“Come for me, baby,” he groaned, licking her heated core over and over until she screamed his name.
Dylan eased off the bed, a smile on his face as he tasted her gorgeous body with his eyes. He pulled a condom from his nightstand, then slipped his pants and boxers off, revealing his massive erection. Kyra’s eyes widened at the sight of his throbbing cock. Dylan tore open the foil packet and eased the condom over his sensitive shaft. All it would take was one light touch from her hand and he would be done.
Kyra felt the bed shift, her eyes never leaving his, lost in the swirling heat she saw there. As he eased between her trembling thighs, she smiled, unable to believe that finally, she would lay beneath the man of her dreams. But would it be more than this moment? She pushed the troublesome thought aside, wanted to live in this moment, to remember it, cherish it always.
“Are you ready?” Dylan asked softly.
“I... I think so,” she whispered. “Will it… will it hurt?”
“I’ll go slow. I promise.”
Kyra nodded unable to say anything. She was about to lose her virginity and the thought excited and scared the hell out of her. Would it hurt? Would this change anything between them? She would soon find it?
Dylan eased his swollen cockhead to her entrance, pressing lightly. Kyra gasped at the pressure, her eyes wide. Slowly, he eased into her, inch by inch, feeling the moment her innocence was lost. He froze, allowing her body to adjust to the thickness of his cock as it stretched her before moving again.
Dylan eased his thick shaft out and slowly eased back in, filling her more and more with each thrust before finally burying his cock to the hilt in her tight pussy. Kyra’s muscles spasmed, hugging his cock tight, as if trying to milk him. She loved the way his cock felt as it slid mercilessly in and out of her. The friction was both painful and delightful.
As the pain turned to pleasure, Kyra found her hands searching over his body, greedily grasping his muscular ass, the feel of each thrust apparent as he worked her thoroughly. She grasped his shoulders, wrapping her legs around him, deepening their connection. He groaned in appreciation. Her nails scored the flesh of his gorgeous body as he hastened his efforts. She writhed beneath him, her muscles beginning to quiver as her orgasm drew closer.
Kyra met each of his thrusts, undulating her hips and Dylan moaned her name as their bodies shuddered as an orgasm so intense – so earth-shattering – consumed them. He leaned down and kissed her passionately, easing his twitching cock from her. “I’ll be right back, gorgeous. Don’t go anywhere.”
“I won’t,” she said breathlessly, a smile flittering across her beautiful, flushed face.
Dylan disappeared into the bathroom, tossing the condom in the trash. He returned with a warm washcloth and cleaned her gently. Kyra loved the way he delicately cared for her looking at her with the same need and want as he had moments ago. Something had changed. She had changed.
Dylan laid the washcloth on the nightstand and pulled Kyra to him holding her close. “Are you alright?” he asked, his breath dancing across her bare neck.
“I am,” she whispered. “That was amazing. I didn’t know it could be so... so beautiful.”
“I’m sorry if I hurt you.”
“You didn’t. It was perfect,” she said, turning to face him. “At first all I could think about was how nobody had ever seen me naked. Then my mind went blank and I just let go.”
“Are you hungry?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“Then while you grab a shower, I’ll see about breakfast.”
Kyra watched Dylan slip out of bed, loving the way his muscles rippled with each and every move he made. Damn! He was so hot, and that gorgeous hunk of man had just made love to her.
She took a quick shower and returned to her room, digging through her bag until she found her favorite pair of jeans and a white tank top. As her stomach began to grumble, she pulled on her jeans and shirt, then slid her feet into a pair of flip-flops, taking a couple of deep breaths to calm herself before leaving the room. She still couldn’t believe what had just happened really actually happened.
In the kitchen, Dylan was cleaning up the dishes from last night, along with the few items he had used to make breakfast. Two plates sat at the bar filled with bacon, eggs, and toast dripping with butter. She took a seat and picked up her fork as Dylan plopped down on the stool beside her, digging into his breakfast too.
