My breath was ragged and my heart was racing as I felt him shift on the bed right before his fingers pulled free. His hands moved swiftly to cup my ass and I nearly came off the bed when his tongue replaced his fingers in exploring my throbbing clit. He licked and pulled, sucking gently and then with increasing pressure until I was writhing and moaning beneath him. I was out of my mind with pleasure when his tempo increased. His tongue twirled faster and I could feel the wave building inside me. The orgasm was soon filling every thought and nerve ending in my body. I dug my hands in his hair while he continued his relentless pursuit in making me come. I needed this release tonight more than ever.
He was rewarded in his efforts moments later. "Oh my god. Declan." I whimpered just before I fell over the cliff into abandon. The climax was intense, with wave after wave of pleasure crashing across my body, leaving me tingling and shaky. I heard him get off the bed and watched as he stripped his clothes off before rejoining me. Kissing him, with my own juices on his lips, was as intimately hot as anything we had shared to this moment. I moaned against his lips before he leaned back and lifted the t-shirt up and off my head before resuming our kiss. He pulled me close, the softness of my breasts pushing desperately into the hard planes of his chest and the kiss intensified to breathlessness in moments.
I was feeling beyond euphoric and knew I wanted Declan to have the same pleasure explosion tonight. I leaned back, pulling my mouth from his before I rolled him onto his back. I was draped across him for a moment and our eyes locked. I slowly slid down his body, depositing a blazing trail of kisses across his taut stomach until my chin bumped into his throbbing cock. It looked larger than usual, fully erect against his stomach, and begging to be tasted. I felt him tense and swallow a groan. His entire body was tense and radiating a sexual energy that almost sparked in the room. I had him more than ready for the next step of my plan.
I couldn't help but to giggle as I felt his body go more rigid with anticipation. I knew he was on the very edge of holding on before his release. Ooh, this was going to be fun! "Oops. I think I bumped something. I sure hope I didn't hurt it." I teased in my sexiest drawl, hearing him suck in his breath. I looked at him from where I lay between his legs and was pleased to see his eyes were closed and his breathing was labored. "Maybe I should kiss it and make it feel better." I teased again before placing my lips at the tip of cock and gently kissing it.
I felt Declan's whole body arch, his fingers digging into the sheets while a deep groan I looked back up just as his eyes rolled back in pure joy. His mouth was slightly open and his breath was more labored as he tried to maintain some form of control.
The look on his face made me smile again before I took the tip further into my mouth and heard his intake of breath. Running my tongue down the shaft I began a slow massage of his magnificent cock with my mouth and hands. It was Declan's turn to go a bit mad with pleasure. He bucked his hips slightly and I could tell he was reaching the top of the mountain but before he could go over the top I pulled my mouth free and straddled his hips. His eyes popped open in surprise at the sudden ceasing of oral pleasure but darkened with deeper desire when he saw exactly what I was about to do. Without a word, our eyes still locked on one another, I reached over and retrieved a condom from my bedside drawer. Declan watched as I slowly rolled it down his engorged and throbbing cock.
He placed his hands on either side of my hips. His voice was tense with lust when he groaned "Oh damn Reagan. You are so fucking hot. And so damn amazing. Oh man, yes baby. That feels so good." He moaned again as I slid my body down onto him, slowly taking every bit of his manhood into my slick pussy. He gripped my hips with more pressure, guiding me up and down the shaft in a quickening rhythm. My breasts were bouncing freely above his face and he lifted his head up, taking a nipple in his mouth, as we continued to move together. I was panting by now and squealed in ecstasy as he pulled on the sensitive nipple.
He pounded into me, burying his cock to the base, over and over until I thought I might lose my mind. He felt so amazing inside me and I was so lost in the moment his release nearly took me off the bed. He held my hips still and drove himself as deep as he could one last time, his head lolling back and a low moan coming from his throat as I felt him fully let go. I was only a moment behind him, our climaxes crashing together like an ocean wave against the rocks. Our bodies remained locked together in the most intense dance of passion until our release was complete. Declan lay spent against the pillow, a wave of pleasure rolling across his face. He looked as satisfied in that moment as I imagined I had ever seen him look. I smiled, my heart swelling with deepening love.
