Loves Redemption (28 page)

“
He
was on his way in. I got out just as he was pulling in and he almost hit me. He barely missed seeing me.” To his own ears, his voice had risen to an uncomfortable- sounding squeak.

“
Did
he see you?” Jaime slowly and seductively walked over to him, wearing nothing but a short, see-thru red lacy robe, and matching red spiked heels.

Sitting next to him on the bed, Jaime stroked and fondled him, which made him loose his

concentration and not really focus on the questions he was asked.

“Uh no. I don’t think so. He was too focused on getting in to see
her.”

He grimaced in sudden pain and glanced down to see in the middle of stroking him,

Jaime’s hand tightened on his penis, sinking short manicured nails into the sensitive skin close to his balls.

“Sorry, baby. I’ll make it all better.”

Jaime kneeled before him and took his stiff penis into a willing red mouth, and proceeded

to make it all better, and reaffirmed to James why he stayed in the unusual relationship.

He leaned back with a heartfelt groan, and forgot all about the odd demands and

idiosyncrasies of their relationship, and allowed Jaime to do what Jaime did best.

The bedroom door opened and closed, and unafraid, Maya called out, “I don’t keep any

money in the house, or any jewelry other than the costume variety, so you’re wasting your time.”

She paused, with her brush suspended in mid-air, before she continued to stroke it down the length of her curls as she sat on the small padded stool of her vanity.

There was a pause, and the hiss of the vanilla-scented candle was the only sound in the

bathroom for a long time, before he answered, “What
do
you have, that I may find, valuable?”

The overhead lights went out, and the only lighting in her bedroom was given from the

glow of the candles she’d lit before she’d stepped into the bath.

Hands came to rest on her shoulders, and leisurely moved down her arms in a sweet

caress. He ended at the tips of her fingers only to work his way just as slowly back up. She leaned back in the stool and allowed the brush to fall to the carpeted floor.

Turned around and bodily lifted, she was placed on the bathroom counter. Beneath the

sheer robe, her naked bottom came into contact with the cool porcelain. She gave an involuntary shiver, her hands gripping his thick biceps for support.

“Are you cold sweetheart? Do you need me to warm you up?” His hot breath scorched

her neck.

Without waiting for her to answer, he spread her legs farther apart as he kneeled between

her thighs. Moving the silky fabric of her teddy aside, with reverence, he brushed his hand over the springy hairs guarding the soft V at the top of her legs.

He moved his hands back and forth, avoiding actual contact with that part she desperately

needed for him to touch.

Just when she thought she couldn’t take his teasing any more, when she was close to

begging for his touch, he leaned forward and awarded her with a slow, sure stroke of his tongue.

His hungry gaze traveled the length of her body with such a mixture of possession, lust,

and love that she closed her eyes, barely able to handle the heated excitement it created in her.

After spreading her legs further apart, he gently placed them on his shoulders and leaned

back in to continue his sensual assault, this time using both tongue and lips. Her body went weak, her breath coming in short puffs of air. He relentlessly continued laving her, his hair tickling the soft sensitive skin of her inner thigh.

“Stop,” she breathed. Her voice was barely audible above the hiss of the candles. “Please.

I don’t think I can take much more.”

He reluctantly raised his head. “You can take it. You can take it, and more,” he promised

and leaned down to kiss her mouth.

He lifted her from the counter, without giving up the connection with her lips, and carried her into the dark bedroom. As her legs untangled from his waist, he pushed aside the sheer robe and placed a hot kiss in the vacated spot near her collarbone.

Standing on tiptoe she pressed her tightly swollen breasts against his chest, and coiled her arms around his head. She ground her body back and forth against his, her body aching, and on fire for his touch.

She excited him beyond anything he’d ever known, her slow grind made his body burn

and ache, swelling to proportions that bordered on painful.

With a groan, he grabbed both sides of her hips and lowered her unto his painfully hard

cock, penetrating her deeply. After he adjusted her body on his, he let her ride, allowing her to set the pace for their loving.

He could tell when she was nearing her completion. A fine sheen of perspiration coated

her light brown skin, pooling into a single drop, perched on the tip of her bow-shaped upper lip.

As her body writhed he encouraged her in a voice gone husky and dry. “Come for me,

baby. Let it go and come for me.” He captured one of her breasts and tugged relentlessly on the large globe.

With a cry, Maya did as she was told, the orgasm wild and intense, until finally, her body

slumped against his. “It’s your turn,” she told him weakly, in a husky voice, completely out of breath. His cock ached, still buried in her to the hilt.

“I need you on the floor, baby. I want to go deeper than I ever have. I
need
to go deeper, until I can’t tell where you leave off, and I begin,” he said in a low, rough voice.

He lowered them both to the carpeted floor beside the bed. His hard body carefully

covered hers, and he devoured her soft lips with his. He released a heart-felt groan as his tongue delved deep into the recesses of her mouth.

“Now!” He shouted, wrenching his mouth from hers. “I need to be inside of you now.

Please,” he gentled his plea.

He lifted her small hips, and surged smoothly back into her tight slick vagina, with a long groan of satisfaction. He paused, winding around every part of her he could possibly reach, before setting a burning cadence, with fierce, sure strokes.

Maya looked up at him as his body blanketed hers. She observed the beauty of his face

through half closed lids, loving the way the two of them came together in perfect symphony, their bodies in one accord striving to reach the ultimate reward together.

His beautifully carved features stood out in stark relief as he concentrated on what they

were doing to one another, the feelings they were generating. The total focus and ecstasy etched on his face gave testimony to the intensity of his feelings.

As he continued to plunge and retreat, going deeper and deeper with each stroke, the

friction forced her to lose focus. Instead, she was caught in the pleasure, the power and heat of his body burning steadily within her.

