Still Waters [A Kyra Moray Mystery]

by Deanna Lee

  Her hands immediately latched onto his cock, stroking the satiny flesh she found there and wondering why he'd slowed down. He pulled her closer and took her mouth with his. Sucked in by the kiss, Kyra started to tremble. She wrapped her arms around him and held on. When he stood and lowered her to the bed on her back, she groaned with approval. She could barely wait to have him inside her.

  Kyra drew her knees up to cradle Alex, running her hands over his shoulders as he lowered his mouth to one breast. His tongue and lips played there gently until her nipple ached. It had been a long time since she'd known a man so intense. She shivered as his cock brushed against her thigh. The sight of him moving between her legs, his dark skin so different than hers, was probably the most visually arousing thing she'd ever seen.

  "You're teasing me."

  He raised his head and shook it. “I don't tease."

  She touched his face and rubbed her thumb over his lips. “Is this the part where I tell you what I need?"

  "Not yet.” He sucked her thumb into his mouth and bit gently before releasing it.

  Carefully, he spread her legs and lowered his mouth to the smooth plane of her stomach. He kissed her there, softly. She moved under his hands, shaking with want and something else. The intimacy he was creating wasn't what she had expected. It made her think about what she'd thought they would have. Had she really wanted him to fuck her blind and roll away to dress? She couldn't imagine that now as his mouth trailed across her hipbone.

  "Alex.” His name was breathy on her lips as he lowered his mouth to the warm, fragrant flesh of her sex.

  His tongue brushed against her clit as he spread her labia with gentle fingers, and she rushed wet against his mouth. Her hands moved over hard-tipped breasts, and she fought to stay still.

  "Now,” she demanded.

  He lifted his head and looked met her gaze. “Tell me."

  Her eyes glittered with arousal. She ran her hands over her thighs and spread her legs deeply for him. “Put your cock in me."

  He leaned in and kissed her lips gently, giving her a taste of her own arousal, before he began to press into her. She groaned delicately and lifted her hips. Penetrating her in one slow thrust, Alex pressed another tender kiss on her mouth. “Tell me when it's too much."

  "No such thing,” Kyra whispered as she slipped her hands over his shoulders and cupped the back of his head. “More."

  He sucked in a breath between clenched teeth. “It's been a while since I've been with a woman who could take all of me."

  "I'll take you,” she promised. “Give it to me."

  Alex groaned as she wrapped her legs around his hips. The silky pull of her flesh was amazing and more than he'd thought possible. He pushed deeper, then stilled as her hands moved over his back and her mouth moved under his. Slowly, he pulled from the wet heat of her body and then thrust deep. Her body clenched under his, and she shuddered.

  "Good?” he breathed against her lips.

  "Oh, yes.” Kyra ran her hand along his jaw. “Is this what you came here looking for?"

  "Hot and wet.” He nibbled at her lip gently. “A man couldn't ask for more."

  She closed her eyes as he thrust lazily into her again; orgasm was just beyond her reach. “I need more."

  "Tell me."

  "Faster, harder.” She wrapped her hands around two bars in the headboard of the iron bed and gripped them tightly. “Fuck me."

  Alex slipped his hands under her ass, quickening the thrust of his cock. She responded immediately with a litany of praise. Her softly spoken words, broken moans, and white-knuckled grip on the bed railings quickly pushed him past civilized. The bed creaked under the weight and movement of their bodies. She met each thrust with a lift of her hips, tightening her legs around him.

  Slowly, he eased out of her. “Get on your knees, Kyra."

  She took a deep breath. Rolling to her knees, she moved toward the front of the bed and wrapped her hands around the top part of the headboard. Kyra closed her eyes as his hands moved over her hips. He tilted her hips forward slightly and thrust back into her. Full, she sucked in a deep breath as he pushed deep and hard into her, his balls slapping repeatedly against her labia and throbbing clit.

  Invaded, Kyra rocked back against him and shivered as he continued to thrust into her lazily. It was so hot and arousing, it almost hurt. Tightening her grip on the headboard, she pushed back against him and stiffened when he slipped his hand around and slid two fingers down to play with her clit. The circular movement on her clit soon matched the easy stroke of his cock.

