King Coral - Honey Bare

“How much did he owe her?” Honey shrugged. “I don’t know. I’m sure Bonnie doesn’t even know. He doesn’t confide in her, really.”

“Is Lee jealous?”

“Oh,” she said, “they must have hurt you very badly, Lincoln.” When she realized that I wasn’t going to answer she said, “Things aren’t the best – between my sister and Lee. He doesn’t take care of her – sexually. Do you know what I mean?”

I took a long and deliberate sip of my scotch because I knew exactly what she meant but I didn’t want to tell her that. Finally I said, “Oh.”

But at the same time I was remembering the way Lee Harmon had jumped me beside his Caddie. Honey had called it, as far as Bonnie was concerned. Maybe she was batting a thousand when she pointed the finger at Lee. At that moment I was willing to bet that Lee Harmon was now out of the country.

Honey said, “Lee was flying back to Los Angeles this noon, Bonnie told me.”

That shot a lot of holes in my theory. Now I didn’t know what to think. Except that I wanted to talk to Lee Harmon. I really wanted to talk to him because I was positive that he’d hired the two guys the night before. I wanted to get even with Lee Harmon.

I stared down into my glass and saw there were a couple of good swallows remaining. I decided that I’d finish my drink and then I’d call on Lee Harmon.

I tipped up the glass and finished my drink. Then got to my feet. Honey was also on her feet now, looking at me, her face framed by the waterfall of her golden hair.

“Lincoln,” she said softly, “let’s have another drink before you go.”

For a moment I felt the quick surge of suspicion. It had sounded as though she wanted me to tangle with Lee. She had first of all explained why he was a prime murder suspect and now she’d-assumed that I’d run right over and see him. I didn’t really want to go but I had to satisfy my own curiosity about him.

But I hesitated because Honey’s wonderful hands were touching the sides of my face. As she looked into my eyes I caught sight of the wonderful tenderness and hunger lurking there, and quite naturally I leaned forward and let my hands rest on her hips.

“Oh, Lincoln,” she murmured. “when you touch me, I melt.”

Her mouth met mine, gently at first; and then it was mauling mine as she slammed herself against me. The heat and wanting sizzled down the front of me.

I was holding her tightly, feeling her squirming under my hands.

I needed her bareness pinned against me. Furiously my hands were working at the back of her sweater. I pulled up the lower part of it, then remembered I’d noticed a zipper at the nape of her neck. It was open in a second; and now as I began working up the lower part of her sweater she was moving away from me.

As her lips left mine she stepped back and put up her arms. I skinned the sweater off her and flung it aside. Her hands flashed behind her back, unhooked the white bra and threw it away.

A lush and heavy golden breast was resting in the palm of each hand and she was looking at me, offering them to me.

“They’re on fire, Lincoln. Do something!”

I did. Ravenously I leaned forward and fed on them. I was holding them in my hands as she began unbuttoning the front of my shirt. Her fingers moved rapidly as I drew her nipples deep into my mouth. They’d become extremely hard and the satiny skin of her breasts was taut. Panting quickly, I stepped away from her and shrugged out of my shirt while I was getting rid of my slacks she was wriggling out of the miniskirt. There was nothing underneath it, except the bare and golden Honey.

We crashed together violently and now it was rapturous because her heated nudity seared the front of me. She was surging erratically, giving me the same series of bumps that she’d used during her dance routine. And she was coming at me so strong that I felt myself being driven against the edge of the couch.

At the last second I whirled and then we fell onto the couch together. The moment she hit she became a golden animal, shifting and inviting. My lips were in the hollow of her shoulder, smelling her wonderful heat and perfume while the golden hair tickled the side of my face. She was rocking her shoulders violently and as I moved my mouth down to her breasts, they rubbed my nose and face.

I lingered there a moment, savoring them while my hand stroked her flaming flanks, then moved inward until I covered the spot where the bumps originated.

That seemed to excite her even more.

She was shoving herself upwards against my hand. I drew a line of kisses down the heaving and convulsing flatness of her stomach and then I was kissing her avidly.

“Lincoln!” she screamed passionately.

The sound of her voice was abruptly shut off because her thighs were clamped tightly against the side of my head, coving my ears and I was pinned against the lovely soft and shaven spot, delving into the core of her honey.

The blood boomed and roared through me. It settled into my groin, huge and causing so much pain that I was groaning loudly. I wanted to stop and yet I wanted to continue and for several moments more I savored her exquisite delights.

Abruptly I broke away from her, saw her vaguely beneath me with her arms extended and inviting. I flung myself at her; and with the lovely breasts cushioned under my chest, I slammed against her.

She was shivering violently as she sucked in her breath, and then her arms and legs had enclosed me in her golden world. “It’s so good!”

“Yes!”

“Make it feel better!”

“Like this?”

I drove myself forward, heard her agree that was what she meant, and then I repeated it again. We were both panting loudly as though we’d been running for hours but that didn’t stop us. Together we were moving quickly, our drives and counter-drives becoming more powerful and violent.

The beautiful passions of our union mounted quickly. I felt myself filling up rapidly, the intensity of her heat drawing me deeper within her.

Suddenly it was the moment that we’d been waiting for; and through the blur of gold I drove and bored, and she convulsed spasmodically. I broke apart and fell into the lovely passionate world that she’d provided.

While my car plowed through the curtain of rain, I hunched over the wheel and peered through the half moons made by the wipers. I’d left the freeway a short time ago and now I was traveling down Los Feliz Boulevard.

Honey had mentioned several times that she, had an appointment that afternoon and I hadn’t questioned her about it. Although she made it sound rather important, she hadn’t volunteered any information. I decided it was a hint for me to get out of her apartment.

Now, I was nearing Lee Harmon’s apartment house I wondered whether she might have merely wanted me to leave in the hope that I’d go to see Lee Harmon. She’d certainly made it an attractive objective. She’d seemed so positive that Lee had killed Sarah Leighton. She’d even supplied the motive but to me it didn’t seem strong enough to call for murder.

Maybe Honey had arranged it so that I’d go to see Lee Harmon. I felt that he might even be waiting for my arrival but it didn’t make any difference to me. I had a personal thing going with him, I still meant. to get even.

This time I didn’t park at the curb in front of Lee Harmon’s apartment house. I wheeled my car into the underground parking lot and parked it next to Lee’s Caddie. Bonnie’s car was not there, and I occupied her slot.

Harmon’s Caddie was damp and when I checked it, I found the motor was still warm. So he had returned recently, just as Honey had reported he would. I walked over to the elevator and punched the button that would take me up to. his floor. I slid out of my trench coat and when the elevator stopped and the door slid open, I stepped out and walked down the hallway.