“The eggs were a little cold so popped them in the microwave,” Dylan said. “Hope that’s alright.”
“I’m sure they taste fine,” Kyra replied, reaching for her juice.
“Are you okay, sweetheart?”
She shrugged. “Yes. I was just thinking about the past.”
“What about the past?”
“It’s kind of embarrassing, but I used to have a huge crush on you.” Kyra felt her cheeks grow warm.
“I know,” Dylan said, smiling. “You were always checking me out. I thought it was cute. My little sister’s best friend having the hots for me.”
“Well, I lost my friend because of that crush.”
“Oh. I had no idea that’s why you two stopped being friends. I’m sorry, Kyra.” He hesitated, debating on whether or not to ask the question that had been circling around in his head. Finally decided to go for it. “Why did you leave Sizzle?”
“Because you were marrying that slut, Harley. I just couldn’t stand it. I didn’t want to see you two together every day.”
“But I didn’t marry her.” He reached over and took her hand, lacing his fingers with hers.
“I didn’t know. Nobody told me. I just thought I needed to move on.”
“That explains a lot.”
“Jake seems to think that we’re in love with each other,” Kyra said, instantly regretting saying that. It was time to change the subject. “So how’s the case going? I could really use some good news on that.” She shifted eggs around on her plate. Part of her hoped he’d let her remark about Jake just slip away. Part of her wanted him to say Jake was right.
Dylan squeezed Kyra’s hand. “We’ll get through this, Kyra. I promise. We’re planning on talking with the young rookie cop that visited you and your mom. Maybe he can help us get more information.”
Kyra nodded. “I hope so. It’s just that everything that has happened here is so surreal. Oh, don’t forget my friend is arriving today.”
“Right. I’ll check in with you later today. If you need me, just call. Okay?” he smiled giving her one of those flirty winks he used to dish out to all the girls.
Kyra nodded. What the hell did that wink mean? Was she just another notch on the bedpost or was this real?
Dylan was happy that Kyra would have a friend to spend time with and help her through the loss of her parents. While she was with her friend, he could concentrate on finding out who killed her parents. Then when it was all over, maybe she would have room for him in her life. At least he hoped she would. After the morning they spent together, he knew without a doubt that she was the one for him. He felt it deep down in his bones.
Knowing that Paula would be arriving today, Kyra decided to hang out at Dylan’s and wait for her call. She was afraid to be alone at her parents’ house. She hated to admit that she was scared, but she was. It was terrifying to know that a murderer or murderers were on the loose, free to do as they pleased. What did they want? What had her parents done to attract such horrible people? When Paula arrived they could go together. That was safer.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Dylan and Jake decided to head over to Detective Ty James’ house and see if they could get him to help them out. When Ty answered the door, he recognized the two former cops right away. The guys he worked with made every effort to point them out as the cops that had thrown in the towel. Weaklings, they liked to call them. He didn’t know what they wanted, but he was curious to find out.
“Hi,” Dylan said. “I’m Dylan Chambers and this here is my business partner, Jake Stone. We’re w
ith the Southern Gentlemen’s Detective Agency. We’d like to talk to you about a case you’re working on if you have a minute to talk.”
“Sure. Come on in. What case are you guys looking into?”
“Well, actually it’s two cases; the John Michaels and Liz Michaels murders.”
James knew the cases immediately. It wasn’t every week that Sizzle saw two murders in such a short time, especially one as violent as Liz Michaels’. “How can I help?”
“We’re hoping that you’ll share what you’ve learned about the murders. Any leads you might have?”
“Their daughter is desperate for closure,” Jake added.
Ty remembered meeting Kyra and Mrs. Michaels shortly after the death of Mr. Michaels. Such a sad turn of events for the young woman. They seemed like really nice family. It disturbed him greatly that such fine citizens could be killed so violently. “I’ll help in any way I can. Honestly, I’ve been a little curious as to why we haven’t been working the cases more stringently. We haven’t even questioned the neighbors.”
