She wiped down the table, then stood up. “But if she mentions something that is a clear and present danger to you or the club, I’ll tell you. I believe the only reason she would tell me something like that was if she wanted you to know, anyway.”
After taking her cleaning towel back into the kitchen, she leaned against the doorway. “Is that good enough?”
“It’s fair enough,” he told her. “Would you like me to leave?”
“Have I asked you to go?”
“I withdraw the question,” he consented.
She bit her lip and then said, “You are wearing far too many clothes.”
Chapter Thirteen
On her bed, naked and entangled while his hands roamed her body with calm explorations, she marveled out how well he already knew her as he set fires in her ass, back, and breasts.
Her pale nipples were alight and hard as he teased and suckled her. She loved the feeling of running her hands through his hair while he did that. His cock was hard against her thigh, so she knew he was already very aroused, which pleased her, but he was also in no hurry tonight, which pleased her even more. Rough-and-tumble monkey sex had its place, but this was a night for healing, and both of them needed healing.
For nearly an hour, they just rolled and caressed and soothed each other, pressing as close together and as much as they could.
When she was straddling him after such a long and loving embrace, the ache for him was more than she could take. Lifting up from him, she rolled her hips and brought his cock to her entrance. “God,” she hissed, as he stretched her open, “am I ever going to get used to your cock?”
Working her hips and ass and thighs, she ground him into her, loving the width of him, moaning with every aching, wonderful stretching sensation. “Fuck yes,” she whispered, rising up fully and undulating her whole body in a dance. “Fuck yes, this is it, this is exactly it.”
Her body was a flowing wave that rose from her ass, up through her hips to her abs, and then to her breasts before finally tossing back and jerking forward her long red hair with her head, rolling her body with lustful oscillations in the moonlight coming in through the window. Her hands rubbed her sides and milked her breasts and dug deep into her hair.
In his eyes, Bev could see that this was turning him on. She could feel it in his cock, too, when it twitched and bucked periodically.
This dance she was doing was rubbing her clit into the base of his cock, and it was really starting to get to her. Her moans weren’t quite as playful or soothing anymore. There was an urgency to them that she knew he could hear. Her voice was practically imploring him to fuck her.
“Oh, sweet mercy,” she moaned when her orgasm began to rise and swirl inside of her like a filling pool of electric lava.
“Oh god, I’m going to come, oh please let me come,” she begged and her body’s dance, which was sensuous and slow, became more urgent and forceful.
Her hips now rocked against him instead of rolling, grinding her clit with fervent desire. Rather than milking her breasts, she pulled at her nipples, stretching them, and threw her head back as the delicious ache ran through her abs and inflamed her clit with ardent hunger.
“Oh, fuck yes! Leo! God, you feel so good!”
She came forward, her hands gripping his thick shoulders, feeing his chiseled muscles and the tension building in them. Her incited body left all sensuous pretense and began to fuck his cock. Her abs rolled and she squeezed his cock with the muscle walls of her pussy as her hips fucked up and down, driving him into her.
“God yes! Oh god, yes! Fuck, Leo! Fucking give it to me! Fuck! I need it!” she screamed at him.
Leo grabbed her hips with his powerful hands and began to drive his cock into her with his ass and hip muscles.
The sudden power she felt from him set her off. She growled and cried as she thrashed and pounded back into him. The orgasm only seemed to enrage her body. It wanted more, much more before her climax. “Fucking sweet mother! God, I need it. It’s fucking right there!”
The agony of pre-climax seethed through her body, and she fucked Leo with desperation now. Her hands were claws as she raked his chest and shoulders. Leo was mercilessly pounding into her, his hands gripping her like steel clamps, and she could feel his cock becoming harder.
“Do it Leo! Fucking do it! I need you!”
Leo’s climax filled her and sent her whole body into climax as well. Her cries were wild and hungry. She rose up and humped at his cock viciously, riding the climax, and the blissful agonies churned inside of her.
Chapter Fourteen
Bev woke close to three in the morning in an empty bed. Leo was gone.
She got up and padded out to the living room, and then peeked outside to see if his bike was still there, but it was gone as well.
“Hmm,” she growled.
After a drink of water, she crawled back into bed and fell asleep, wishing he would have woken her to say he was taking off instead of sneaking out like a thief.
She woke at eight in the morning to the smell of bacon frying in her kitchen.
“Just as sneaky coming back in,” she smiled.
She got up and, since there was the possible threat of bacon splatter, got into her sleeping t-shirt before going out to say good morning.
He was in straight cut blue jeans, running shoes, a blue button-up shirt with a collar. She nearly didn’t recognize him. His hair was brushed to a shine and pulled back into a very manly pony-tail. His cheeks and chin were freshly shorn. Hell, he made Jay look casual.
