Summer Daze

Chapter Ten:

Gathering evidence against Valerie Lynch was more difficult than the detectives could have possibly imagined. Her mother had no house for them to search; she was an Alzheimer’s patient in a Peekskill nursing home. The city’s pawn shops turned up bits and pieces, but Valerie had used an alias. Fortunately, many of the pawn brokers were able to identify her from her photo and, eventually, they did find enough of the stolen jewelry to make a felony case against her. It took two weeks.

In the meantime, Valerie made a run for it. She was found living with a group of women in a charity home in Philadelphia. It hadn’t been easy bringing her in. That scared white rabbit from the Macy’s break room turned into a wildcat when she was cornered. Detective Goren sustained some nasty scratches on his neck and hands when he made a grab for her.

To top it all off, the Morgans had been calling Captain Ross incessantly, asking when someone would be brought to justice for murdering their daughter. He soothed them as best he could without giving out any real information, but somebody squawked. When Goren and Eames arrived with their prisoner, Mr. and Mrs. Morgan stood at the doorway of One Police Plaza with a gaggle of reporters and news cameras.

Ever professional, the detectives made no comment as Eames helped the handcuffed Ms. Lynch from the backseat of the SUV and Bobby covered her with his jacket. Together they hustled their prisoner past the throng as quickly as possible.

They had her as an accessory to the robberies without a doubt, but they still could not find on shred of evidence to link her to the murder of Esther Morgan. Goren couldn’t understand it. He went over everything they knew time and again. Star was close to getting caught, she could have implicated Valerie. It was a perfect motive. Valerie Lynch had proven just this morning that she was capable of violence. Why couldn’t he prove it? Bobby felt like he was pounding his head against a brick wall.

Succubus Blush trooped down from the rooftop and entered the St. Mark’s Place apartment after a successful practice session. Jarv went to the kitchen for a drink. Johnny, Kai, and Summer put away their instruments.

Andrew flopped on the couch and grabbed the remote.

“Turn on MTV.” Johnny said as they joined the drummer in the small living area.

“Wait!” Kai shouted, pointing at the television, “That’s Star’s mom.”

They watched in silence as the evening news ran the footage from that afternoon. The reporter babbled on about the murder of Esther Morgan while Mrs. Morgan raved in the background about justice for her daughter. The scrolling lines at the bottom of the screen read, ‘Friend of murder victim arrested.’ The band jumped and cheered and hugged one another.

“I feel like we should open a bottle of champagne,” Kai said, “but all we’ve got is cheap beer.”

Summer walked toward the bedrooms and her brother asked, “Hey, where are you going?”

“To shower and change.” She replied, “I don’t want to go out after sweating on the roof for three hours.”

“Yeah!” Kai laughed, “I bet Maurice would comp us some champagne…Even if it is that cheap crap he serves on New Year’s Eve.”

When Summer emerged from the bathroom a short time later, Kai was already forming a line at the door.

“I’m next!” he said exuberantly, shoving his way in before she was completely out the door.

Summer laughed and put her makeup bag into her backpack as she headed for the front door.

“Great idea, Summer.” Her brother grinned.

“What’s that?” she asked absently.

“Going to Maurice’s.”

“Oh.” She nodded, “You guys go ahead…”

Jarv looked puzzled, “Where are you going?”

“Out.” She stated simply as she walked out the door, “I’ll catch you later.”

When Bobby arrived home, he found his door slightly ajar. He drew his gun and entered cautiously. The light was on in the living room. He peeked around the corner from the tiny foyer and saw Summer, sitting on his sofa and reading a book.

He holstered his weapon and sighed, “Summer…What are you doing here?”

She looked up at him and smiled, “You said I could bring your shirt back whenever I wanted…”

“How did you get in?” he demanded quietly.

Summer pulled a hairpin from her upswept ‘do and tossed it onto the coffee table. Bobby stared at it for a moment and said, “That’s breaking and entering.”

“I didn’t break anything.” She replied with a smirk and, when a stern look was his only response, she rolled her eyes and laughed. “Arrest me,” she said and returned to her reading.

He reached into the pouch on his belt and withdrew his handcuffs. He held them up, dangling them from his forefinger.

Summer glanced up at the jingling sound and grinned, “Ooo, are we going to play ‘bad cop’ then?” she teased.

Bobby’s shoulders slumped in defeat and he dropped the cuffs on the table as he tried desperately to suppress a smile. She dropped her gaze back to the book. He took off his jacket and tie and laid them neatly next to him as he took a seat on the coffee table directly in front of her.

“You changed your hair again.” He said.

“Uh-huh.” She murmured, still reading.

“Green.” He stated, “I like it…It matches your eyes…W-what are you reading?”

“The Mozart Project. Did you know his first performance was played for the Elector of Bavaria when he was only six years old?”

“Yeah.” He nodded as he gently took the book from her and placed it on top of his jacket, “Yes I did…You, um, shouldn’t be here.”

“Why not?” she asked, “You arrested Star’s girlfriend, didn’t you?”

“Yes, but…”

“Well, she did it didn’t she?” she pressed him.

“We’re pretty sure.” He nodded.

Summer laughed, “So, what’s wrong now? Did you decide you’re not interested?”
His little whirlwind was threatening to become a force ten hurricane. Her gentle laughter, her sparkling eyes, that coy smile…No matter how wrong it might be; it felt so right. By her very presence she filled him with happiness, confusion, and an un-ignorable craving for sex...

He kissed her.

