“Had a bad night, did you?”
“I had a great night,” Roy replied sarcastically.
“I did find something interesting the master bedroom, though.”
Chief Miller gave a curt nod of agreement.
“I don’t wanna know,” Adam said shaking his head, “but I’m glad it was worth your while.”
“I hope it’s all I need to prove Dale’s innocence.”
“He was a rough nut, looking for attention any way he could get it, that’s for sure, but I don't think he’s a killer., Adam said. “But I’m not the one you have to convince. You have your work cut out for you changing that pig head Cartright’s mind. He doesn’t like to be wrong.”
“I think what I have might change his mind,” Roy told him honestly. “If I have it my way, he’ll hightail it out of town when I’m through with him.”
“Good riddance, if you ask me.”
Chief Miller stepped out onto the porch and nodded his head toward the busted up window on Roy's truck.
“I've always said you've got to carry a spare key, Roy.”
“I'll make sure the next guy that breaks into my truck is carrying one. It will save me the repair bill.”
Chief Miller let out a hearty laugh.
“Well, I'm glad you found what you were looking for, anyway. If whatever it is gets Chief Cartright out of our hair, even better.”
The two men said goodnight and Roy went back to his truck. It was two in the morning. Jenny must be worried sick. The police badge would make her feel better, he was sure of it.
Finally, they were getting somewhere. Joey Dale would be a free man before he knew it.
* * *
Jenny had fallen asleep on the couch and awoke to Roy shaking her gently.
She almost jumped out of her skin, remembering the stranger who had been creeping around earlier in the evening. Even though the curtains were still drawn, she still sensed that someone was watching.
“Sorry, sweetheart,” Roy said to settle her.,“I didn't mean to startle you.”
Jenny relaxed as Roy caressed her back.
“Oh, it’s okay. You just scared me a little,” she said. “I’m just glad you are finally home. I have been worried about you.”
Jenny sat up, yawning and stretching her arms out over her head. A little more awake now, she noticed the state of Roy’s clothes.
“Jeepers, Roy, what happened out there,” Jenny gasped.
“I'm fine, really.” Roy brushed off the concern with a wave of his hand. He was obviously hurt, but he was beaming.
Jenny watched as Roy went to the kitchen to get the black windbreaker he had draped over a kitchen chair. He was digging around in the pockets.
She was happy to see him in a good mood and was excited to see what he had turned up at the house.
“Just wait until you see this, Jen. You won't believe it.”
He retrieved the white fabric package and brought it to her.
“I found this underneath the bed in the master bedroom. I hadn't even thought to check under the bed when I was in there the other day.”
“Hurry, Roy. I’ dying to know what it is.”
His excitement was wearing off on her. Jenny took the small, white package from his hands and unwrapped it carefully. She didn't know what to expect, but she knew it had to be something pretty good to have him acting like this.
“It's big, believe me.”
Jenny glanced up at his smiling face before she pulled back the final piece of fabric. She was confused to find a police badge.
“Each badge has an individual number. When we find out who this badge was issued to, we will have our man,” he said, filled with optimism.
“This is... unbelievable.”
She shook her head in disbelief.
“How are we going to find out who it belongs to?”
“See the number I was talking about?”
Roy leaned forward to get a better look at the object.
“It's not Joey's police number. I was his partner long enough to remember his as well as I know my own. I think the one we have here belongs to Chief Cartright.”
“Oh my gosh! If that's true then what happens next?” she asked as she wrapped the evidence up in the handkerchief and returned it to Roy.
“Do we tell him we have it?”
“In the morning, we call the police commissioner for the district and explain everything to him.”
“What are the chances he’ll actually believe us?”
“Finding the badge right there at the crime scene will help. If Chief Cartright can’t produce his badge, it’s going to add up, believe me.”
Roy tucked the police badge away in the drawer of the living room dresser.
“But you have to be the one to call him.”
“What?” Jenny said as she sat forward in surprise. “Why me?”
“We can't tell him that Chief Miller gave us a key so we could snoop around the house,” Roy explained as he took a seat on the couch opposite her. “We’re going to tell him you found it when you were cleaning up the house.”
“It's really going to be that easy?” Jenny asked. She wasn’t sure she could pull it off. “Won't he start asking even more questions?-”
“Even if he does, it doesn't matter. All he has to know is that it casts doubt over your brother's guilt. You just look like a concerned sister.”
“I am a concerned sister,” Jenny reminded him.
“Right, I'm sorry.”
He leaned forward and touched a hand to her knee.
“I didn't mean anything by it.”
“It's okay. I'm just tired. It's just been a long night.”
She knew he must have sensed something in her face because he suddenly looked concerned.
“What happened tonight while I was gone?”
Jenny closed her eyes as she took in a deep breath and let it out slowly.
“I thought I saw a figure on the property,” she said as she reopened her eyes. “In fact, I did see someone on the beach, and he saw me too.”
“Who? Who was out there?” he said, leaning so far forward he was almost off the couch.