  Orgasm rushed forward, and she surrendered to the first wave with a small whimper. Her eyes dampened and she went still for just a few seconds. The sweet rush seemed to slip away, and she began to move for him again. Rotating her hips in a small circle, Kyra started to draw soft, gasping moans from him. He slowed down and lowered his head to her shoulder.

  "Lady, you feel amazing."

  She laughed, her voice full of sex and pleasure. “Don't stop."

  "I won't."

  A shiver ran down her back as she pressed further back. “Harder."

  "That's right, tell me what you want.” Alex grabbed hold of the headboard, wrapping his fingers around the iron bar beside hers. “Tell me."

  "Fuck me harder.” She moved against him, and a choking sob broke from her lips as he started to thrust harder into her.

  Keeping one hand on the headboard, he let one hand travel up her back and into her hair as he pushed into her body. Fisting his hand in her hair, he pulled her head back. “You like this?"

  "Oh, yes.” Kyra took in a deep breath as he kissed her neck and released her hair.

  Alex picked the vibrator up off the bed, and with careful fingers tucked the small metal cylinder between her labia. Pressing it there, he spoke in a rough voice. “Turn it on."

  Kyra grasped for the remote and flipped it on. “Fuck."

  "All the way on."

  Closing her eyes, she flipped the control to its highest setting and dropped it on the bed. She put her hand back on the headboard and let her head fall forward as he started to thrust into her again. The hum of the vibrator on her clit and the thick thrust of his cock in her cunt were making her delirious.

  "Alex,” Kyra moaned as she closed her eyes.

  "Give in,” he demanded, thrusting into her hard.

  "Yes. Yes.” She pushed back against his cock, aching with desperate need. “God, Alex."

  "That's it, baby. Let it take you."

  "It's too much.” She sobbed and stiffened as another orgasm rushed over her. She screamed with it, jerking against him.

  Alex held her tight as she shook, and let the vibrator drop down on the bed as he quickened inside her. Her pussy tightened and pulsed with her orgasm, and just seconds passed before he lost it. He pumped deep into her as he came, his hands once more on the headboard next to hers.

  Kissing her shoulder, he ran his hands down her sides and then up to remove her hands from the bar. She rested against him and gasped softly as he pulled from her. Kyra sighed and closed her eyes as she sat back on her knees. She'd never been so truly fucked in her life. Her body humming with orgasm, she stretched out on the bed and watched him go into the bathroom.

  * * * *

  Alex looked back at the bed where Kyra still sprawled. She was sexy and so very strong. In many ways, she was nothing like the women he normally involved himself with. He'd always liked the women in his life to be bold and adventurous. But Kyra was a whole different sort of woman. She was strong in ways that most women weren't; yet it didn't make her any less female.

  He turned on the water to wash his hands and glanced up in the mirror as soft fingers moved up his back. “I'm not finished with you."

  She moved to his side and wet her bottom lip with the tip of her tongue as she moved her finger over one of his nipples. The flesh immediately hardened under her attention. “We aren't finished with each other. Shower?"

  "Yeah."

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sp; "I'll get some towels."

  He watched her stroll naked from the bathroom, shaken once again by the way he was attracted to her. Just looking at her made him start to get hard. There were women in his past who'd turned him on, but never so fast and so hard. He closed his eyes and lowered his head as he thought about her lying beneath him on the bed. She'd opened up for him like they'd been lovers for years. She came back in and dropped some towels on the counter next to the shower. Her body was curvy and lush, but it was obvious she spent some time in a gym. Being a cop, he supposed, had its requirements.

  "I've never been involved with a cop before."

  She offered him a grin over her shoulder as she stepped into the stall and turned on the water. “Relax. I don't bring out the restraints until, like, week four or five."

  He found the thought of being restrained by her stimulating. Shaking his head, he slipped into the stall with her and pulled her close. Leaning into him briefly, she shook back her hair and met his gaze.

