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  Lydia closed the door and went to the phone, deciding again to do something instead of staying idle. David answered the phone almost immediately and Lydia started with, “Charles Douglass came to see me.”

  “Oh, that was unexpected,” David said from the other side of the phone line. “What did he want?”

  “He asked me to leave his family alone,” she answered. “It seems that he is ready to accept the situation as it is, just to have his son back.”

  “What did you say?”

  “I promised him not to disturb the family, but I said that I will continue to look into the case,” Lydia said. “Anyway, can we meet, I need to speak to you about all this in person?”

  “Sure, but tomorrow is my day off. You will have to come to my hut in the woods. I will send you the directions.” Lydia could tell he was smiling into the phone.

  “Okay, just tell me how to reach you?”

  Chapter 28

  The man saw her when she was at only few meters from him, but didn’t show any surprise. David put his computer down and cleared his arms from the grass stuck on them. Lydia simply stood there, watching him and trying to convince her traitorous body that she should go away.

  David approached her slowly, his eyes never leaving hers, but once again saying nothing. Lydia watched the handsome man moving forward, getting closer to her step by step and stepped back. She didn’t, however, consider the area and shortly after that her back hit the nearby tree. David followed her and leaned in close, until their noses almost touched.

  “So, we met again?!” He whispered huskily and Lydia could feel her body thrumming with excitement, adrenaline pumping through her veins, her heart beating fast and unruly. This close, she could smell David’s expensive aftershave, mixed with the scent of sweat and earth. That was making her heady and dangerously high.

  She shook her head and defiantly stated, “What did you expect, we live in the same city and work on the same case…” Lydia then moved her hands to push the man away, but his hands gently pushed her back against the tree. David took both of her wrists and pinned them to her sides with his two strong hands. The man drew closer, his lips hovering just above Eve’s soft pink ones.

  Without further warning, David leaned forward and claimed Lydia’s lips in a sweet kiss. There was a lot of finesse in that kiss, and Eve was gently forced to open her own wide, so that David could explore her mouth. The man slowly pushed his thigh in between her legs and grinded it softly against her middle. Lydia gasped in shock at the bold move, giving him even better access to her mouth. David dove deeper, stroking every surface his eager tongue could reach and turning his head to the side, to reach even deeper.

  The shock and sudden desire made Lydia forget that she should be fighting to get free and she let the strong man manhandle her freely. When David felt her gave in, he let go of her hands and used his own to caress her body. His lips released hers bruised ones and moved to kiss her neck, which Lydia unconsciously tilted for him to have better access. She tried to say something at that point, but Lydia found out that she was already out of breath, just from being touched and kissed.

  The man stopped abruptly and Lydia felt disappointment filling her from inside. David, however, didn’t let go of her, but simply spoke into her wet and tender skin. “Do you want me to stop?”

  The question surprised both of them, but Lydia wasn’t making the same mistake again. This time they knew who they were and there was going to be a lot more explanations to give after the fact. Lydia tried to get her breathing under control and spoke softly into his ear. “No…”

  David then looked up to her, his eyes wild and his lips curving into a slight grin. She expected him to say something, but he had other ideas. The man took her hand and tugged her towards a fallen tree, hidden well inside the woods. Before Lydia could find her voice and ask what he was doing, David opened the zipper of her jeans and tugged the material down her long and slender legs.

  In no time at all she was seated in David’s lab, thankful that the long hems of her shirt covered her naked thighs. David claimed her lips in another heated kiss, while running his hand over her body. She could feel them roaming over her back and descending lower to her backside. The kiss was sucking the oxygen out of her lungs, leaving her lightheaded and disoriented. It was too much and too little, all at once.

  Lydia kissed him back with all the anger and passion of the last two days, telling him through her lips all the things she didn’t have the courage to say before. David answered her by touching her breast and moving his lips to kiss her cheeks and neck. His hands lifted her a little and removed the last piece of cloth that was protecting her most private place.

  She could feel how hard he was under her, as he had seated Lydia with her legs hanging on one side. She moved slightly, as if adjusting her position and heard him moan into her skin. With trembling hands, Lydia unlatched his belt and opened one by one the buttons of his jeans. The man gave her the necessary space and watched through half closed eyes her moves. When Lydia hesitated, David removed her hands and finished the work himself, tugging at the jeans and at the boxers under them.

  His erection sprang free from its restriction and David gently lifted her body with both of his hands. He slighted in easily and Lydia cried in ecstasy at that feeling of him inside her. She knew what was going to happen, but still, when David penetrated her, it came as a surprise for her.

  They kissed again, this time with more passion than before. Lydia was clinging to him as if her life depended on him and David was gently lifting her body and lowering it down. Their rhythm wasn’t perfect, but it was all they needed at the moment. Inside those woods, they were just two people fallen victims to their primal desires. All the previous problems, fears, questions were forgotten. All that mattered was their passion and the pleasure that came with it.

  Lydia shivered when his hand touched the heated skin under her shirt. She turned her head to the side and kissed the bulging muscles of his arm. The man was doing all the work, making her feeling precious and used all at once. Lydia kissed his shoulder and gradually moved up to his ear. She dipped the tip of her tongue inside, licking and biting the tender flesh there, until David was shaking with desire.