I gently slid off of him and lay down beside him on the pillow. He pulled me close to his side for a few minutes, neither of us having the need or the ability to speak. He slipped out of bed to dispose of the condom and then returned to pull me against his side again.
"That was incredible." His voice was soft, as if the energy to form words was still beyond his current state. "I have never known sex to be like this Reagan. You are unbelievable." He kissed the top of my head.
"As are you my love." I mumbled already drifting off to sleep, a smile on my face. Declan held me closer and was not far behind in letting sleep claim him too.
Someone is ringing a doorbell in my dream and they really need to be be quiet. I am so tired I just want to sleep. Go away annoying stranger. Wait. That wasn't in your dream stupid. Someone is at the house, ringing the doorbell at 6:30am in the morning, I confirmed glancing at the bedside clock. What kind of horrible person would do such a thing?
Declan was still asleep, recovering from the night before. Even young studs needed some down time after a night of great sex. I smiled looking at his wonderfully naked form in my bed. He looked so sexy right now, the sheet lay barely at his waist and almost revealing everything. I forgot all about the doorbell for a moment.
His right arm was flung back over his head and his hair was tousled just the way I liked. My body had better plans than answering the door when I heard a more intense knocking coming from downstairs. Whoever was there really wanted to make their presence known. I sighed and looked at Declan one more time. He hadn't awoken from the doorbell or the knock so I slipped out of bed as quietly as I could, hoping to come back after getting rid of whoever was the door and be able awaken him more creatively.
Reluctantly, I pulled on my robe and went downstairs. I reached the door and stopped, looking through the peephole to see who the insistent visitor was and feeling my breath catch and my heart stop when I saw who was standing there. My fingers dug into the door and I contemplated not opening it for a moment but I knew that wasn't an option.
I looked out again to confirm my fears. Detectives Davis and Perretti waited impatiently on the porch, accompanied by two uniformed officers. Oh no. What the hell were they doing at my house? My body filled with dread. A visit this early was always bad news.
After I plastered a smile on my face, I opened the door hoping to appear calm and casual. "Detectives. What brings you by so early?" I looked from one to the other anxiously.
Neither smiled back. My stomach dropped but I remained as calm as possible. Hysterics would not help my situation.
"May we come in, Mrs. McCallister?" Davis asked. Always the gentleman, his request was polite but still sounded more like an order. Something was terribly wrong.
I pulled my robe tighter around me while continuing to block their entrance. The attorney in me knew I didn't need to let them in. At least not yet. "Its a little early for an interview, don't you think Detective Davis?"
Perretti sneered before pushing past Davis and forcing me to back up as she slammed her way into my house. "We aren't here for an interview." She waved a paper in my face. "We have a warrant for your arrest, Mrs. McCallister. For the murder of your husband." She looked like she was going to break into a huge grin at any moment. I bet she had insisted to Davis she be the one to tell me that wonderful news.
Though I had worried th
is exact moment might eventually happen, I was too stunned to speak at first and unconsciously stepped back allowing them all to come in.
"We also have a warrant to search your house and your car. But first, you will need to get dressed so we can take you to the station for booking." She added looking me up and down. The disgusted look on her face made me feel like I was standing in front of her naked.
To make matters worse, at that precise moment Declan appeared at the top of the stairs, pulling his t-shirt over his head. The detectives glanced up at his approach and it was clear to everyone watching, he had just woken up from in my bed. I cringed as a smirk spread across Perretti's face again. She knew we'd been caught and she couldn't wait to nail my ass to the wall.
"Hello Mr. O'Shea. We didn't expect to see you here so early this morning." That was a lie. I could tell this was exactly what they expected to find.
