“I’m thinking of remarrying.” Prettily blushing.
“Anyone I know?”
“Councilman Dauten.”
My fork clanged against the brass charger plate.
“Councilman? Is that what you call him? Doesn’t he have a first name?”
“You sound rather waspish, Adrien,” my mother observed. “Do you not like the idea?”
“Of Councilman Dauten? I’m not sure. Have I met this one?”
Lisa’s eyes narrowed. She said carefully and clearly, “Do you have a problem with the
idea of my remarrying?”
Did I? I wasn’t sure. Whatever I felt – and it was sort of a brakes squealing, glass
smashing, horns blaring reaction – it wasn’t logical. Whereas Lisa marrying was perfectly
logical. She was still young, considering the fact that she was my mum, and beautiful,
considering the fact that she was my mum.
“No, of course not,” I said. We both listened to my tone of voice. I said with more
energy, “No, I mean, if you’re happy. It’s…it’s kind of sudden, isn’t it?”
“It is!” she chirped, like that made it all the more wonderful.
* * * * *
I woke to a giant shadow looming over me. I started up, half asleep.
“Easy, easy. It’s me,” Jake said, sliding between the sheets. His hands and feet were like
ice as he pulled me into his arms.
I subsided, heart thudding hard. “I thought you couldn’t make it tonight?”
“Yeah, well.” He was silent.
The far wall was patterned in snowflake shadows thrown by the street lamps through
the lace window coverings. I heard flecks against the glass panes.
“Is it raining?” I half-lifted my head from the pillow of his chest.
“Just started.” He stroked his cold hand down my back, and as I shivered, gave my ass
an absent squeeze. “They found another one.”
Not fully awake, it took a while for his words to register. “Another what one?”
“Another DB.”
Cop-speak for dead body. Since Jake worked homicide, I knew that it had to be more
than just another body. I finally remembered our conversation of a few days earlier. “You
mean, like a ritual killing?”
He nodded. “Maybe. This one was older. Maybe a year old. Badly decayed. But there
were markings on the tree he was buried beneath.”
“Markings?”
“Symbols. We’ve got people working on them.” He stroked my back again, fingers idly
tracing the links of bone and cartilage. “It’s not like I haven’t seen weird shit. Decapitated
goats, disemboweled cats. Once I saw a cow’s tongue nailed to a tree.”
“Those wacky Baptists.”
Jake snorted. “You’re a funny guy.”
“Funny boy is the way I remember it.”
I felt rather than saw him smile at the memory of our recent vacation in the land that
time forgot, the northern Mother Lode country.
“They estimate there’s like fifty thousand Santeria devotees in LA County. But this
is…different.” He was quiet. I hated to imagine what he was remembering. “Adrien, do you
honestly not know where Angus went?”
I rolled on one elbow, tried to read his face in the gloom. “You’ve got to be kidding me.
Angus ?”
“I’d just like to talk to him.”
“Jake, no damn way was he involved in anything like this. I know him that well.”
“I’m not saying he’s involved. But if he’s on the fringe of that scene, maybe he’s heard
something.” He asked neutrally, “Did you send him up to the ranch?”
“No!” In fact, it hadn’t occurred to me to send Angus to Pine Shadow, the ranch I had
inherited from my grandmother many years before. I wondered why I’d missed such a
simple solution.
At last I said, “I don’t know where he is. I gave him the money and told him to leave
town.”
“Could you take a guess?”
I shook my head. The rain drummed down harder now. We listened to it for a while.
He tugged me back down. I rested my cheek against his chest, listening to the thump of his
heart.
I said, “If he calls, what do you want me to tell him?”
“Whatever you think will get him back here to talk to me.”
We lay like that for a time. I started to relax back into drowsiness, lulled by Jake’s lazy
caresses.
“How tired are you?” he asked, breaking the silence.
I chuckled.
The weight and warmth of our bodies moving in the tangled sheets. The pleasant
friction of rough jaws, and hairy legs and arms, and lightly furred chests brushing against
each other. The softness of mouths and eyelashes and silky hair…
He guided me onto my belly, and I spread my legs, shivering as Jake spread the warm
gel in the cleft between my buttocks. He worked the tip of his finger, pressing against that
first instinctive resistance, always careful, always taking his time, although it wasn’t
necessary these days which I seemed to spend primed and ready for his cock’s penetration.
I sighed, pushing back, and his finger slipped inside the dark heat of my body. I
murmured approval. “More, Jake.”
He eased the second finger in, teased a little, and I caught my breath.
“Good?”
“You know it is.” I drew my knees under me, raising my ass in invitation. Please,
Jake…”
Instead I got a slow, tantalizing third finger working me with maddening, delicious
deliberation. I groaned. “Will you just do it?”
“Do what?”
“Fuck me.”
He murmured, breath against my bare back, “Not sure I caught that.”
“Jake,” I pleaded, humping against his hand. “Fuck me. Please.”
Ah, the magic word.
We shifted around, bed springs squeaking, I got on my hands and knees, and he knelt
behind me, his hand stroking the curve of my ass, lingering. The head of his cock whispered
the password, and my well-massaged ring of sphincter muscle gave him entrance. Arms
braced stiff, his cock buried deep in my body, I rocked back against Jake’s hips. He shoved
back against me. We quickly slipped into our rhythm. The fingers of one hand bit into my
hip, holding me in place as he thrust hard. His other hand wrapped around my cock,
pumping up and down, occasionally losing the pace. I shifted weight onto one hand, moved