The three men discussed the case in as much detail as they could, coming up with possible suspects and the motives they might have. They decided it would be best to go house to house in the Michaels’ neighborhood and question the neighbors since the police apparently had little interest in what the neighbors might have to say.
When they arrived at the Michaels residence, Dylan pulled his phone from his pocket and called Kyra. He still hated leaving her alone for too long. Whoever was behind all of this wasn’t afraid to act during the day and that was reason enough to stay alert. He breathed a sigh of relief when she answered.
“Hello?”
“Hey, darling,” Dylan said, unable to keep the smile off his face at the sound of her voice. “I have some good news. Detective James is working with us on the case. We’re going to talk with the neighbors and see if anyone saw anything.”
Kyra leaned back on the couch, taking in the news. “That’s great. Maybe we’ll find out who’s responsible before someone else gets hurt… or worse.”
“I just wanted to let you know what’s going on and make sure you’re okay.”
“I’m fine. Paula should arrive soon so I’ll be fine. Don’t worry about me. I’m a big girl.”
“I know that, honey. I just worry about you, that’s all. I’ll let you know when to expect me. Be safe and keep the house locked up tight.”
“I will. You guys be safe, too.”
“How is she?” Jake asked, walking up as Dylan put his phone away.
“She’s good. A friend of hers from Houston is coming to town today. She’s excited to see her friend, which is good, and she won’t be alone, which is also good, considering everything going on around here.
“Have you asked her out yet?” Jake asked.
“I haven’t, but we’ve... uh... we’ve spent time together.”
“You have, have you?” Jake grinned. “So who made the first move?”
“None of your business.”
Jake laughed, clapping his partner on the shoulder. “It’s cool, man. It’s about time, though. Glad to see you’re finally moving on.”
The three men walked from house to house in the neighborhood, trying to find someone who had seen something the day Liz was attacked. Sadly, they weren’t having any luck. They approached the old house across the street, expecting to hear more ‘I wasn’t home’ or ‘I didn’t see anything’. Detective James knocked on the door and a little old woman answered the door, gripping an old cane in one hand. She looked at them curiously. “May I help you gentlemen?”
“Yes, ma’am, I hope so,” Ty said. “We’re investigating the murder of Mrs. Michaels across the street. May we come in?”
“Sure. Come on in.” She waved her cane towards the living room. “It isn’t often I have such handsome visitors.”
They followed her into her living room. Mrs. Franklin had wondered when someone would come around asking questions. She hadn’t wanted to get involved if she didn’t have to but she wouldn’t mind telling them what she had heard and seen that day. Settling into her chair she looked the men over good before she decided to speak. She had heard the stories going around about some of the police not being trustworthy, but these three young men seemed okay. “I had wondered when someone would come around about Liz. That family didn’t deserve what happened to them.”
All three men looked back and forth amongst each other, as if deciding who should be the one to speak first. Finally, Dylan leaned forward “What do you mean? Were you expecting someone to come by?”
She nodded. “I watch a lot of cop shows and someone always comes around after a murder, asking questions, seeing if anyone saw or heard anything. I had wondered why no one had come by to see me.” She shrugged. “I thought about calling, but then figured maybe the police didn’t need any information. Figured they knew everything they needed to know.”
“Does that mean you know something, Mrs. Franklin?” Ty asked.
“Yes, young man,” she said. “It does.”
“What did you see that day?” Dylan asked.
“I was sitting by the window, like I always do.” She leaned towards the men, dropping her voice low as if she were sharing a secret. “I keep an eye on what happens on this street. Someone has to. You never know who might be lurking around.” She leaned back in her chair again, raising her voice back to a normal level. “Anyway, a cop car pulled into the driveway sometime after that sweet daughter of theirs, Miss Kyra, left. I went for a cup of tea, only to return to my chair to hear loud voices and a woman screaming, and then came the crashing sounds coming from the house.”
Dylan, Jake, and Ty exchanged looks.
