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Kever reached down and freed the button on his slacks. Her gaze followed his fingers and he gripped the zipper tab and lowered it. Goose bumps littered her skin in anticipation as the metal came apart inch by inch to reveal dark underwear. He hooked his thumb into the waistband of his pants and boxers easing them over lean hips. His cock bounced free as he let the pants and underwear puddle at his feet. He stepped out of them, kicking them to the side. She swallowed.

Holding the sides of the appliance, she scooted to the edge and leaned forward to wrap her lips around the tiny nub on his chest.  She traced her index finger around the other small nubbin. He grabbed her by the hips, his blunt fingertips digging into the small of her back. Moira placed open mouth kisses along his skin to replace her fingers while trailing her digits down past the smattering of hair that covered his groin. She enclosed his shaft with her fist. Swiping her thumb over his cockhead, she smeared the drops of pre-come and slowly worked her hand back and forth. Guttural sounds erupted above her.

Moira moved her hand faster, enjoying the silky feel of his skin in her palm. Kever fell forward and the slap of his hands against the metal echoed in the tiny space. His chest rubbed her cheek when she turned her head.  She flexed her hand and increased her speed. His raspy moans reverberated against her ear.  She changed her rhythm with a swivel of her wrist. He closed his hand around hers and slid her hand off his rod. With a deep sigh he straightened and pulled her with him. Her butt cheeks burned and her panties bunched in the crack of her ass as he dragged her over the appliance’s surface. Lifting her up over the lip he placed her on her feet.

She was swirled around to face the machine and he crowded her closer to it with his body. His shaft thumped against her butt and he placed his palms on her back, urging her forward. Moira bent across the washer and glanced over her shoulder, surprised by the intense expression on his face. His nostrils flared and his eyes were narrow slits. He dragged his hands down her back. Her breasts bulged against the metal. The tips of her nipples ached, the slight bite of pain kept the cream flowing over the folds of her pussy.

“I won’t come in your hand, Moira.” His voice was a deeper baritone than usual.

She felt his hand move and the pressure he placed on her back give way. She caught a blur of movement in her peripheral vision. “Wait!” she managed to utter the words as he pushed her panties down.

“What?” She heard the impatience in his voice.

“Condom?” The idea of them having to stop made her eyes water in disappointment.

His grunt reassured her, pleasure was possibly only a moment away. Cool air whipped around her backside when he stepped away from her. She heard the ruffling of clothes, the heavy thud of something dropping or being thrown. The sparse hairs on his thighs tickled her as he reassumed his place. She waited. When he said nothing, she pulled her arms under her and rose up.

“If you don’t have a condom I think I have some plastic wrap in the kitchen.” Moira couldn’t quite see him where he stood.

He snorted. “I have a rubber. I was just enjoying the view.” She heard the sound of ripping foil.

Kever leaned against her, his cock finding a home in the crack of her ass. He turned the dial on the appliance and pressed the knob. The sound of water rushing into the metal cylinder erupted in the quiet space. Pulling his arm back, the appendage disappeared from her view. She felt his hand wrap around the back of her neck, his fingers tickled her throat. His cock slipped between her nether-lips. The water stopped and the washer changed cycles, shuddering under her as the basket within the machine started to rotate. Kever pulled away, his shaft slipping across her sensitive tissue and sending the fluttering feeling that was low in her stomach higher.

Moira opened her mouth to say something else when he rammed his dick into her channel. An “Oh” passed her lips as she was thrust on her toes from the power of his drive. He moved his hands, wrapping a palm around each shoulder. With each lunge he tugged her toward him, creating an inverted arch with her body. To keep from sliding across the top of the machine she grabbed the back of the control panel. The constant vibration beneath her made her breasts and belly shake. Each plunge he made into her pushed her farther off her toes until she could no longer feel the wood floor. He released her torso and slid his palms down to encase her waist. She closed her eyes and her head swam as if she was on an amusement ride. The constant bombardment of sensations, his murmurs as he slammed his rod deep into her passage, Moira reveled in the carnality.