She came up behind him and put her arms around his waist, giving him a hug. “Glad you decided to sneak back in.”
“Couldn’t sleep. I went home and played a few racks on my pool table. That always eases my mind. Helps me focus.”
“Been up all night, then?”
“Yes, but I plan on sleeping most of today. Day off, completely. Planning on several in fact. Need some serious downtime,” he told her.
She tried not to get all girly-attitude with that statement, by which he obviously meant that he was going to want solitude during this downtime.
“I get like that,” she told him, reminding herself as well.
“Everyone does. The ones who don’t do something about it are the ones who wind up screaming like mad men in divorce courts and taking automatic weapons to work.”
Divorce courts? Was that one of those Freudian slips?
If he was thinking marriage already, then maybe he should get some time alone, and her, too.
“I’ve got a ton of work today and tomorrow, so it’s probably best anyway. Though I am just down the road. You might want to take a break from yourself and pop over,” she added, hoping it didn’t sound too needy.
“That would be nice, yes, but I think I’m going to take a break from the club for awhile. I just got back, and look at the mess.”
Her instincts told her there was more to it than that, but likely in the area he wouldn’t talk about.
“Tuesdays and Wednesdays are usually slow anyway,” she said. “Not missing much.”
“I might have some work to do on Thursday and Friday. It could stretch into the weekend if everything goes right,” he told her.
Oh god, he’s going back! Whatever it is that he’s into, it’s starting Thursday.
She knew it like she knew her own name.
“Yeah, well,” she said into his back, struggling not to cry, “You can’t just sit around all the time playing pool. You’ll get flabby, and then I won’t want you anyway.”
He put a hand on her clasped ones in front of him and said, “I will be coming back, lass.”
Chapter Fifteen
She lost it. The tears were in free fall.
Fucking asshole! Why did he have to say that?
Her phone rang with Yvette’s ringtone, and she left him to pick it up. “Hey, baby,” she said.
“He’s dead! The police are here! They say he’s dead!”
“Don’t move. I’
m on my way, baby. I’ll be right there.”
“He’s dead!” Yvette screamed.
She dressed with the phone to her ear, listening to Yvette wail and cry and tell the cops to fuck off, that she wasn’t talking to them, that she needed Bev.
“Call Jay!” Bev shouted at Leo. “Call him and tell him to get his ass over to Yvette’s, right now!”
To Yvette, she said, “Tell the cops your lawyer is on the way, and to back off!” Yvette sounded like she took great pleasure in relaying that message to the police and getting them out of her apartment.
“I’m dressed, baby, and on my bike. I’ll be there in five. Hang up, baby. I’m on my way,” Bev said.
“Please!” Yvette begged.
“I’m coming,” Bev told her. Then she broke the connection, put her helmet on, and thundered out of her drive, reaching sixty by the first bend.
In less than five minutes, she was pulling up to the downtown store where Yvette rented an apartment upstairs. Cops were everywhere, and she spotted at least two detectives. One of the officers tried to stop her from going up.
“You going to arrest me?”
“Well, I’m—”
“Not doing shit!” she told him, and she took the stairs two at a time. Her phone rang as she entered the apartment. It was Jay.
“Where are you, Jay?”
“As it happens, close by, actually. I’m on the freeway heading back. Did he die in the apartment?”
“No, somewhere else, but there are a lot of cops downstairs looking to search this place and interrogate Yvette.”
“Neither of which is going to happen. How is Yvette feeling about me coming over? I was on the tribunal last night. She may not want my help.”
“Yvette?”
“Yes?”
“Jay wants to help. He’s going to keep the cops out of here and help you with the questions. Is that alright? Will you let him help?”
She put a knuckle between her teeth, and then nodded. “I don’t have anyone else.” She sounded defeated.
“I heard her,” Jay said, “and I understand. I'll help her find someone else after I handle this first mess. Tell her that. Also, I’m off the freeway and coming up the main road now. Be there in three,” he said, and he broke the connection.
Bev pocketed her cellphone and went over to Yvette, who looked at her like a wounded child. Yvette asked, “Wasn’t breaking him enough? Did he have to kill him too?”
Bev looked at her in shock. She means Leo! Oh shit, she’s thinks Leo did this!
Chapter Sixteen
Beverly was waiting on the stairs of Yvette’s apartment for Jay to show up. She wanted to tell him that Yvette didn’t want the police inside the house. Crash had done a lot of crystal the night before and she had no idea what had been left out. There was no time to really clean.