“Not too long after, everything went silent,” Mrs. Franklin continued. “Then that old detective you were with the other day,” She nodded towards Ty, “came barreling out of the house, hustling his old bag of bones across the yard like the devil was chasing after him. He had some kind of package under his arm, too. I don’t know what it was, but he was eager to get away, making the tires of that old car screech as he went down the road.” She reached for a cup of tea, shaking her head as she lifted the cup. “It’s a quiet neighborhood… usually. People, especially cops, shouldn’t be speeding like that through here.”
“The detective I was with the other day?” Ty asked, a strangled sound in his voice. “Big guy?”
“Yes, sir! He looked mighty enraged. I’ll never forget the look on his face.” She shook her head, a flash of fear on her face. “He was crazed. Possessed.”
“Do you remember anything else?” Ty asked.
“That’s it. Kyra and Dylan showed up just a few minutes later. That’s why I didn’t call anyone. I thought…well, I thought everything would be okay.”
The men thanked Mrs. Franklin for her help and let theirselves out. As they walked across the street a sense of dread wormed its way through them. The shock of the woman’s story was all they could think about.
Jake broke the silence. “Well… what do we do now?”
“That’s a good question,” Dylan said, looking at Ty. “When a cop is involved, it’s never pretty.”
Ty’s face was tight with tension, his mouth pressed into a grim line. “I guess I need to get a formal statement from Mrs. Franklin, and then have McAllen brought in for questioning. When I know more, I’ll get in touch with you.” Without waiting for a response, he left the two men and headed to his car. He couldn’t believe the man he had been riding with for the last six months had killed someone. The shock was fading away, or maybe it was just being replaced with anger, an anger that would fuel him as he went after one of his brothers on the force. Going after a fellow cop was a career-killing move, and he knew it. Regardless of what happened after this, his law enforcement career in Sizzle would be over.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Detective James entered the precinct and marched straight into the office of Dean Fox, Sizzle’s Chief of Police. He wasn’t sure where to b
egin exactly. Should he mention Dylan and Jake? Considering they used to be cops, dropping their names would only create more problems than they already had to deal with. Deciding against it, he told the Chief about Mrs. Franklin and what she had seen and heard. He sat quietly while the Chief sorted through his options.
“Pick up McAllen and bring him in,” the chief said, not looking happy with the decision. “We can’t have a cop killing people in this town. Let’s see what he has to say before we go any further with this.”
Ty wasn’t looking forward to picking up his partner as a person of interest in a murder investigation. It was part of the job and he knew it had to be done. If McAllen was guilty of murdering Liz Michaels, he deserved to pay for his crime, and the family deserved justice too. At this time of day, Ty was pretty sure of where he could find his partner; throwing back shots of tequila at Skells bar. He’d check there before going by McAllen’s house.
McAllen sat in his usual spot at Skells tossing back shot after shot of tequila, with an order to keep them coming. He looked like day-old road kill and didn’t feel much better. The image of Liz Michaels bleeding all over her kitchen floor was all he could see. He couldn’t believe he had broken his cardinal rule to never kill. He was truly a broken man now, no better than the shady people he was working for.
The only question that crept into his alcohol-coated mind was what the hell had he done? That sliver of good that he had held onto for so long had been ripped from his grasp the instant he drove that knife into Liz. At this point, he knew he had given up. It was only a matter of time before someone came for him. He just didn’t know who it would be, or if he would walk away from it alive or not.
CHAPTER TWENTY
Dylan and Kyra spent the rest of the day back at his place, waiting to hear from Ty. It shouldn’t take long to pick up McAllen and question him, assuming he didn’t run. There was no way of knowing just what a man like that would do when backed into a corner like a caged animal. If McAllen wanted to attempt to control his situation, he could request an attorney, slowing down the questioning process a bit. Even if that happened, Ty would still call with an update when he could. Kyra was eager to learn more, feeling a little relieved that McAllen would be held accountable for her mother’s death.
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