LA Nights.
Chapter One
Standing in the stinking alley with the late afternoon heat blazing uncomfortably down on her head and shoulders, Detective Elizabeth Summers fought to suppress the urge to gag. Files buzzed about, floating over the garbage and the bloodless corpse. She tried, unsuccessfully to hide her distaste as her partner continued to question the storekeeper who had found the body. Swallowing back bile, she forced her gaze away from the odd markings on the girl’s body.
‘Surprise, surprise, he saw nothing, he heard nothing. He knows nothing,’ Riley told her as he closed his note book and joined her.
She noted with grim satisfaction that the forensic guys were already doing their thing. Relieved that the interview was over so she could escape the fly infested alley, Buffy turned her back on the gruesome scene. ‘So is she number four?’
‘It looks that way, though we won’t know for sure until the labs get back to us. But she has the same MO as the others–blood loss and bite wounds.’
‘What about her clothes? Any sign of them?’
‘No, like the others, she was striped bare. We’ll have to hope for a lucky break and see if anyone reports her missing. You never know someone might miss her.’ Riley didn’t sound as if he actually believed that.
Buffy sighed, wondering how old the girl had been. She looked to be about the same age as her sister Dawn and with that thought, she looked at her wrist watch. She was supposed to pick her up from college today. Her partner noticed her glance at her watch.
‘You got to be somewhere?’ he asked, starting up the car.
She didn’t answer straight away. Lately he’d started to ask too many questions about what she did in her free time. Even with her head turned towards the side window, she could feel him looking at her.
He broke the silence. ‘Only, I thought if you’re not busy tonight you might like to join me for dinner–at my place?’
She sighed to herself. It didn’t help knowing that she had no one but herself to blame if he thought he had the right to a claim on her time. Never, never sleep with your partner, Summers. You knew the golden rule, girl, and regardless broke it for a couple of hours of needy sex.
The trouble was that even after sleeping with him for over three months, she was still needy in the sex department. She glanced at him. He looked hopeful. How could she get it through to him that she didn’t want to hold hands and play happy couples, but that hot fast sex was still okay as long as he didn’t get all clingy afterwards?
‘Sorry, I’m meeting Dawn this evening. We’re seeing a show.’ He didn’t bother to hide his disappointment. She felt like she’d kicked the family dog for no good goddamn reason, and so relented. ‘But I could always stop by your place afterwards–that’s if you like?’
His face lightened as they pulled into the station car park. Cutting the engine, Riley twisted in his seat and gave her a boyish smile. Buffy could have groaned. ‘Yeah, that would be great.’
She returned his smile with a tight smile of her own. But as he raised his hand to caress her face, she quickly opened the door and hopped out. He frowned as she checked the forecourt to see if anyone had seen them. Locking the car, he followed her inside.
They were met by their chief, Maggie Welsh. ‘The completed labs are in on that third body. Her name was Sara Ashton, college student aged nineteen. Her room mate reported her missing and her folks drove up from Colorado to identify her.’ She gave them both a hard look. ‘She was their only child,’ she stated gravely. ‘Now, please tell me the body you just went to look at isn’t the same as the others?’
Riley and Buffy exchanged a look. Maggie swore under her breath. ‘Damn! One of you get down to the morgue and wait for the autopsy report, and make sure that idiot Jonathan and his staff know not to talk to the press. Tell him, if he so much as breathes the words serial killer in the direction of the press, I’ll personally remove his liver and serve it up, fried, on a bed of caramelized onions to the Mayor.’
Watching Maggie stride away, Buffy thought that even her back looked tense. With a serial killer on the loose who wouldn’t look tense? Turning to Riley once more, Buffy held out her hand in a silent invitation to play ‘paper, rock, scissor’ to see who pulled the short straw and had to go to the morgue.
Riley gave her his Captain America smile, the one that really annoyed her. ‘Don’t bother, I know you hate going to the morgue. You stay here and fill out the report.’ He just loved playing the gallant, taking care of the little woman.
Only this time it suited her. She hated that creep Jonathan. She beamed back a responding smile. ‘Thanks,’ she said brightly, actually feeling genuinely grateful to him for once.
Undisguised desire flittered across his face as he leaned in close. ‘Save the thanks for tonight,’ he whispered low.