  David increased the rhythm of his strokes, providing just the right amount of friction and bringing Lydia close to the end. She was quickly losing herself in ecstasy, moaning louder for more and holding hard onto him. David smiled at her enthusiasm and buried himself deep inside her. Lydia’s mouth opened in a voiceless scream, her neck arching back in a beautiful bow.

  The position wasn’t permitting them to hold onto each other the way they wanted to, and with a frustrated growl, David embraced her with both of his hands, moving his lower body from side to side. The new sensations made Lydia pull his head back down with a firm grip on his hair, tilting his head to the side, so that she could kiss him breathless. The kiss silenced David’s moans and Lydia’s whimpers.

  She, however, could tell that he was close by the way the man was trembling and holding onto her. The waves of pleasure hit her by surprise, just when David went all rigid under her and filled her with his seed. The man leaned forward, resting his forehead against Lydia’s left shoulder, as she leaned heavily against his chest. They were both too lost in their own pleasure to speak.

  With time their harsh pants settled to Lydian breaths and David once again lifted her body, sliding out of her. In silence, they cleaned up as much as possible with the few napkins Lydia had in her bag and dressed quickly. Lydia tried to stay with her back turned to him, fighting the urge to run as fast as possible. Now that her passion has been satisfied, she was able to think again and the fear returned.

  David watched her, thinking pretty much the same things she was. What happened to his decision to stay away from her? What happens now? How could he possibly have been so stupid?

  But then Lydia turned and he saw the fear in her eyes.

  David took the distance between them in two quick
steps and with hands on her shoulders kept her in place. He then leaned forwards, kissing Lydia nice and slow, his body telling her all the unsaid things between them. When he pulled back, Lydia’s eyes were closed and his were filled with promises, he wasn’t ready to make. David put a final kiss on the side of her mouth and smiled sadly at the question in her eyes.

  “I think we have established that it would be difficult to keep away from each other.”

  “Is that going to make it difficult to work together?” Lydia asked and smiled at his negative nod.

  Chapter 29

  “Are we going to talk about it?” David asked later that same night. He couldn’t bear not knowing what would be coming next.

  “About what? Do you mean about Stanley Douglass case?” Lydia faked ignorance and continued to prepare their dinner.

  “I deserve that...” The man said softly. “But, please talk to me.”

  “David, wasn’t that the reason I came here?” Lydia asked instead.

  “Yes, God yes. I don’t think I can survive another day like today,” the man exclaimed. “I am so tired from this case. I simply cannot wait for it to be over.”

  “If you wanted to spice up our love life, why didn’t you just say so?”

  “You are mixing the problems here...” David’s voice trailed away, forcing Lydia to look his way.

  “We can forget about all this for a while, David.”

  “I know that, Lydia,” he said. “I simply felt so powerful for the first time in my life that everything seemed possible to me.”

  “What changed your mind, then?” Lydia moved away from the sink and went to sit down on the table in front of him.

  “When I saw you coming my way in the woods, coming to me, all I could think about was that I wanted you and no-one else.”

  “You got scared that I might go home with another man,” Lydia stated ironically.

  “No... Okay, yes, the very thought of you with someone else scared me,” David admitted.

  “How do you think I feel every time you look at me?” For the first time Lydia let her feelings control her. “I have had so many bad experiences with men that I am still afraid to trust you...”

  David watched her stunned. It had never passed his mind that Lydia would look at things that way. But, what she was saying was true. She had really had horrible experiences and now she was trusting him.

  “I know that you want honesty,” he tried again. “I love you even more because of that fact...”

  “Do you really have any idea what love really is?”

  “Yes,” David said firmly. “Love is what I feel for you. Love is that powerful feeling that makes me care more about your wellbeing than about mine. It is what made me fight so much for you at the beginning...”

  “If you really think so, why didn’t you ever say it?”

  “I told you, I am also afraid,” David said exasperated. “I felt powerful and able to do anything...”

  “But, we still cannot solve the case of Stanley Douglass?”

  “No,” he cried out. “That case is going to be the death of me...”

  “Believe me, David,” Lydia said firmly. “We would find the truth. We both need that so that we can feel whole and start believing in ourselves again.”

  “Do you think we would have another chance?”

  “Yes.” Lydia said firmly. “I think that the Douglass family is hiding something from us. I still cannot put my finger on it, but I still think that something is not right about this entire case.”

  “I feel the same, Lydia,” David said with a smile. “But, if they are unwilling to tell us there is little we can do to change that.”

  “Isn’t it possible for you to make them speak?”

  “No, it would be police harassment to insist in this situation,” David shock his head. “Charles and Vivian had become my friends during the last ten years, but even I cannot ask them to abandon their last hope to be a family again.”

  “But, could you do something? There must be something you can do?”

  “Okay, okay, I will see what I can do” David agreed reluctantly to indulge her further.

  Chapter 30

  That same night, Stanley left his house through the window and took a taxi to the center of the city. He needed to get away from his small room and too affectionate parents.