He lifted her to her feet and swept her into his arms with a romantic flourish, and pressed his sensuous mouth down upon hers. She expected him to go all ravishing and dive in immediately with his tongue, but strangely, his lips just rested lightly against hers. A move she found all the more intoxicating for the delicacy of the pressure rather than brute, demanding force.

Acting purely on instinct, she coiled her arms around him. She couldn’t believe it was happening and he couldn’t believe what he was doing. Ever impatient, Summer took the initiative and pressed her tongue against his lips, demanding entrance.

He laughed, the sound deep and rough in his chest, and let her in. A second later, it was as if someone threw a switch and he took total control.

‘I have to ask him…I need to know how he feels…’ As she backed away and attempted to voice her thoughts, Bobby shushed her and gently but firmly placed a hand over her mouth.

For a moment, he seemed fierce, almost like a caveman forbidding his woman to speak. Then his hand was gone, only to be replaced by his mouth. He kissed her savagely, his tongue darting into her mouth as if he wanted to stab to death any words that might come between them.

‘Oh, Bobby…I think I love you…Do you feel the same?’

Her mind’s cry remained unuttered as she thrilled to the animal force of his kiss. She felt as if he were devouring her as his tongue explored and possessed her. As he kissed ferociously, his hand slid between her legs, pulling her panties aside and taking possession there too. He caressed her rousingly, rubbing quite hard; eventually discarding the undergarment that so hindered his ministrations and forcing her legs wider so he could gain better access.

When he took her clit between his finger and thumb, she groaned, despite his request for silence. When he pushed a finger inside her at the same time, his name rushed from her lips on shuddering breath.

Her pelvis lurched in a wild bucking motion, but he never missed a beat. She grabbed onto him to stop herself from falling as her body imploded in a decadent spike of pleasure.

He didn’t stop there. He worked her to not one climax, not two, but three, while she clung to him. She completely ignored his desire for silence now, unable to prevent herself from making ever louder moaning, panting and whimpering sounds.

Just when she was convinced she was going to fall to the floor in a puddle, he ceased his manipulations and moved her gently to the floor. She was like a rag doll, limp from her earth-shattering orgasms, and went wherever he wished as he set her on her hands and knees and nudged apart her thighs.

As he stood to remove his clothes, he looked down at the half-naked girl on the floor, her skirt flipped up exposing the smooth curve of her buttocks, and he had never wanted to fuck more in his life.

Then he was inside her, his cock as dominating as his fingers had been. He powered into her with deep impassioned strokes. She rose to meet him, glorying in his loving ruthlessness and orgasming again quickly and violently. Sex had never been so hot. She rubbed feverishly at her clit as he thrust into her again and again.
Her mind was a windstorm of pure feeling, but at the edge of consciousness, she heard the desperation in Bobby's cry of release.

Was that true emotion he was expressing? Or simply the physical overwhelming him? Exhaustion overcame her before she was able to determine...

He lifted her from the floor and carried her to his bedroom, placing her gingerly on the bed. He crawled in beside her, burying his face in her hair and breathing in the scent of her.

They lay in silence. She couldn't speak. He just didn't, with his body satisfied his mind berated him for his animal behavior. Eventually she eased herself up, sat beside him, and laid a gentle hand on his back.
“Are you all right?” She stroked him as if he were skittish animal.

Bobby took a few deep breaths. ‘Am I all right?’ he thought, ‘I could be all right. Or I could be all wrong. Sex. On the floor. With a witness. How horrible and sleazy and dangerous is that?’

Yet it felt perfectly natural at the time and somehow it didn't feel sleazy, even now. And it only felt dangerous in a good way.

'Y-yes, I'm fine. Thank you,' he murmured, sitting up and blushing like a teenager. “Are you…?”

“Never better.” She smiled contentedly, easing his fear that he had hurt her.

He took her into his arms and caressed her face with what, Summer thought, felt like real affection. She sighed with satisfaction and laid her head on his chest as they reclined against the pillows and fell asleep.

The boys stumbled home from Maurice’s Tavern around midnight. Johnny grabbed some beer from the fridge and suggested they play a video game. Jarv picked up a stack of XBOX games from the floor next to the sofa.

“What do you like?” he asked.

“Wrestlemania.” Said Kai, “We can all play that one.”

“I hate Wrestlemania.” Andrew whined, “You guys always kick my ass.”

Jarv chuckled, “Kinda like real life.”

The drummer folded his arms across his chest and pouted, “Asshole.” He muttered.

Kai didn’t feel like fighting so he stopped them by jumping up from his chair and announcing, “I’m hungry. Let’s go get waffles.”

“Yeah, that sounds good.” Johnny agreed.

Jarv stood up and shrugged, “Let’s go.”

“I thought we were going to play video games.” Andrew said.

“You play video games,” Kai called over his shoulder as they headed for the door, “We’re going for waffles.”

“Fine!” Andrew shouted as the door slammed behind them and picked up the remote control.

His friends hadn’t been gone more than twenty minutes when he heard the door open.

“What’d you forget?” he spat, then turned and realized it wasn’t them, “What are you doing here?”

Calculating green eyes sized him up, “I need to get something.” She said with a wry smile.

“Whatever.” He said dismissively and went back to his game.

She went to the bedroom and changed into a stage outfit. She dug in her bag for her package of blueberry gum and popped a couple of the small squares into her mouth. She caught sight of the cum stained pillow at the head of the bed and made a disgusted face before she picked it up and carried it into the hall. She knelt down and placed it, almost lovingly, on the floor. Then she walked into the room her brother shared with that circus freak best friend of his. It took a few moments, but she didn’t have too much trouble finding Kai’s bat.

She was so tiny and light on her feet. Poor Andrew never saw it coming.