She tensed. Her smile vanished, replaced with a cool mask of indifference. Brushing passed him; Buffy settled herself at her desk and prepared to start on the report. She was aware of him hovering. Maybe he expected a response? Not that she was going to give him one.
Glancing around to make sure no one could overhear him; Riley carefully braced his hands on her desk and lowered his height over her. ‘You know, if I didn’t know how hot you are in bed, I’d think you were a cold woman, Buffy–‘cause sometimes this silent shit is hard to take.’
She was about to reply when he abruptly left. Grimacing, Buffy couldn’t help worrying that she would be better off to let him go quietly. She could always ask Maggie to assign her a new partner, but that would mean she’d have to explain her reasons for wanting the change. Somehow, she didn’t think Maggie would be very understanding if she admitted to sleeping with Riley. The chances were too high that she would transfer her instead, and that would mean she’d be off the biggest case she had ever worked on. Somehow she’d have to handle Riley herself. She couldn’t let this fling interfere with her career.
Taking a sip of cold coffee from the mug on her desk, she started filling out forms.
*~*~*~*~*
Seven hours later, Buffy’s mind was still firmly on the events of the day. Distracted by thoughts of the case and her rendezvous with Riley, she didn’t hear anything her sister said as they walked back to the car.
‘So I’ll come over on Saturday and we’ll spend the weekend together. But it won’t be early because I’m going clubbing with Janice on Friday night.’ Dawn rambled on, fully aware that her sister wasn’t paying her any attention. ‘She found this really cool club where you can buy really ace drugs and have sex in private rooms. It’s rumored they even have a secret members orgy room. Maybe I’ll apply for membership. I’ve never done group sex, but what the hell…life is for living, right?’
‘Hmm?’
She threw her sister a disgusted look. ‘Jeez, I said life is for living and I’ve never done group sex!’
Buffy froze in mid-step. ‘What the hell are you talking about? Group sex! Are you nuts?’
‘Ah-aha, I finally got your attention,’ she crowed. ‘Forget the group sex–what I was really saying was I’ll be over on Saturday afternoon for our weekend.’
Damn! Buffy had forgotten about their weekend together and with one more drained body in the morgue, Maggie had made it clear that everyone would be pulling double shifts until the killer was caught. Buffy didn’t think she could tell that to Dawn. ‘I’m sorry, Dawnie, but there’s something big going on at work at the moment, I’ll have to postpone our weekend.’
Dawn pulled a sour face, but she didn’t look that surprised that her sister was blowing her off. ‘I might have known. What is it this time? Gun runners, child porn ring or do I dare hope that there’s finally a guy in your life? Not that I actually think it could be a guy, coz when was the last guy? Oh, that’s right–high-school.’
‘Oh, you’re funny, ha, ha! But it really is work.’
‘So what is this big something then?’
Buffy sighed. It wasn’t that she didn’t trust Dawn. It was more a desire to wait until all the facts were gathered before she said anything. The reality of it was that Dawn was her little sister and she didn’t want to needlessly frighten her. She smiled weakly and linked her arm through Dawn’s, walking again to the car. ‘Nothing you need to worry yourself about. You just have a nice time on Friday. But don’t go off anywhere on your own, and don’t hook up with any strange weirdy guys, and always carry your pepper spray and stay away from–’
‘Yes, Mom!’
Buffy froze and dropped Dawn’s arm.
Biting her lip, Dawn looked at her sister’s wounded face. ‘Sorry, I don’t know what I was thinking. Damn, I’m sorry Buffy, I shouldn’t have said that.’
‘No, you shouldn’t.’ She glared at her. Sighing, she said, ‘Look, I don’t want to fight, and I know I sound like an old mother hen when I get started, but this city is a frickin’ nut house, full of crazies and freaks–you have to be careful.’ The small indulgent smile on Dawn’s face angered Buffy. ‘I damn well mean it, Dawn–be careful out there.’
Nodding, Dawn took Buffy’s arm again and steered her to the car. Kissing her on the cheek, she said, ‘I will, I promise.’
*~*~*~*~*
By the time she got to Riley’s place she was in no mood for a heart to heart, or the implications of a romantically set dining room. So the sight of the table set for two, complete with flowers and a chilled bottle of wine sitting at the side, made her want to turn tail and run. Forcing herself over the threshold, she picked up the wine bottle and without waiting for Riley, she poured herself a large glass.