“I couldn’t make out who it was, but it was a man for sure. I could tell from his movements that he didn’t want to be seen. When he spotted my face in the window, he stood still and stared back at me. Then after a few minutes, he disappeared back into the trees. When he was out of sight, I went around the house to secure windows and pull the drapes.”
Roy took her hand.
“I'm sorry I left you alone, Jen. No one is going to be coming around again now that my truck is back.”
She nodded, giving him the benefit of a smile for his effort to make her feel better.
“I think I saw someone out in the woods tonight, too.”
“What? Who?”
“Someone broke into the back of my truck and took a look around while I was searching the house.”
“You're kidding me?”
Roy shrugged. “I had nothing worth stealing from the truck. I think they were checking for anything we might have to help prove Joey’s innocence. We must be making someone nervous.”
“And what about the person you saw in the woods?”
“He was attempting a quick getaway when I was about to head out,” Roy explained. “I took off on foot after him and I was close to catching up with him when a root took me down. I had to pop a couple pills in the truck so my back pain would ease up.”
“So that's why you look like you rolled around in mud.”
Jenny shook her head, smiling.
“You need a hot shower, mister.”
Jenny watched as he stood back up. He put out a hand, and she gratefully accepted it. He pulled her up against him, and she pressed herself against his chest. It was the only place she wanted to be.
He tilted up her chin and kissed her softly on the lips.
“You care to join me?”
Jenny hadn’t heard such a good offer in
a long time.
Chapter 24
Roy couldn't believe his luck as Jenny took his hand and led him in the direction of the bathroom. He felt his cock stiffening as he watched her walking in front of him, her delicious ass swaying from side to side.
Once inside the small room, she closed the door softly behind him, turning the lock to avoid any unexpected and awkward encounters.
He pulled his shirt off over his head in that way only men can do. He couldn't help but laugh when she bit her bottom lip at the sight of his svelte body. She wasn't the first woman to find it appealing, but he certainly hoped she could be the last.
She reached out and ran her hands over his chiseled chest, and the bumps of his abs.
He wanted to feel the creamy softness of her skin beneath his touch. He needed to feel her warm, hungry body pressed against him. He waited eagerly as she pulled at the halter neck of her dress. He would rather have just ripped it off of her than to wait much longer.
Eventually, the fabric gave way, and he watched with baited breath as she pulled it unhurried down past her breasts and over her stomach. He could feel his manhood reacting as the dress caught on her hips, the lacy line of her thong already coming into view. This game of striptease was doing everything it possibly could to destroy him completely.
His cock pressed hard against the tightness of his jeans, begging to be let loose.
Jenny's smile gave him butterflies. She truly was beautiful. He reached over and pushed a mess of her curly, blonde hair off her shoulder, delighting in how the simplest of touches made her shiver. He leaned in and pressed his lips to the small crook between her neck and shoulder. She moaned in response. He bit her ever so gently, just enough to make a statement.
The low moan that escaped her lips made him harder than he had ever been before. At this rate, they may not even make it into the shower.
Roy slid his hand up the front of her thigh. He brushed gently against her pussy lips, smiling when another delightful moan left her lips. He went up a little higher to where the remnants of the dress still sat propped up on her hips.
He peeled the yellow fabric down with slow intent, careful to barely brush his knuckles in all the right places as he did. She stepped her feet side to side until the dress was nothing more than a distant memory in a crumpled heap on the floor.
“I've got to set the water running,” he heard her murmur as he dipped his head down her chest toward her hardened nipples. He heard her sigh as his hands came up behind her back to release her breasts from their confines. The lacy, black bra dropped to the bathroom floor in an instant.
“Just give me another minute,” he responded softly. He wasn't ready to give her up just yet, not even for a minute.
With nothing to restrict him now, he went for her chest again. This time, he cupped her plump breasts tenderly, his thumbs working their magic across her erect pebbles. She moaned at the delicious sensations.
“You're killing me here,” she whispered as he leaned forward to take one in his mouth. His tongue circled her pink peaks. He enjoyed the way her hips moved against him as she reacted to the pleasure he was giving her. It was clear she no longer wanted him to stop. The shower would just have to wait.
She pressed her pussy hard against his jeans and his cock was begging to be let loose.
He moved on to the other nipple, this time teasing and tugging with his teeth. Even the lightest of touches were sending her spiraling. He could feel her body respond to his touch, could hear her moans from above. Both urged him on to go even further.
His jeans were no longer a suitable choice. He ran a hand down her back and pulled her closer. He pressed his lips to her own, letting his tongue do all the work while his free hand unbuttoned his jeans and brought down his fly. Once they were gone he kicked them aside.
She made light work of his boxers. She slipped a hand inside and worked her hand around his shaft, pulling and massaging gently at first and then with a little more power. Now, it was his turn to react. He could see that his heavy groans were turning her on even more. The playful look in her blue eyes told him that there was more to come.
She was stroking his cock perfectly, her tiny hand gripping it’s massive girth and sliding up and down along it. With each stroke, his pleasure grew and his cock throbbed and stiffened more and more.