Declan ignored the statement, his face scowling with confusion and annoyance. "Detectives. What the hell is going on? What are you doing here?" He started down the stairs but Perretti stopped his complete decent, walking over and blocking him at the bottom.
"That's far enough, Mr. O'Shea. We are here to arrest your 'friend' for the murder of her husband and we need you to stand aside." The way she said friend made me cringe again.
Declan let out a cynical laugh, "You have got to be kidding me. There has to be some mistake. Reagan did not kill her husband." He had his hands on his hips and his eyes darted about the room, finally stopping on mine. In spite of his forced bravado, he looked as scared as I felt right then.
Perretti was not interested in discussing the matter any further. "We don't joke about murder, Mr. O'Shay, and the evidence we have say differently. Please step aside. Mrs. McCallister needs to get dressed so we can take her down for booking and we have wasted enough time this morning. I would suggest if you really are her friend, you'll call a good attorney for her as soon as you can. She's going to need one."
Perretti finished motioning him to step aside while gesturing for me to follow her as she escorted me upstairs followed by the female officer.
As I passed Declan I said "Call Astrid Frost. She'll know what to do."
He nodded. "I'll see you soon." He winked but I saw the fear in his eyes. Things had taken a turn for the worse and we had no idea what was going to happen next.
I smiled weakly and headed to my room.
After I got dressed Perretti read me my rights while placing me in handcuffs. The cold metal felt like ice blades against my wrists and I was ashamed and out of my mind with fear as she led me downstairs. I had been to the jail a number of times over my career but never as the suspect. I was not looking forward to what was in store for me.
Perretti and Davis escorted me to their car outside. We drove to the jail in near silence. I wanted so badly to ask what had brought them to my door today but I kept my mouth shut. As an attorney I knew I needed to remain silent. Only Perretti felt the need to speak at one point.
"Glad to see your 'friend' was there so early making sure you were okay, Mrs. McCallister. He sure seems like a nice young man." Her emphasis on the word young brought my furious eyes to meet hers in the rear-view mirror. Her subtle dig had hit its mark, hard. She just smirked back at me and shook her head. Fuck you lady, I thought silently seething the rest of the ride.
Once we arrived and they brought me inside the station, we went straight to booking. They took my fingerprints, my mugshot, and then took me to a room where I was instructed to change into the jailhouse orange jumpsuit. Slipping my feet into the jail issued shoes made the reality of my situation come crashing down around me. Luckily Astrid Frost had arrived in the time it took to process me and I was next led to a room where we could talk privately.
I had never been on this side of the jail glass before and it felt as awful as I had always imagined. The few clients I had to bail out over the years were usually just released without incident shortly after they were arrested. I hoped my own attorney would be as efficient in getting me released. I was relieved when I saw her face appear on the other side of the glass that separated us.
I offered a weak smile as I sat down across the glass wall from her. We picked up the olive green handsets.
"Reagan, I have to say, orange is definitely not your color." She cracked a brief smile. It was Astrid's style to be a smart-ass at a time like this.
"Thanks Astrid. I appreciate that."
Her smile was a bit more genuine this time and her eyes looked softer for a moment. "Hey, Reagan, I'm sorry. I know this is turning into a damn living nightmare. I just wanted to make you smile a bit before I deliver the shit news I have for you."
I nodded. "I know Astrid. And I do appreciate it. But let's get this over with. What did you find out?" I steeled myself for what she had to say.
She glanced at her notes, her face hard and emotionless again. "They have arrested you on second degree murder. They believe you did not plan to kill Thad but with your history with him – the pending divorce, his infidelities, and such – they believe you went to the park primed to do it all the same." She stared at me while her words sunk in.
I dropped my head in my hands, shaking my head, and feeling so utterly hopeless for a moment. "Oh my god. This is bad Astrid."
She nodded. No smart ass comments this time. "Yeah, things have sorta gone to hell at lightning speed."
I looked at her, my eyes wide with fear and confusion. "But why did they arrest me now?" I had been trying to figure that out since the detectives arrived at my front door this morning. "What had happened to change things so fast?"
