Loves Redemption (21 page)

“Nothing in particular, just wanted to run a few things by him.”

“How’d it go with Agent Montgomery?”

“Fine. After he met with Dr. Richardson we went to the crime scenes he selected. Why?

Didn’t he talk to you about it?”

“Briefly. I wanted to hear your take,” Lieutenant Hernandez said with a searching glance

in Mark’s direction.

As Mark was answering, Jordan walked into the squad room and headed toward his desk.

“How’d it go today with the
Special
Agent? Did he come up with anything spectacular we amateurs overlooked?” Jordan asked, as he took off his jacket and sat down behind his desk.

Mark didn’t know what the agent had discovered, if anything. The incident by the crime

scene had left him ill at ease. When they’d arrived at the second scene, the agent had looked in his direction and he’d understood he wanted to be left alone again.

Mark told the agent that when he was ready, he could meet him back at the car, unless he

needed him nearby. Montgomery had assured him he’d be fine and immediately turned away to

look at the hallowed gravesite.

He waited in the car for thirty minutes before he caught site of the agent walking with

measured steps toward the car. He waited to see if he stumbled or gave any indication that he needed help. He didn’t notice anything different about him other then the methodical way he made his way toward the car.

Once inside the car, the agent then leaned back in the seat and closed his eyes. His

coloring was almost gray, and his features were etched harshly with tension, particularly around his eyes.

When he made no sound or comment, Mark started the engine and headed away from the

scene. When they arrived outside of his hotel, Montgomery turned toward him.

“I know that you have questions regarding what happened at the crime scenes. I can’t

give you any answers. I’m sorry. And I would ask that what happened stay between us.”

“I’m not sure what did happen, but whatever it was will stay between us,” Mark had told

the agent. Now, as he looked across at his partner he wasn’t sure what to say so he opted for the safe route. “He went over the scenes and kept any findings to himself, if he had any. I’m sure if he ‘finds’ anything we’ll be the first to know,” Mark laughed.

“Yeah, we’ll be the first to know.” Jordan laughed back with a shake of his head. He

glanced at his watch. “I was thinking about heading out early.”

“Oh yeah? Got a hot date?” Mark asked, with a knowing look.

“As a matter of fact, I do. She’s a friend of Maya’s.”

“Really? And who’s that?” Mark asked with genuine interest.

“Do you remember the woman Maya was sitting with the night at Hooligans? What am I

talking about? You were in such a rush to get out of there you don’t remember anything else but getting your woman home, right?” Mark’s sheepish grin was answer enough.

“Well her name is Arlinda Nyoni--Arlee to her friends. When the two of you abandoned

us, I made my way over to the young lady’s table and introduced myself. Me being me, I got a date for tonight out of the deal. It ended up being all right that you ditched me, man. I’m sure Miss Arlee will more than make up for it,” Jordan finished with a wolfish expression.

“Sorry about that. But listen Jordan about Maya’s friend. I’m not sure how close she is to

Maya, but uh…” He didn’t know how to ask his friend to be a gentleman with the woman. He

and Jordan had partied together, and he knew how his best friend operated. How he himself had operated before meeting Maya.

“Don’t worry. I won’t do anything to her she doesn’t want done.” Jordan laughed. “You

know me, Mark. I like to have fun, and by the way Arlee talked, it’s all she wants too. She and Maya may be friends, but I have a feeling they’re worlds apart when it comes to having fun.”

Jordan reached over to slap Mark on the back.

“Try to go easy on her, man,” Mark said with a reluctant laugh.

As Mark was raising his hand to knock on the door of Imani House, Dalia was opening it

to leave.

“What are you still doing here? No study session tonight?” he asked, steadying her as she

stumbled into his chest.

Since he’d begun his Friday evening visits, Dalia left early to meet with other students in one of her summer session classes. Usually when he arrived, Dalia had already left for the day.