The fluttering built, coalescing into a ball in the pit of her belly. Her nails scraped the hard plastic of the consol. With a
crack
and a
whine
the appliance slowed. Kever covered her back as he lay on top of her trailing his hands north, skimming his fingers along her arms to cover her hands with his own. He pressed his pelvis flush with her ass and his movements were short and controlled. The machine resumed its final rotation; the drone of the cylinder picking up speed in the spin cycle was loud. The washer started to buck under them from the uneven weight they created on it. She felt his mouth on her neck, the rasp of his tongue as he sucked at her flesh. The tight ball of feeling burst, her orgasm rolled through her quickly, carrying her in the waves. She felt the vibrations of his voice on her skin when he yelled out. The machine hummed as it started to wind down and her muscles went limp. Kever moved his hands to grab the sides of the appliance and lift himself off her.

She blew out a breath. “That was different.”

Kever grunted. She pushed up off the metal top and turned to face her new lover. She met his gaze and wondered what he was thinking since his face was expressionless. The minutes seemed to stretch with neither of them saying anything. A sliver of fear raced down her spine. She wondered whether he was already regretting their one act of lovemaking. Moira lifted her chin. That’s what she got for giving in to her desires. Without a second glance, she hopped down and turned away from him to leave the laundry/mud room.

He grabbed her arms, swinging her around to face him. “Where are you off to now?”

Moira looked down at his hand then back up at his face and arched a brow. “To the bathroom. I thought we were done.”

Kever narrowed his eyes. “Moira, this is just the beginning.” He reached down, grabbed her by the waist and hefted her over his shoulder. “I plan to love on you, Cher, until all you can do is fall asleep where you lay.” He went in search her bedroom.

She rubbed her cheek on his back, hiding her smile. Hope blossomed in her chest. Maybe…she’d been wrong about Kever.

***

Kever rolled his shoulders and stretched. Combing his fingers through his hair, he scrubbed his scalp. He lifted his wrist and glanced at his watch. His relief from Moira’s security would be knocking on her door within a half hour. Leaning forward, he rested his elbows on his thighs. A night of marathon sex, he smiled, hopefully he’d brought Moira around to his way of thinking. There was something powerful between them and, think whatever she might, their attraction could no longer be denied.

The sudden sound of her shower pulled his attention toward the door she’d disappeared behind. His underwear was in the other room. He rose and ambled out of her bedroom toward the area where they’d hastily disrobed. He passed the dining room and glanced at the papers strewn across the table and floor. Shaking his head, he rubbed his fingertips. He’d just gotten her to trust him, if she caught him snooping through her stuff, he could only imagine the fallout. Sighing, he took one more look in the room before moving on.

As he buttoned his pants, a knock on the side door had him reaching for his firearm that was not on his person. He turned to look out the window embedded in the door and met his partner’s curious gaze. A crooked smile bloomed around the cigarette hanging from Bubba’s lips. Kever reached out to unlock the door before grabbing his shirts. Bubba opened the door and stuck one foot over the threshold, took another long draw on his cigarette before exhaling the smoke and flicking it away.

“You really should give those things up.” Kever pulled his under shirt over his head. “What are you doing here?”

“And you’re really bad at deflecting the obvious.” Bubba chuckled.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Uh-huh. Where she at, lover boy?”

“In the shower.” Kever left the area, retracing his steps through the house.

Bubba trailed behind him, humming. They both stopped at the opening of the dining room and stared at the towers of papers. Kever watched as Bubba strolled into the space and casually lifted the sheets to take cursory glances at the information. Kever looked down the hall to make sure it was clear before following his partners lead. Bubba grunted every few seconds, a sure sign he’d found something interesting.

“Hurry up, Bubba. Moira has a fierce temper and I for one don’t want to be a recipient of it.” Kever rifled through his own stack.

“See, this is why I say sex can make a man weak. It’s all good till you get some and then it’s downhill.” Bubba raised his head and took a quick look at Kever before shaking his head and dropping it again.

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“All I’m saying is sometimes a man thinks after a night of sweet loving that he has her wrapped around his finger when in actuality it’s she who has you by the balls.”

“Bubba, you’re an old hound.” Kever snorted and smiled in his friend’s direction.

