to left Celia thinking that there was more to the relationship between the three people than the town gossips knew. Like, maybe theyÕd had some kind of relationship the three of them together, or the husband was one of those men who came to terms with such things for the sake of holding onto the woman he loved. And there was no mistake about it Gil Sherry had loved his wife.
Celia felt the warmth in her tummy and the little blip in her heart when she saw him come to the door to greet her before sheÕd even turned the car off. She tried keeping the sappy smile off her face but failed miserably as she climbed out of the car and made her way towards him. Riley lounged in the doorway with his shoulder propped against the jamb and watched her coming towards him. Sometimes, like now, he realizes just how fucking gorgeous she is, and it gets him in the gut each and every time. The thing that he likes most about it is that she doesnÕt seem to know. Celia felt gauche and unsure of herself as she reached him and stood there, not knowing what to do with herself. Give her a dead body, and sheÕs right at home in her element. But having a man look at her like that, especially this man, the one sheÕs been crushing on since moving to the little town, and sheÕs all thumbs and stumbling feet. Right now, she couldnÕt even seem to find her tongue. Riley sn
Don was torn between guilt and excitement as he made his way into the bedroom behind the statuesque woman. As she turned and dropped her overcoat, revealing the leather and lace ensemble beneath lust, fear and disgust warred within him. It has always been this way with them. But as usual, she knew, and the saccharine sweet smile on her face as she sauntered over to stand in front of him only confirmed that she still had the ability to read him like a book. He watched the long red pointed nail of her finger as she tapped his chest with it before trailing it down towards his burgeoning cock that was now straining for release from the confines of his slacks. He knew it wouldnÕt be that easy. ÒDid you fuck that little slut with my cock Donnie?Ó He swallowed hard when her hand cupped his cock and squeezed ever so gently before exerting more pressure. ÒUmm, nice and hard for me.Ó She rubbed her hand up and his down his length as a wet spot appeared behind the zipper of the ligh
ÒYou canÕt be serious, why would you want to know about him?ÓÒIÕm not really interested in him as a person just in what he means to you and if heÕs someone youÕre still in contact with. I donÕt mind telling you that IÕm a territorial fuck. IÕm not the kind of guy who can be cool with his woman staying friendly with someone sheÕs been to bed with.Ó ÒHeÕs married with a kid, and we havenÕt seen or spoken to each other in years.Ó ÒWhat about the others?Ó ÒWhat others? He was my only serious relationship; I told you that when you asked before.Ó TheyÕd touched on past relationships during one of their many nightly phone conversations, so she couldnÕt see why he was bringing it up now. Then Celia decided to go on the offensive. ÒWhat about you?Ó ÒWhat about me? ÒYou and Sonya? Was that really as innocent as you two claimed?Ó Sonya had written about how helpful he had been in her journal, but there was no hint of anything sexual, something Celia had
Celia sat stupefied, ignoring the snickers and murmurs from those around her. He would pick the day when the station was fuller than usual to drop his little bombshell. She dared not look around to see who all was close enough to hear what heÕd said, and besides, her cheeks were flaming red. Not a good look for a detective. She barely tasted the rest of her food as she shoveled it into her mouth for something to do with her hands. At least his theatrics had taken her mind off of the sickening confessions of Don Simpson. She had a few jurisdictions to call and knew she was going to be here all day. She passed the task of calling around to a few of the others and went back to the interrogation room. By the time she left there that night, she had a crick in her neck, and her mind was numb. Thankfully Stella had clammed up and refused to talk, which worked in CeliaÕs favor since she wanted to be the one to question the other woman. Because of what had happened with Val
ÒShe wasnÕt always like this. I donÕt knowÉÓ Don rocked back and forth on the chair in the interview room down at the police station. It felt like heÕd just lived through a lifetime, but in actuality, it had only been a few hours. The female detective looked way too confident, and he was beginning to think that this was the end of the line for him. Just his luck, heÕd moved to a small town to get away from big-city cops who seemed to have more knowhow, only to run into an ex-New York detective. They donÕt get much bigger than that. And this one seemed to know what she was doing. HeÕd sat across from enough law enforcement officers to know when he was dealing with a pro or a dud. He was still trying to wrap his head around StellaÕs behavior. Why had she gone off the deep end now when sheÕd always gone out of her way to be careful? Never letting anything so much as slip in the past. He needed to throw up in the worst way, but the last time heÕd asked, the detective had poin
What the hell? Both Detective Sparks and Officer Bailey ran for cover when Stella Simpson pulled the gun neither of them knew she was carrying while Don sat at his desk looking lost as if he had no idea what was going on around him. He was only aware that in the last few minutes, things seemed to be going downhill fast. A day that had started out like any other had suddenly turned to shit seemingly in the blink of an eye, and for the first time, instead of making things better the way it always did, his stepmotherÕs presence seemed to be having the opposite effect. It was true that outside of his sexual fetishes, he hadnÕt grown much and had always been dependent on the older, more mature woman to handle such things. All of this was going through his mind as things began to unravel around him, and he couldnÕt seem to get a grip on reality even as things were happening right in front of him. The loud recoil of the second gunshot seemed to drag him out of his stupor, and he