  "We moved a little faster than I'm used to.” He ran his thumb along her lip. “Faster than I intended. If you want to back off a little, I'll deal with it."

  Kyra chuckled. “I was a fairly active player, Alex. I'm a big girl. If I hadn't wanted you in my bed, I wouldn't have answered the door.” She turned in to the water and sighed when he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her to him. “I wanted you in the office."

  "You really have no idea how difficult that was.” He kissed her neck softly, brushing damp black curls out of his way. “I have way too many rules in my life."

  She laughed and reached for the cleansing gel. “I can work around them."

  He took the tube from her and spilled gel into the palm of his hand. Kyra leaned back against him as he tossed the tube back onto the built-in shelf and rubbed his hands together. Alex cupped her breasts, spreading the scented soap over her skin. Arching in his arms, Kyra sucked in a breath and looked down. Alex pinched her nipples, and she shuddered. He was the first black man she'd ever been involved with sexually, and the sight of his dark hands on her breasts was enough to make her desperate for more of him.

  Chapter Four

  Traffic in New Orleans was a complete bitch, but the hustle and bustle of Thursday morning made Kyra smile. Her comm-u buzzed and engaged automatically. The tiny earpiece she'd slipped into her ear that morning reported the incoming caller's name just before it connected.

  "Good morning, Nana.” Kyra grinned at the huge sigh she heard in response. She only called her “Nana” in private, but it was enough.

  Sharon Moray was the centerpiece of an old-school social circle in New Orleans that thrived on gossip and prizewinning roses. She sniffed delicately. “I hate it when you call me that."

  Kyra laughed; she knew that wasn't true. She'd had Sharon wrapped around her finger since the day she was been born. “So, what's on your agenda today?"

  "Oh, I have a meeting with the Garden Club this morning, and then I thought we could have lunch in the quarter."

  "Well, I have plans for lunch."

  "Business or personal?"

  "Personal."

  "Man or woman?"

  "Man."

  "Fuckable?"

  Kyra laughed. Only Nana could get away with saying the word “fuckable” at seventy-two years old. “Yes, as a matter of fact, he is."

  "Good luck in your conquest, dear. I'll take Della to lunch instead."

  Kyra was still shaking her head when she pulled into a parking spot and swung out of her vehicle. Bodies moved in and out of the District 4 police station with enough regularity that it looked like business as usual. Once in the fine, historical building, she settled down in her office and brooded a little.

  She enjoyed waking up with Alex Waters entirely too much. She'd had relationships that got hot and heavy faster than they should have, in the past. Kyra was honest enough with herself to admit that she loved sex, and sex with a man like Alexander Waters was just pure pleasure. Grinning, she let herself drift to a memory from this morning.

  The picture of Alex kneeling between her legs, his big, thick cock in hand, came to mind quickly. He was so sexy. She stood and walked to her one window. Sitting down on the bay, she looked out into the traffic and tried to push her new lover out of her mind. It was difficult, as her body was already heated with the thought of him and his amazing cock.

  The door to her office swung open, and she turned to look at Phil. Her gaze narrowed as she took in his disheveled appearance. “Late night?"

  "Early morning,” he muttered as he sat down at his own desk. “What's on the agenda today?"

  "The conversation with William LaRoux."

  "I'll set up a meet."

  "Outside the station; I want him to be more at ease this time around.” Kyra stood, disgruntled that the arrival of her partner had gotten rid of every ounce of sexual desire she'd had swirling around in her body. It wasn't that Phil was unattractive. He had a nice face that he kept clean-shaven, his sandy brown hair was styled fashionably, and he kept fit. He just wasn't Alex. “I'm going to go give Parker a visit."

  "He said he should be done some time this morning.” Phil turned toward his desk-station.

  * * * *

  Kyra walked into Jeffrey Parker's office with a box of frosted blueberry pastries. Since she was there to pressure him, she thought it was better to come with a gift.

  Jeffrey looked up and sighed as she closed the door. “It's some freaky shit, Kyra."

  She set the box down on the desk and grinned when he snatched it up and shoved it into a drawer. “How freaky?"