“Doesn’t look good, having your friend lawyer up like this,” said one of the detectives. “Looks—”
“Looks fucking great,” Bev told him, cutting him off. “Let me ask you something: Have you ever seen anyone’s case improve by talking to the detectives without a lawyer present? No, you haven’t. Not one. That’s why they always stop those reality TV shows when the lawyer is asked for. So fuck off.”
“She’s not really a sus—”
“Of course she is! The girlfriend or wife is always the first suspect. Look, go try your bullshit out on someone who might listen to it. Alright?”
“What’s your name?” the detective asked, pulling out his pad.
“Don’t answer that,” Jay said from behind him. “You’ve got nothing to do with this, and he has no grounds for asking except that you called him on his bullshit.”
“What, not even her name?” the detective asked with a laugh.
“Not a damn thing that doesn’t absolutely require an answer from her or Yvette,” Jay informed him, his face like that of a lion guarding its territory. “What do you have here, six cop cars? You’re using intimidation tactics on a woman who just lost her partner of over ten years. You will not get in her house without a warrant. You will not talk to her unless I am present. You will not see either of us without scheduling a time through my office. Is that clear? Because harassment and intimidation are two of my biggest peeves.
“Now,” Jay told him, “you can go. I’m going to talk to my client, and we will come down to the station at the time you arrange through my office, to make a statement. Not to answer questions, not to be interrogated. A statement. That’s it. Unless you are going to arrest her now, and please say you are going to arrest her now. Please,” Jay told him.
The detective was furious, but he kept his mouth shut, took Jay’s offered card, turned, and walked away.
“As for the rest of you,” Jay said, raising his voice, “if I come back down here and see one of you here, I’ll not only file departmental complaints but raise charges of harassment. I hope that’s clear to you, because I’m willing to clear my calendar for the rest of the year with this one.”
Bev watched the cops and detectives get in their cars and pull out of the parking lot.
“Holy shit, Jay,” she said as he came up beside her. “I think you just became my hero.”
“Does that make me sexier?” he asked with a smile.
“You were sexy before. Ever have two girls give you a spontaneous blow job?” she joked, and then glanced upstairs. She said more seriously, “Probably not going to happen for a while, though, Jay. She’s really torn up. Her insides are shredded. I’m really glad you kept them from talking to her right now.”
“The BJ can wait. It would probably kill me, anyway. Let’s deal with the real victim first,” Jay agreed. He continued upstairs, Bev following.
“Larr,” she whispered before they got to the door.
“Yes?” he asked in quiet tones as well.
“She thinks Leo did this.”
“Shit. Thanks.”
Jay continued inside and found Yvette sitting at her dinner table, looking out the window. “You made them all go away?”
“Yes, Yvette, I did. We still need to talk to them, though, but only at the station, and only with me present. You don’t need to answer questions right now, or worry about interrogations or them coming to your house. In fact, if a cop even stops you on the street, you call me. Because I won’t stand for that, at all.”
“Alright,” Yvette said.
“Now, we need to prepare a statement.”
“Can Bev stay here? Please?”
“Yes, Bev can stay. But there are two things I take very seriously in this world. One is the club. The other is the client-lawyer relationship. What you say to me will never leave this room through me. To put it bluntly, I won’t even tell Danny if he says I’ll lose my patch if I don’t tell him. And he knows it, too. Bev is a good person, a great person, and I really like her a lot, but her relationship with you is not protected by law like yours and mine is. It would be very hard, and I would fight them every step of the way, but they could make her answer or go to jail for contempt of court. Which means she stays there until she answers. Understand?”
“Yes,” Yvette said. Then she looked at Bev, “I want you to stay, but, if you want to go…”
“I’m here baby, I’m right here.”
“Okay, so what is my statement?” Yvette asked.
“They’ll want to cover at least last night up to this morning. Where you were, what you were doing, things that were said, what time you went to sleep, and what you were doing this morning before you answered the door.”
“Last night? Should I tell them about the banishing?”
Jay thought that one through. It was apparently a fine line between client and club, Bev decided. “If you want to tell them in that much detail, you can, and I don’t think anyone will be upset with you. There was nothing illegal or even immoral going on. But you could also say that you were at the club, weren’t having a good time there, and left, bringing you home at, what? Ten?”
“About 9
:45,” Yvette said. “I checked the clock when I came in, hoping I could go straight to bed.”
“So, then what happened?” Jay asked, turning on a tape recorder.
Yvette eyed the tape recorder, but she told her story. “When I got up here, after Bev dropped me off, Crash was doing a needle of meth. When he does that, he does a lot of it, so he wasn’t going to sleep, I knew that, and he probably wasn’t going to want sex, either, since he never stays hard when he’s on meth.”
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