All Chapters of Briar Reef Murder Mystery: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

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

ÒHello, Simon, you behaving yourself?ÓÒRi? WhatÕre you doing here? Never thought IÕd see you set foot in my place.ÓÒIÕm here to collect something of mine.Ó Riley looked at Celia when he said it, and she gritted her teeth, not quite sure if to be angry or amused. Simon had a grin on his face as Riley ran his finger along the detectiveÕs cheek before taking his hand away quickly as if remembering where they were. HeÕd been giving serious thought to hitting on her though she seemed too prim and proper for his taste; now, he was glad he hadnÕt put his foot in his mouth. ÒYou want something?Ó ÒNo, just her when sheÕs done. IÕll be over at the bar.Ó Riley walked away without another word, and Celia looked back at the club owner to find him looking at her with a light of merriment in his eyes. She knew he was trying hard not to laugh and felt her cheeks tint with heat as she searched for an explanation to give him. ÒSorry about that. HereÕs my card, please cont

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

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

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