Bray Array: The Ultimate Erotic Short Story Collection 19

Mina rolled him onto his back. She pushed his arms over his head and dropped her breasts to his chin. He suckled on them like a baby. Mina pressed her buttocks to his erection and rubbed against him. Vic dropped his head to the rug happily defenseless. Mina rubbed her pussy up and down Vic’s shaft, looked at him and kissed his eyelids. She kissed his nose, his chin, his nipples, down to his navel.

Vic hissed. “Ooh, baby. Slip you tongue in and out of me. Like that,” he said.

Vic tried to get up but Mina overpowered him. She told him to wait. “Don’t come. I have something for you,” she said.

“What is it? Tell me,” Vic begged.

“I’m going to set you free,” Mina said…

***

Detective Nate Jericho looked down the ravine. The ground around it was scorched. The smell of what was inside the car was reeled of stench. He paced the scene. Officers and state patrol chalk-marked tire treads and taped off the far end of the highway. Nate stopped at one spot of the ground. One forensics jockey ran to the brush to empty his stomach. Nate shook his head. He recognized the M.O. He turned to a patrol officer and handed him a card.

“Is it her?” the patrol officer asked.

“Forensics will tell us. If there’s anything left to talk about,” Nate said.

Fed up with empty leads, Nate drove back to the city. He stopped at an all-night bistro when his phone signaled a text had come in. He knew who was behind the string of attacks that peppered the stateside. He knew the driver of the car. There wasn’t any proof corroborating another suspect. He knew who would be blamed too…

He ordered his usual and called up the message. Forensics had made an ID. Lights dimmed in the bistro several times before thrumming back to life. Nate looked at his convertible wishing he could hop in and drive away… anywhere… The destination didn’t matter; because the journey was set up to become someone’s destiny. The last ever seen… Nate took out his wallet to pay for the drink and saw the strip of pictures snapped when he had been at the Boardwalk.

***

How long was it since he and Wilhemina met? One year… Two? She was playing a game of sharpshooter when he heard her bubbly laugh. He came around to see who everybody was gamming and hawing about and shoved his way to find the most stunningly woman he’d ever seen. She was gorgeously tall and heavenly stacked. He kept thinking she could have been a goddess from another time…

When the beauty asked for a challenger he leapt up to the mini-range before anyone else could step. He was Alpha-male and the lady he was about to take on knew it. He gave his best and so did she and they wound up hovering around the Boardwalk for hours. The lady seemed to find everything about him interesting. He wanted to know everything about her.

“I’m better than you,” he said taking her hand in his.

“You dream big,” his goddess said. “You know we tied,” she laughed.

He laughed too and when he drew her in for a kiss, everything and everyone around them faded. There was just the two of them.

“I don’t belong here,” the beauty told Nate.

“Where do you belong?” Nate asked.

“With you,” she said after a long pause.

“You feel it? This pull between us?” Nate said. “It’s like an electric thrum I never knew was possible.”

“I know. I feel it too,” the beauty said.

They walked along the beach after Nate had dragged the lady to take photos. He pulled her onto his lap and the two of them made faces until they laughed with tears. Nate tore a section of the photo strip and gave the photos to his beauty. When he saw the mist tint her eyes, he did it. They kissed. He wanted her and he told her his intentions. She turned to stare at the ocean. “All right,” she finally said. “Out there,” she nodded to an outcrop of rocks several miles from the shore.

Nate told her they couldn’t. They needed permission from the law.

“You’re the law,” the lady said. She had smiled at Nate’s reaction. “No one makes every target at a game like sharpshooting unless it’s a hobby or they have trained with firearms,” she said.

“What made you think I’m someone who holds firearms?” Nate prodded.

That was when he saw the lady gaze down at his hip. He looked back up at her almost as fast. “Don’t say it,” he begged.

“Is that a gun in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?” the beauty said, going for it.

Nate was taken, hook, line and mystery woman. And he’d arranged for a hydrofoil to take them to the embankment off the coast, but they never made it…

Nate rubbed a hand over his forehead. He looked up and nearly bumped over the bar chair. The rain had picked up. He was two for zero. No leads, only one suspect.

And he’d left the convertible roof cover down.

“Shit,” Nate grumbled.

***

The paper reported the rock concert was the biggest attraction of the century. Wilhemina read it was nothing short of Heavy Metal reborn. She scoured the Personals: nothing. She skimmed the rest of the headlines and pages — and jostled the paper back to the second page.

She read the headline below the concert column in cold, uncaring print: “Vocalist Oren Victor of the Band ‘Heavy Friction’ Dead at 32.” Wilhemina reread the story. Slowly she looked around and back while standing near the newsstand. The last time she had felt this lost was during another storm… with the love of her life. She folded the paper and headed to the park, hoping there were few people and a strong Wi-Fi signal.

***

“And that is all that was upstairs?” Nate questioned.

“Yeah. The maid had already cleaned up. Really nice, nothing to trace,” the policeman answered. “Kind of bad, huh?”

“Pardon?” Nate said.

“All that sex, money, and fame and you can’t take it with you,” the policeman said.

“Right,” Nate answered.

Nate checked Oren Victor’s laptop. “This been looked at?” he asked.

“Nothing was tampered with. The place is spotless,” the policeman noted.

Nate grabbed the laptop. “May I?” he said.

“Not if nobody sees you,” the cop smiled.

“Thanks Egan, I’ll owe you,” Nate smiled.

“Nah. Get me that Patron I told you about and we’re good,” the cop said.

Nate nodded.

Hours later he had the ISP and protocols sourced. Nate called in the findings and turned them over to the field. He had a murder to place.

***

Mina let her legs stay open. The man in front of her snarled. He was full-pissed and eager to shag. He had Mina pinned against the concrete wall.

“I let you use my phone.” You used my phone to surf the Net,” he said, legs wobbly.

“True,” Mina said.

“You said you were calling a friend,” he burbled.

“No, you opened the browser on your phone for me,” Mina said. “I asked if your phone made a Hot Spot connection… Remember?”

The man wobbled side to side. He hiked his pants up, his breath foul. Then he frowned. “You- you didn’t even tell me your name,” he pouted.

“Leigh ‘Mina’ Marley, but its ‘Wilhemina’ to you,” Mina said.

The man thought about it best he could. “Aww, yeah… That’s right…” he agreed. “Listen. Why don’t you give me a little something-something, and I’ll let you use all the phone you want. What do you say to that,” the inebriated yuppie warbled.

“Or I could just kill you,” Mina said.

The man laughed, then hit the ground.

***

The rain sluiced from trickle to downpour. She had to sidestep more than a wake of puddles or two to find a place to lie. She finally found a coffee house a block away from the park. She ducked her head under the sign advertising Internet service and hurried inside. Cold and uncomfortably sticky, she pried off the overcoat she’d borrowed from somebody who would no longer need it. She hunched in a booth and tried to block the memory of the man’s pallid face, the life drained from him.