  "Freaky enough that my wife and daughter aren't going alone anywhere until you catch this guy.” He leaned back in his chair and shook his head. “I kept coming back to how clean the body was ... so I did some testing. He wiped her down with cleansing wipes—the kind for babies—before he left her. It took time. He must have had at least thirty minutes with her. Whatever he did, he had to have a place to do it."

  "So, he strips her, wipes her down like a newborn, and takes skin."

  "That's not all. Her toxicology screen results show a high dosage of belladonna."

  "Fuck.” Kyra glared at him briefly, then crossed her arms over her chest.

  "Yeah, it fits with the vial of bones.” He shrugged. “There's more."

  "Somehow I knew there would be."

  "The belladonna didn't kill her; it didn't have time.” Jeffrey stood and walked away from her. “She drowned."

  "Excuse me?"

  He looked back at her, already anticipating her ire. “Her lungs were full of water, and it didn't come from a tap."

  "So, he uses the belladonna to subdue her?"

  "Yeah. Her blood-alcohol level was low, but there was enough alcohol in her stomach that I'd say he gave her the poison in a drink."

  "Wait, this girl was at work. She was going about her business just fine. Anyone that had seen her would have known if she'd been drinking.” Kyra stood and walked away. “This is just a big fucking mess."

  "Just walk through it; you'll get the picture,” Jeffrey murmured.

  Kyra shook back her hair and pictured Donna's body. “Okay, she goes on break. She makes a pass by her locker to grab her cigarettes. They're unopened. She doesn't even smoke. She just uses it as an excuse to get out of the noise and crowd. Out in the alley...” She paused. “Fuck, she knew him."

  "Yeah, she did."

  "He offers her a drink.” Kyra sat down and closed her eyes. “She's worked all night and needs a little bit more of a break. She isn't going to drink much; no one will notice if she comes back with a little buzz."

  "It was a good whiskey; it would have gone down smooth and easy. Belladonna has a bitter taste, but the alcohol would have obliterated most, if not all, of that."

  Kyra nodded. “Crap, Jeffrey, this seriously sucks."

  "Yeah."

  "How did he get the water in her lungs?"

  "She has some scrape marks at the back of her throat. I'd spe
culate that he shoved a small piece of tubing down her windpipe and likely used a funnel to pour about a half-gallon of water into her lungs."

  "Water from the bayou."

  "It's a guess, at this point. I can tell you it wasn't treated water or saltwater."

  "Overkill,” she murmured.

  "Indeed. The belladonna would have done the job."

  "He cut her after she was dead."

  "Yes."

  "Anything else?"

  "Her armpits, pubic area, and legs were freshly shaven. I don't know if it was her doing or his."

  That shot the freak meter about six inches higher. Grimly, she considered the crime scene; the picture was still fresh in her head. “The tarp?"

  "Cut from something larger. My guess is he put it down so she wouldn't get dirty."

  Kyra shouldered her bag and looked at him. “Report?"

  "Already been transmitted.” He met her gaze. “Say, your partner came down here last night."

  "Yeah, I sent him."

  He shook his head. “He got a little green. I was still working on her when he arrived."

  "Murder is new to him,” Kyra responded. “His last detail was in narcotics.” She squared her shoulders. “He'll toughen up."

  "Maybe.” He shrugged. “If I get another body, we'll need to call in for extra help. I have someone in mind."

  * * * *

  Kyra walked back and forth across the alley several times and then stopped where she knew Donna's body had been. The pavement still had a faint outline of her body from the laser they'd used to mark it off. The back door to Valteau's opened, and two waitresses bustled out, each with a cigarette already in hand.

  "Good afternoon, ladies.” Kyra inclined her head. “What's the special?"

  "Noel's got a fresh catch of crawfish on the boil."

  Kyra nodded and turned away. There was something about this alley that didn't quite add up. Something had changed since she'd been in it last. She looked back to the women. “There were two recyclers removed. Only one was replaced."

  "Yeah.” The blonde nodded and motioned across the alley. “The guy who bought that salon brought in a special container because he was renovating. They finished yesterday afternoon."