I wonder what it is that sheÕs thinking about so deeply? Celia thought as she watched the older woman closely while she seemed lost in thought. In the last five minutes, a myriad of emotions had crossed that rather expressive face that she was sure had once held immense beauty but was now weathered by life and time. She did her best to hide her true feelings about the conclusions sheÕd drawn in the last few minutes, but she may have thrown up a little in her mouth a time or two. Had the woman always acted like this with her stepson in the presence of others? Had no one else ever noticed the ick factor here? Nowhere in her research had anything even remotely close to what was glaring her in the face been mentioned or even hinted at. But it was obvious from the ease with which the older woman did it and the nonchalant way in which her stepson accepted the action that it was not a new thing between them. There were too many questions running through her mind now that
Stella Simpson was indeed in the habit of touching her stepson wherever and whenever she chose, but the move was a subconscious one on her part this time. Like Don, she too hadnÕt been expecting the cops to show up again so soon. Unlike him, though, she didnÕt think they were mindless idiots, but neither did she give them credit for being this quick on their feet. SheÕd expected a bit more digging and a few more questions maybe since they didnÕt have anything else to go on, but nothing like the questions sheÕd overheard through the intercom. She wasnÕt expecting things to take this turn and hadnÕt been prepared. Though things were still not as bad as they could be, she was trying to prevent just that from happening. She knew that Don had a tendency to become flustered rather easily and that her touch is one of the only ways to calm him down and keep him grounded when he gets like this. It was a bit risky in front of the cops or any stranger for that matter, but it was be
Don Simpson was caught completely off guard by the sudden appearance of the two officers who showed up at his office door out of nowhere unannounced. TheyÕd caught him slipping, as the young people like to say since heÕd been sure that heÕd warded off the female detective the day before. His secretary looked a bit askance at him as she ushered them into the inner office before closing the door behind them. ÒDetective, what can I do for you? I thought we already established yesterday that I donÕt know the young lady in question, so wouldnÕt be of much help with your investigation. Come in, come in.Ó He made a grand gesture of inviting them in as he gave them his best shit-eating grin. The one that every good lawyer worth his salt had practiced in his mirror at least a thousand times give or take. It pretty much says weÕre all on the same team, nothing to see here and has gotten him out of many a scrape with the boys in blue in the past. The fact that she was a woman shoul
Gil wasnÕt looking too good when the detectives showed up at his door. HeÕd not too long gotten off the phone with Bobby, whoÕd called to give him a heads-up that they were on their way to see him. He didnÕt quite know how to feel about other people knowing what heÕd done on the very night after his wifeÕs dead body was found. He didnÕt want people in the little town, thinking that he hadnÕt loved his Mel because he did. He also had the fleeting worry that the New York detective might find his actions suspicious and start sniffing around his tail instead of going after the real killer. According to Bobby, she wasnÕt the type, and from what heÕd seen so far, heÕd have to agree. Still, what heÕd done could be misconstrued and damn sure frowned upon if it got back to the wrong people. By the time he opened the door to Detective Sparks, and Officer Bailey Gil was in a state. HeÕd worked himself into a tizzy worrying not only about what heÕd done but also about the fact that h
By the time Celia reached her desk Riley, and his antics were the last thing on her mind. She was back in detective mode and was sure that she was on the right track. SheÕd spent most of the time after leaving Don WilsonÕs office, concentrating on who the mystery guest had been, but now her focus had shifted back to her reason for going there in the first place. She was sure that sheÕd found Don Simpson and the fact that heÕd changed his name and was now using an alias was only one of the reasons she found him suspicious. As a detective whoÕd been trained by the best, she knew all of the signs to look for in a suspect. Some of them are sophisticated enough to get away with lying, but a greenhorn like Don wasnÕt savvy enough to pull the wool over her eyes. She couldnÕt quite put her finger on why exactly she didnÕt peg him as her killer; the vibe just wasnÕt there. But she knew from his squirrely actions under her questioning that he knew something or was involved in some
Don stepped gingerly from the shower, the welts on his ass and back burning like fire with each move he made. It was a small price to pay for the pleasure heÕd enjoyed all evening and into the night, though, so he wasnÕt about to complain. Not only had he had one of the best fucks of his life, which was saying a lot considering, but that hot detective didnÕt seem to be on his scent. SheÕd given him a bit of a stir showing up like that, but in the end, he was able to keep her from guessing the truth. It still remains to be seen if heÕd have to pick up stakes and leave town in the near future, but for now, he didnÕt feel the rush to do so, not like last time when the cops were on his ass, and he had to bail. Standing in front of the mirror, he ran the towel over his wet chest down past his middle that was growing a little soft to his cock that was still on full alert. In the bedroom next door, his tormentor was waiting, ready to soothe the pain left by her vicious beating.