On and on it went, until the rush finally reached them, gathering in intensity like a

hurricane encompassing everything in its path, leaving them breathless and incoherent in its wake. Depleted, shudders wracked her body as he gathered her close and she felt him empty

deep inside her body.

When Mark caught his breath, he carefully lifted himself away from her, and placed her

on the bed. He walked into the bathroom to retrieve a small damp hand towel from the sink.

When he turned on the small bedside lamp, he was mortified at what he saw.

Her smooth, brown body held evidence of their lovemaking from her beautiful face, to

the creamy skin on her inner thigh.

“Oh, baby, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to mark you like this.” He knelt down and gently

wiped away the evidence of their lovemaking on her thigh. “And I shouldn’t have taken you on the floor like that. I don’t know what came over me.”

“I’m okay. I enjoyed every minute of it, you didn’t hurt me.” She sought to reassure him.

“And whatever came over you, came over me too. I loved it,” she took the towel from him, and wiped the soft tip of his penis, still lying thick and heavy in her hands.

Mark turned off the light and lay next to her. He cradled her in his arms, as her head lay

on his chest. He picked up one of her curls and rubbed the lock between his thumb and forefinger absently.

She turned her head to look up into his face in the candlelit room. “What are you thinking

about?” She asked into the comfortable silence of the room.

He looked down at her and kissed her forehead before answering. “When I got back to

the precinct I took the flowers and the card to the lab guys. It’ll be a few days before I hear anything from them.”

When he didn’t immediately say anything else, she waited for him to continue.

“Maya, these flowers aren’t sitting well with me. And not only from the perspective of

not wanting some strange guy sending you flowers. It’s the second time you’ve received these anonymously and it makes me feel uncomfortable.”

“You think there’s a connection between the flowers and the slayer?” She intuitively

guessed his thoughts.

Mark realized that although he didn’t want to voice out loud his thoughts, she was too

intelligent and perceptive not to reason it out for herself.

“Maybe. I’m not sure. But my instincts are telling me yes. Which brings me to another

point.” He wasn’t sure how to give voice to the thoughts that had been swirling in his head throughout most of the day.

“What would you think about moving in with me for a while?” He’d intended to ask her

when he’d arrived at her house, but he’d been side tracked when he’d entered her bedroom.

Now, his thinking a little more clear, he was able to ask the question. When she didn’t respond, he tipped her head up with his finger.

“Did you hear me, baby? What do you think about moving in with me?”

“I heard you. I’m wondering why. Is it for professional or personal reasons?” He felt her

body clench, after she asked the question.

“What I meant was do you think I’m unsafe in my home?” She quickly clarified.

“I don’t like the feeling I’m getting right now sweetheart, I can’t really explain. As for

personal reasons, there is nothing that would make me happier than to have you staying with me, Maya, until we’ve caught this woman,” he said, referring to the serial killer.

Even as he said the words, he knew nothing would make him happier than if she were to

stay with him on a more permanent basis. But he didn’t think she was ready to hear that yet.

“Give me some time, Mark. I love my home, and I hate to have someone scare me away

from it. I’ll have to give it some serious thought.”

The day had started early and lasted long for both of them. Mark turned her around so he

could hold her spoon fashion. It wasn’t long before they drifted into sleep holding on to one another, each ones body automatically moving and adjusting to accommodate the other, as they fell into a contented sleep.

“Hey Jack, did you find anything for me?” Mark asked the lab tech.

As soon as he’d come to the station that morning, he’d gone by the lab before going to

the squad room, hoping the tech’s had been able to find prints, fibers, or anything on the floral arrangement. Now he’d returned in hopes that the tech had found some usable print.

“Sorry, Detective. It was clean. There were roughly three or four sets of prints on the

vase itself, which is in line with the amount of people who handled it. The only prints on the card were from the samples you provided me. There weren’t any others.”

The technician remained seated in the high-backed wheeled lab chair and rolled over to a

steel gray cabinet. Rolling back, he handed Mark a plastic bag that held the small card and envelope from the arrangement.

“Thanks Jack, I appreciate you taking a look at it for me.”

“No problem, Mark. Any time you need anything give me a jingle.”

With that, the technician went back to his work and Mark left the lab. With a pensive

look on his face, Mark closely looked at the writing on the card he could see clearly through the sheer plastic bag. He made a turn that would lead him into the direction of the evidence room.

“Hello,” he called out as he entered the room and found no one at the front counter.

“Anyone around? I need to take a look at something,” he called out to no one particular. As he was approaching the desk, the clerk came out from behind one of the stacks, and hurried over to the counter.

“I’m sorry, Detective, it’s been a busy day and I’m the only one here. I didn’t hear you

come in,” he offered in apology. “How may I help you?”

Mark glanced down at the clerk’s badge. “Smith, I need to take a look at a piece of

evidence from the slayer case. It should be tagged by itself. It’s a small white card.”

“What type of card? Do you have the tag number?”

“It’s a small white card with a hand-printed message on it. The type of card that goes

with floral arrangements. I don’t have the number, sorry about that,” he explained to the flustered clerk and waited patiently as the man went back into the stacks to retrieve the card. Ten minutes later he emerged with the bagged evidence in his hands.

“Thanks…” Mark thanked him as he scrawled his name across the sheet of paper to

check the evidence out.

“Detective, when will you return this? I noticed you didn’t indicate a return time.”

“I’m not sure. Some time today when I’m done with it,” he said, and walked out of the

room, missing the way the pleasant smile dropped immediately from the clerk’s face as soon as he left the room.

* * * *

Before he returned to the squad room, Mark made one last detour back to the crime lab

after taking a look at the message on the first card.

“Jack, is Wanda around today?” He referred to the technician who also was a handwriting