“Hello, Mark. Yes I am meeting with a few classmates this evening. I stayed a bit later in

the day to help Maya with some paperwork.”

“Is Maya in her office?” Mark asked her.

“No, I do not think so. She is somewhere in the House. She may be in the kitchen with

Jorge going over the proposed menu for the fundraiser.”

“Thanks, Dalia, I’ll find her,” Mark said to her retreating back. Turning back around, he

closed the door and went in search of Maya. He followed the sound of her soft laugh and the delicious aroma. Mark found his quary with her face buried in a covered dish.

She was in the process of peeling back the cloth covering, and eagerly picked up one of

the sliced pieces in preparation of taking a bite of the cheesy wrapped tortilla. Walking quietly behind her, he motioned with his finger for Jorge to be quiet and reached out both arms to hug her from the back, his arms crossing in front of her.

Before she could react beyond a startled jump, he’d taken a large bite of the quesadilla

from her hand, chewing noisily near her ear. After he’d swallowed, he sucked off the cheese that stuck to her fingers with a loud smack.

“Umm. Delicious,” he drew out both words.

“Hey, no fair! Get your own.” Laughing, she turned around in his loose embrace and hit

him on his chest.

As soon as she turned around, he captured her lips with his and shared the taste of the

stolen quesadilla with her. They were so caught up with one another they forgot they weren’t alone until Jorge cleared his throat and laughed.

Breaking apart, Mark sheepishly looked over Maya’s head to see the wide smile spread

across Jorge’s small face. Jorge, as well as the others at the house, had occasionally caught him kissing Maya whenever he thought the two of them were alone. In her office, the kitchen, the counseling rooms, or wherever he could try to sneak one in, he never cared where he was when he kissed her.

Mark let her go reluctantly and reached across to pull the cloth back again to take a deep

breath himself.

“I will make a plate for the both of you and bring it to your office, Doctor Maya. Now get

away from my food and out of my kitchen.” The little man shooed Mark, as well as Maya, out of the way.

“You’re an angel.” Maya kissed him on the cheek before turning to leave the kitchen with

Mark.

He gave Jorge a mock growl after Maya kissed him, making the man’s dusky cheeks

blush at the thought of Mark being jealous of him.

As soon as they reached her office, he closed the door and, leaning her against its solid

frame, gave her a sound kiss of greeting to make up for his aborted attempt in the kitchen. He smoothly parted her soft mouth with his and slipped his tongue inside.

Placing his hand at the back of her head, he pulled off the large covered band that held

her ponytail. Once loosened, he eagerly buried his hands in her hair and lightly massaged her scalp.

“Jorge will be bringing the food any minute,” she mumbled around his kisses. The

transfer of flavors from the sample of food he had eaten heightened her senses, and what had started out as a simple kiss, as usual, burned out of control within seconds.

She allowed her eyes to drift closed as she stood on tiptoe in an effort to get closer to

him. When he kissed her, he fully engaged himself in the process. His hot mouth and aggressive tongue invaded hers by alternately slipping in and pulling out.

He widened his stance and pulled her tighter against his body. She felt her breasts flatten against his chest, her belly flush against his thick penis as he deepened their kiss.

When he released his hold on her mouth and grazed his lips and teeth down the side of

her neck, she groaned. He worked his way down her chest, nuzzling the soft fabric of her blouse apart to gain access to her aching breasts.

He reached between their close fitting bodies with his hands, and unbuttoned her blouse

to fully expose her, as he lifted the twin globes in his hands. As soon as he had full access, he alternated between each tight coral-colored nipple, leisurely pulling them into his mouth. She soon was so wet that she felt the moisture ease past the elastic of her panties on to the top of her thighs and down her legs.

“You always make me feel so good,” she groaned, as he pulled and tugged on her nipples

and she felt the familiar ache, which heralded the coming of an orgasm.

Mark had become in tune to her every sexual need. With little ceremony he grabbed the

back of her head with one hand and her round tight butt with the other. He positioned her mound in perfect alignment with the hard seam of his jeans, as he ground his thick cock against her.