Jenny turned her back on him and stepped inside the shower. He laughed when she winced as a spray of cold water came tumbling out of the shower head. In a minute or two the water had warmed to a decent temperature and he joined her in there, relishing the way the water droplets ran in rivulets over the flesh of her breasts.
To his surprise, she turned her back to him to place her palms flat on the glass shower wall. She edged back her hips and spread her legs giving him ample access. This was an entirely new experience for him, but he was eager to give her what she wanted.
Roy stepped up behind her. He reached around her and placed his hands on her breasts, coaxing her nipples into play once again with the deft touch of his fingertips. She tilted her head back and he claimed her mouth with his own, relishing the wetness as he sucked the excess droplets from her pliant lips. Her hips arching against his groin nearly killed him on the spot.
He pressed his cock against her quivering pussy lips.
“Enter me,” she moaned.
He entered her slowly at first, making sure her pussy was nice and wet, and once the head of his cock was inside her, he thrust forward, sliding all the way inside her, right to the hilt of his cock.
She cried out in pleasure.
He felt a rush of emotion that nearly dropped him to his knees. Jenny was everything to him. She was his friend, his partner, and his lover. He couldn't imagine feeling this free with anyone else.
Although he would never forget Natalie and would love his wife forever, Jenny was in a league entirely her own. She tested his limits and often brought him to the breaking point. He had never imagined he would feel like this again. He wanted more.
As he thrust, he felt all coherent thoughts leave his mind. Her appreciative moans spurred him on until he thought his knees would buckle beneath him. He wanted to let go, but he held on. He wanted her to finish first. He always wanted to be the one to make her come undone.
Her heavy panting told him she was close. She turned her head, catching his tongue with her own. Her cry of joy a moment later told him she was sliding into an orgasm, and he felt her inner muscles tighten around him, convulsing in sweet, breathtaking spasms. It was an exhilarating feeling to know he had brought her there.
He kept sliding in and out of her, pumping her mercilessly, and as her orgasm continued to overwhelm her, he felt her begin to lose her balance.
He reached down under her ass and hoisted her up off her feet in his powerful arms. She kicked forward, resting her feet against the shower wall, and used them to push her ass and pussy tighter against his crotch.
With her body braced against the wall in that position, he was able to thrust into her even harder. Even deeper.
He went so hard and so deep that he brought on another wave of orgasm through her. She screamed this time as the pleasure ripped through her like a wildfire.
He felt the pleasure surging through his cock with each powerful thrust forward. The passion grew and became almost a rage as he thrust forcefully into her. No matter how hard he pushed, she held her position, her feet firmly braced against the shower wall, and when he came, the force of his orgasm almost knocked him unconscious.
“Oh my God,” he cried, as his cock exploded, sending powerful jets of semen deep into her pussy.
“Oh, Roy,” she cried out.
“Fuck,” he cried.
He let himself go completely, having let the build-up overtake him in an earth-shattering release, as though he was sharing the very essence of him and giving it to her freely.
“You’re a fucking angel,” he cried out as his semen continued pouring into her.
“You’re a fucking God,”
she cried, the pleasure of his cum inside her driving her wild.
* * *
Jenny pulled her towel tightly around her frame before she unlocked the bathroom door.
Roy was still in the shower, the water having run so long it was now cold. Roy didn't mind. He needed the cool-down after their hot water adventure.
Jenny’s body still shivered every time she thought about it. It had been perfect. Roy was sex. He was the only man she had ever known who had brought out these feelings in her, the only man who had ever given her those sensations.
She’d had sex before, countless times actually. There had been first dates, one night stands, and long-term relationships. None compared to Roy. He was passionate, but most of all, he was loving. She could sense it in his tender touch, his sensual caresses, and his lingering kisses. Roy had been telling her he loved her with his sexy, well-built, talented body.
Jenny paused in the hallway to check in on Isabelle who was still slumbering away. The dog looked up briefly when she pushed on the door, but dropped his head back down on the comforter.
She closed the door. It was still far too early for both child and dog to be up. She would let them sleep a little longer.
Jenny entered the master bedroom and eased the door closed behind her with a soft click. She toweled herself dry as she surveyed Roy's room.
It was rather plain. He hadn't hung any photos or art. The wooden walls were gorgeous. The old, battered copy of To Kill a Mockingbird still sat on the nightstand.
She took a seat on the edge of the bed and picked it up. She flipped through the pages, imagining what kind of woman Roy Peters would have married. She hadn't seen a wedding photograph or any image for that matter of his late wife. It was as if Roy was determined to forget.
Her curiosity getting the best of her, she pulled open the top drawer of his bedside cabinet. It was about three-quarters full with numerous items, some of them seeming to have come from Roy's childhood. There was a photo of what looked like his parents, an old team photo from Little League, and tucked in under an assortment of memories was a little, navy box.
Jenny glanced at the door. She lifted the lid of the jewelry box. Inside was the most beautiful ring she had ever seen. A blue stone sat in amongst six diamonds, each one catching and reflecting the light in multi-faceted brilliance. The setting was attached to a silver band. It was absolutely gorgeous.
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