She gave me a wry smile. "That Detective Perretti was only happy to share some of the reasons with me. Man that lady is a bitch on wheels, maybe even worse than me, and she does not like you." She looked at me over the top of her glasses.
I groaned, rubbing my pounding temples. "I gathered as much from our interactions so far. But what changed in the case to make them have enough evidence for an arrest warrant?"
"I'll get to that in a minute. First I need to ask you some questions. Is there anything you haven't told me yet? Anything about Thad or anything else?" She pursed her lips as she waited. She was giving me a chance to come clean, if I needed to, but I just stared back at her.
I swallowed hard and looked at her through the glass. I knew client-attorney privilege was on my side and whatever I told Astrid would be kept between us but I couldn't take the chance after all these years. Even now when my life depended on it. "No. Nothing." And in an instant, I knew I had made the wrong decision.
She narrowed her eyes even more, lacing her fingers together she leaned toward the glass separating us. "Okay let me refresh your memory a bit. Perretti claims they have the weapon that killed Thad. She also claims to have a solid witness that puts you arguing with Thad in the law office only a few days ago. I guess there were a few witnesses to your fight, in fact. Did you really say he would wish he was dead when you got done with him?" Her mouth was set in a grim line.
I dropped my head in my hands again. I had threatened Thad, like an idiot, exactly how the witnesses reported. I was so angry that day I couldn't stop my mouth. And at the time, I meant every word of that threat.
I nodded without meeting her eyes.
Astrid sat back, expelling a long exasperated breath. "Well shit, Reagan that was certainly a dumb-ass thing to do. What the hell were you thinking?" She held her hand up, shaking her head, before I could answer. "Wait, don't bother answering because I know the answer. You weren't thinking if you let this happen. What the hell did King Dickhead do to piss you off so bad you would risk something like this happening?" She tapped her pen while she waited for my answer.
I looked up and into her eyes again as my thoughts drifted back to that day with Thad. The images of our last meeting together spilled through my mind like a bad movie version of my life. I needed to help Astrid understand what had happened that day. In a dead voice I began relating the story to her.
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bsp; "On Thursday, I went to the law firm to take care of an issue I couldn't handle over email and to pick up my mail. I was in my office when Thad called me and asked me to come to his office so we could talk before I left. I was reluctant to be alone with him but for some reason I went anyway."
Astrid stopped her note taking to look at me, questions filling her brown eyes. I didn't bother to answer them yet.
"I walked down to his office and took a seat in one of the chairs facing his desk. Moments passed while I waited for him to speak. He just kept leaning arrogantly back in his chair and looking at me like I owed him something."
As I spoke, images of last time I would see Thad alive filled my mind and I felt like I was in that office again.
My annoyance was growing and I crossed my arms and glared at him when the silence dragged on. "I have places to be Thad so what is it we need to discuss?"
He continued to stare at me making me more and more uncomfortable. His gaze made me feel dirty, somehow, and I was getting more and more uncomfortable. Finally, I had had enough. "I don't have time for this. I'm leaving." I said as I started to get up but he stopped me with a gesture of his hand. I paused before sitting back down. Even now I had no idea why I didn't just leave.
He sneered at me before he finally spoke. "Why the rush, Reagan? Going to meet lover boy, perhaps?" I bristled at his reference to Declan and he smirked at the reaction. Thad had always been very good at getting beneath my skin.
Keeping my voice calm I simply stated "That is none of your business."
His eyes glowed with anger or jealousy, I wasn't sure which and didn't really care. "Oh, but it is my dear, because as long as you still live in my house and carry my last name, I have a right to know who you are screwing in my bed." His crude language was a surprise. Thad was always in control of his emotions, a trait that had infuriated me over the years, and rarely spoke in anger.
By this point I was livid and started to retort with one of the litany of obscenities coursing through my mind but something made me stop. The set of his face, the glossiness of his eyes, and the way his body looked tensed for a fight gave me pause. I knew antagonizing him would just escalate an already bad situation.
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