  At the gay bar he entered, he had made a few friends already. That was why Rick nudged him and whispered into his ear as soon as he sat on the table. He glanced at him, a wide smile spreading on his face as he looked around. In the end, all three men on the table they nodded. Wide wicked smiles graced their features. A devious glint was visible in Rick’s eyes. Oh, Stanley was in for this one.

  “Spill a drink on that man right there, and tease him if you can.” Rick pointed to a man in a black expensive suit waiting by the bar.

  Rick’s smile was so wide that Stanley couldn’t help shivering. Rick had something bad planned for him; so much for being a friend of his. Stanley turned back to the bar to see who it was. His back was towards them, so Stanley couldn’t make out who it was. He frowned.

  When the man turned slightly, Stanley gasped. His friends wanted him to spill a drink on a very cute man, handsome and mysterious by the looks of it.

  “Are you guys crazy?” Stanley looked at them, his eyes as wide as saucers. “What if he gets angry and decides to kill me?”

  “Come on, you’ll be teasing him later. Play it all innocent,” Rick said.

  Stanley looked between his new friends and him, unsure of what to do. He pleaded with them silently with his eyes, but they just grinned at him. His friends made waving motions with their hands, their eyes urging him to go forward and do it.

  Stanley sighed, his heart pounding as he made his way towards the bar. Uncertainty and regret swirled inside him, and uncertainty due to his inexperience and regret due to choosing to come here in the first place.

  Stanley swore under my breath, as he sat by the bar beside the man. He ignored the man, not giving him a glance as Stanley waited for the bartender to look his way.

  “What will it be?” The young bartender smiled at him, a dimple on his face. He reminded Stanley of someone from his past a bit.

  “Beer, please.” Stanley smiled back.

  He obediently put some beer in a glass, and placed it in front of him. The drink looked magnificent, and it was shame Stanley wasn’t going to be drinking that.

  “Classy choice.” A voice commented from his right. Stanley looked to see the man’s teal green eyes boring into his. His deep voice was a delight to listen to.

  Stanley nodded, not knowing whether he was being sarcastic or not. Sarcasm or not, Stanley was going to do something really out of his style and to the last person he would have ever considered to bathe in beer.

  As Stanley took his glass from the bartender, he turned to the right. The preparations for his carefully-planned accident were making him even more nervous. He could do it. He will do it. God save him.

  Stanley hit the man’s leg with his deliberately, dropping his glass over the front of his suit. It effectively drenched his white shirt too. “Oh, shit!”

  The man jumped, cursing under his breath, pulling his shirt from his body, trying to prevent the liquid from touching his skin. It was too late though. The liquid had already begun to drip down his body.

  “I’m so sorry!” Stanley jumped upright too, grabbing a tissue from the table.

  Stanley was biting his lip in nervousness. He had never had to do anything like this before. So much for being more adventurous and ready to face new challenges. He was stepping right out of her comfort zone. What was he thinking? The dare! That’s it; he was proving to his new friends and himself that he could do anything he set his mind to.

  “What is wrong with you?” His eyes blazed for a second before calming down. Stanley’s panic set in.

  There were two types of reactions people show when they are angry. One is to burst out in anger. The other is to r
emain steely calm. The steely calm ones were more dangerous, as you could never tell what they were thinking. They encased their emotions in a shell, everything locked away.

  Stanley took the tissue, hovering in front of his suit. He bit his lip, trying to act somewhat seductive, hoping to take his mind off of what Stanley had just done.

  The tissue grazed his suit, and Stanley started wiping away the beer, his eyes not breaking contact from those exotic, teal green ones. He inhaled sharply. It was working.

  “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to spill the drink on you.” Stanley said softly, licking his lip.

  Stanley placed the tissue on his white shirt, making a circular motion of wiping the shirt. His breath hitched in his throat as he gulped slowly. The man gave Stanley a reaction, one Stanley definitely wasn’t expecting. He smiled, actually he smirked at him. He wasn’t angry, he was smirking at him.

  He turned Stanley around suddenly, before he could comprehend what was happening. Stanley’s back was pressed against his, partially resting on the table behind him. Stanley looked at him in shock. His eyes were unreadable, but his smirk indicated something else altogether.

  “Yes, you did. You meant to spill it on me,” he said, his smirk growing wider.

  How did he know? As if sensing Stanley’s unspoken question, he replied, “Your friends were loudly gushing over how hot it would be if you spilled the drink on me, and how it would be the first time they’d see you act seductive. Didn’t you hear it?”

  Stanley shook his head. Too distracted to answer. The man leaned forward, his face inches from Stanley’s.

  “A good attempt, really. But not good enough,” he whispered, sending goose bumps over Stanley’s body. Stanley shivered, and the man smirked even more.

  “What’s your name, sweetheart?” he asked Stanley, flashing him a wide smile.

  The man was enjoying the effect he was having on Stanley. He was winning. Stanley knew it. The man knew it. Stanley was going to prove him wrong. Stanley had a carnal desire to do something he had never done this deliberately. Stanley wanted to be wild for once, to be the one controlled by the other.