“Maybe so, but I’m a wise one.”

“If you fellas want to tell me what you’re looking for I’d be happy to point you in the right direction.” Moira’s earthy rasp ended their conversation.

Kever looked up into the annoyed expression of Moira with pursed lips and narrowed eyes. She held her robe tight against her. He gently put the information he held in his hand back where he’d found it. Bubba wasn’t so subtle.

“Moira, girl, I found some things you failed to tell me about.” Bubba raised the sheets of paper he held in his hand. “Now is that any way to treat old Bubba?”

“The suspect is dead, Bubba. That information is no longer pertinent.” Moira sighed.

“Where the hell did you get his bank statements from, Moira?” Kever picked up the highlighted paper.

She shrugged. “I have friends with special skills, and I think you both should leave.”

“We still have nobody and someone took shots at you. Now, I’m no scholar, but I can add and I know you can too,” Bubba continued.

“The gators probably got a hold of him. You’re overreacting, Bubba.” She walked to the front entrance and opened the door. “Now, really, get the hell out of here.”

Bubba sauntered toward her. Kever hung back. He grabbed his gun and stalked toward Moira. Looking down at her he opened his mouth, closing it when she turned her head. Briefly he thought he might have saw hurt in the depths of her irises. His gaze strayed to her hand. She held the knob in a light knuckle grip. He crossed the threshold and turned to say he was sorry. Moira closed the door in his face.

Kever looked down at his feet and wiggled his toes. He forgot his shoes. With a knock on the door, he spoke through the wood. “Moira, I need my shoes.” He waited. When she didn’t respond, he reached in his pocket to retrieve his keys. They were empty.
Son of a bitch
. “Moira, I need my keys too.”

“Walk.” She didn’t bother to open the door. Her voice was muffled through the wood.

Behind him, Bubba chuckled. “Like I said…by the nuts. Come on, lover boy. I can take you home.”

“No. My replacement hasn’t arrived. I’ll wait until they get here.” Kever jogged down the porch steps.

“I’ll wait with you.” Bubba leaned on the passenger door and pulled out his cigarette pack. Tapping one out, he stuck it in his mouth and lit it.

Kever walked to Bubba’s car and jumped up to sit on the hood. He looked around. Bubba had parked the police issued car between his and Moira’s tidy little blue convertible coup. Nothing seemed remiss except the stupid turkey, but Moira said that animal hadn’t been around for a couple of days. Fog was rolling off the bayou behind her place, creating an eerie backdrop. He and Bubba waited in comfortable silence. Bubba was chain smoking his third cigarette when Moira’s door opened and she came trotting out.

“Where the hell are you going?” Kever called out. Bubba turned around to face them.

She sucked in her breath. “None of your damn business,” Moira answered. She lifted her hand with her car’s key fob in it.

A flash of light and then skin-searing heat was buffering his body.  The sedan rocked from the force of the blast. His partner and pseudo father figure hit the window and Kever heard the tinkle of glass breaking before a secondary explosion boomed around them, canceling out all other noises. He jumped from the hood and ran toward Moira, his legs pumping, he felt something hit his thigh cutting through his skin. Kever tackled Moira as another object grazed his shoulder. Black smoke melded with the heavy mist and enveloped them as he covered her with his body. Something whined past his ear and he dropped his head. He twisted his head, trying to look under his arm. A hazy fire burned where Moira’s car had been parked. His eyes watered and Moira coughed against his shoulder.

“Moira, grab your cell and call nine-one-one.” Kever rose to his knees and started crawling to where Bubba had been standing. When Moira hadn’t moved, he yelled, “Now, dammit!”

That spurned her. As he moved farther away from her he could no longer make out her form. Low to the ground, he could just make out Bubba’s still figure. Stones and possible shrapnel if he was guessing correctly, bit into the palms of his hands and knees. The acidic smell of charred metal and burnt flesh assaulted his nose. Bubba lay on his belly, the back of his clothing in shreds. Silver glinted off the exposed skin as the smoke continued to clear. Kever leaned lower and placed two fingers against his partner’s neck. The faint bump against his fingertips made him sag in relief.