He stood in the doorway watching her as she swallowed the contents of her glass in three hefty gulps. She smiled at him over the rim once she’d drained it.
‘Was the show that bad? Or did you have a fight with your sister?’
Still smiling, she glided towards him, hips swaying slightly, delicate hands slowly removing her jacket. Small and dainty with a sultry gleam in her green eyes, Riley couldn’t help but admire her assets as she peeled off one piece of clothing at a time.
By the time she was standing in front of him, she was wearing nothing but her smile.
‘The show was great and no, I didn’t fight with my sister.’ She stood on her tiptoes and kissed him lightly, pressing her breasts against his hard chest. ‘Any more questions?’
He gestured at the table. ‘What about dinner?’
‘Fuck dinner and fuck me instead.’ She loosened his tie and rubbed her naked form against him. He was being difficult and she didn’t like that.
‘But it’s lobster.’
‘I hate lobster. You’re wearing too many clothes.’ She wriggled her hips back and forth trying to tempt him.
He groaned. ‘And you’re not wearing any.’ He placed his hands on her hips to still her restless movements and groaned again.
‘Then let’s compromise. You take something off and I’ll put something on,’ she whispered against the taut skin of his neck. She giggled as she slipped his tie over his head and placed it around her own neck. ‘See, now I’m wearing something.
Giving in, Riley started to remove his shoes but she stopped him with a terse command. ‘No, leave your shoes on–remove your belt instead.’
He held her in a silent gaze for a moment before following her instruction. Slowly, she extended her hand waiting for him to place the belt in her open palm. He grinned when she looped it around her own waist.
‘Now your shirt,’ she husked breathlessly.
He handed it over and wasn’t surprised when she put it on. She stood back to give him a good view. She should have looked silly, only she didn’t, she looked sexy and sultry.
Buffy felt herself become aroused under his scrutiny. Playing with the tie between her breasts, she allowed her hand to slide slowly down the length of printed silk, until she’d run out of fabric. Dropping the end of the tie, she held his gaze and slipped her hand over her moist mound. She moaned, deliberately enticing him. She saw him take a deep breath and hold it, expanding his already admirable chest.
Raising her wet fingers, she held them up for him to see. ‘Now show me yours.’
He obliged and dropped his pants, suppressing a relieved groan when his throbbing cock was set free. An open look of interest lit her eyes. Lust burned a path to her clit. She took two quick steps and wrapped her hand around him, saying, ‘Now this dish is more to my liking.’
He flung his head back as she pumped him. Catching his surprised breath, he asked, ‘Shall we take this to the bedroom?’
His question nearly killed her enthusiasm. Why can’t he just trip me to the floor and screw me like he can’t think straight? Or better still, throw me on the table and scatter all those pretty dishes and take me in the wreckage? Why does it always have to be so…so…polite?
She caressed his cheek with the hand she’d used to pleasure herself, knowing he would pull back as he had an aversion to putting his mouth anywhere near her pussy. ‘Only if you can wait that long,’ she said hoping he would take the hint and do her standing up.
He didn’t. He kicked off his shoes and pants and swung her up into his arms in a grand gesture. Like the hero in a goddamn period drama, he carried her to the bedroom. Lowering her gently to the center of the bed, he started to remove the tie from around her neck.
‘Leave it…I like it,’ she told him.
‘But it’s silly and I want to make love to you properly,’ he said tugging the knot free.
What the hell am I doing here? she asked herself as he wrestled her out of his belt and shirt. Hovering over her, she felt his hard-on nudge her thigh. Oh, yeah, now I remember–big cock!
Readying himself he teased her, dragging the thick head back and forth over her clit. She moaned and arched up towards him. ‘It’s okay…I got what you crave, baby. Gonna give you everything you crave…’
Buffy seriously doubted that, but she wasn’t going to argue the point until she got what she wanted right now.
‘…we’re so good together, baby…so perfect…’
She shut out the sound of his voice and closed her eyes. She let him position her on her back and mount her. If it wasn’t for the big erection thrusting in her, Buffy admitted she wouldn’t be here at all. As he started to build up his speed, she promised herself that once this night was over, she was going to put an end to this dead-end fling.
*~*~*~*~*
TBC…
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