Naked Lies
Page 23
It’s still not enough.
I rip my tee-shirt off, undo my bra, and grab at his top as I lie fully onto him, skin on skin. I sigh. He pulls at my jeans, undoes his buckle, and we both discard our clothing in a heap. I straddle him naked, slot onto him. I manoeuvre slowly, not trying to set our worlds alight, only to enjoy being as one.
His hips move under me, a gentle support to my rocking. I collapse onto his chest again, his hairs tickling my breasts. His hands roam over my back, up and down, clutching at my butt cheeks and then around and back up my sides. I shiver as his fingers trail over the tender section under my arms. His palms meet mine, and we grasp each other. I use the tension to support my faster rhythm, levering my hips from the strength in his arms.
We grind into each other, caught in the moment. My skin prickles with sweat. He lets go of my hands and pulls my hips in an urgent tempo, pushing me down and deep, making me cry out as my head tips back, exposing my neck. He pushes one hand between my breasts, forcing me to lean further and my tilted hips forward. He hits my spot, and I tense, unable to control my movement, not wanting to. Nature has a way of healing again. I crumple and gasp as jets of his love provide the final part of my pleasure puzzle.
Sweat trickles under my breasts, and I start to recapture my breath. Opening my eyes, I shriek.
‘Shit, Paula! What’s she doing there?’
I grab my trousers and hold them in front of my groin, the legs dangle loose. I run to the window and the loose legs flap and then away again, back towards the steps.
‘What’s going on?’ Adam asks, still dazed.
‘Paula is here, she saw us.’
He laughs. ‘Amidst all this, we got caught making out by your best friend. Un-bloody-believable.’
I trip, trying to put my jeans on. Throw my top over my head and shove my bra at Adam. ‘Get some clothes on.’ I hiss as I belt down the stairs to the door.
‘Paula, how did you get in?’ I ask.
‘Oh, the gate was smashed open wasn’t it, so I drove up.’ Her voice is monotone.
‘You OK?’ I walk ahead of her, leaving her to close the door and follow me upstairs.
She doesn’t answer until we’re on the sofa, ‘Hi Adam, sorry to interrupt.’
‘That’s OK. What’s going on? Are there further developments?’ he asks.
‘Yes, Mo left me in charge of the case whilst he’s tying down Hana’s testimony. I was going through the case file and I found something.’
Her chest moves fast to keep pace with her breathing. The skin on her face is pale, blue rims circle below her red eyes. Adam and I look at each other, waiting for her to elaborate.
‘What did you find, Paula?’ I ask after what must be at least ten seconds, certainly enough time for her to spit it out. Her eyes hit the floor, she studies her shoes as her lip wobbles. This isn’t good. ‘What?’
‘I was looking at the rest of the evidence from Nuala and Jonathan’s place. With my eruption Jonathan didn’t show us the last piece of evidence. There’s one screen which he didn’t explain to us. Do you remember, the one on its own, on the right?’
I nod. The small one to the side of his desk. ‘What was on it?’
‘It showed the guests at these voyeuristic parties.’
‘OK…’ I sneak a glance at Adam. Please do not let him have been at these and have had him involved in this whole affair after all. I hold my breath.
Adam is like a statue next to me.
Paula takes a sharp gasp. ‘Steve was on the list to be invited when a new party was arranged. He got the coded texts Lucy. He was one of those watching the young girls get abused for sex kicks. He’s been covering up.’
‘So, he’s well entangled?’ Adam mumbles.
‘Yes, he’s been concealing evidence along the way. That's why nothing quite fits together properly.’
‘Where is he?’ I ask.
‘He’s done a runner. I sent uniform round to his house. It's empty. He's gone, Lucy. I think he was just using me so I wouldn’t look into the case properly.’ She crumples into my half naked chest. I pull her to me and she weeps, all her hopes shattered with the cracking of this case.
‘But hang on, weren't these guests loaded? How can Steve afford all of this on his wages?’ Adam asks, unaware of the emotions at play.
‘Mo put it to Hana. She crumbled when she heard Steve wasn’t around to cover her back. She had him on standby indefinitely by providing some nice little freebies.'
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