She threw her head back with a low moan. “Ohh. Yes … that’s good. Right there. Right

there, don’t move.” Maya moved against him feverishly, reveling in the feel of his thick erection riding against her clit. He kept his hand steady against her bottom as he alternately allowed her to ride him, while he in turn kept a tight control over her movements.

She let the sensations ride as the storm gathered inside of her body until she released on a long, keening moan. He lowered his head to hers, his mouth swallowing the sounds of her

orgasm, as he too allowed his body to release.

After her body began to quiet down after its turbulent ride, Maya became aware of her

surroundings and a slow burn of embarrassment heated her face as she lowered her forehead to his chest. A moment of silence passed between them as she kept her face down and averted from his.

“This is getting to be a habit,” she groaned, refusing to make eye contact with him.

“Sweetheart,” he laughed huskily. “What’s wrong? There’s nothing for you to feel bad

about. Whatever we share, whenever we share it, is okay because we care for each other and

we’re in a committed relationship.”

Maya was an intensely private person and her newly awakened sexuality was something

she was still coming to terms with. More than the awakening of sexuality was the awakening of an intense sexual appetite she had become aware of.

“I know that. It’s just…” she stopped when someone knocked on her door.

“Dr. Maya I have brought food for you and Detective Mark,” Jorge said from outside the

closed door.

“I know, baby. I will make it my solemn duty to make sure at every opportunity I give

you as much aid as you need to get used to it,” he finished her sentence with a sexy glint in his eye. He moved his eyebrows up and down in comic relief, forcing a reluctant laugh from her.

Mark placed a quick kiss on the top her head and adjusted her clothes before he moved

her out of the way to open the door for Jorge.

He had to adjust his pants before he opened the door, but he knew nothing could disguise

the large bulge in his pants. Or the small wet spot near his zipper. He did the best he could to hide both by standing behind the door as he accepted the tray from the smiling cook.

Maya walked over to her desk to finish straightening her clothes, as she turned back

around she saw he was in the process of placing the food on the small round table. He picked up one of the steaming plates and brought it over to her desk with a smile.

She accepted the plate, and after placing it on her desk, rose on tiptoe to soft kiss the

corner of his mouth. “Thank you,” she said for both the plate of food and his earlier gift of love.

“You’re welcome,” he answered for both with a toothy male grin. After they’d finished

eating, they settled into their Friday night routine of Maya working at her desk finishing up paperwork, while Mark pulled out his laptop to work.

In companionable silence they worked until she glanced up from her computer as she

closed it down.

“All done?” he asked.

“Yep, all done,” she said in satisfaction.

Friday nights most of the residents were up watching a movie, playing cards, or board

games so the house was noisier than on other nights. As they made their way through the house they said goodnight to those who were still up and to the night guard before they left for the evening.

“Mark, earlier you said something odd happened with Agent Montgomery. What did you

mean by that?” Maya asked, as she emerged from her bathroom, her skin underneath her thick

cotton robe still moist from the warm shower she’d taken.

She walked into the bedroom where Mark sat on the edge of her bed nude. It was a sight

she’d gradually become used to. He was supremely confident in his sexuality and nudity and

Maya agreed he had a right to be.

At her approach he stood up to grab her around the waist and pulled her down on the bed

with him taking the brush she held in her hand and placing it on the pillow beside them.

As she laughed, he took the small towel in her hand away from her, and took over the job

of drying her hair. He placed her in front of him as he did so. She leaned her slight body against his bared chest as he began to dry the excess water from her hair.

“You have such beautiful hair, Maya. It’s so curly and soft.” He worked his fingers

through her curls.

“Umm. That feels good. Growing up, I was teased because of my hair,” she said with

closed eyes, enjoying the feel of his fingers on her cleaned scalp.

“Who would make fun of your hair? Your hair is beautiful as well as everything else