Integrity Has No Bounds by Ryder Dane

and grieve his loss. She never wanted him to feel like a
failure, or less than the wonderful loving brother that she knew
she could count on to always be there if she needed him. Now it was
too late for her to tell him she loved him, or anything else, and
she was mad.
    Leon had reason, opportunity, and plenty of
motive for killing Harry, and she was going to make that bastard
pay. She looked toward John who was drinking a beer and watching
her.
    “If you have a few minutes to wait, I’d like
to run something by you, maybe you can help me gather my thoughts
about something.” She perched herself on the stool next to him, and
gathered her thoughts.
    “After Harry’s death, I had so much on my
plate that I never questioned whether the accident was legitimate,
I didn’t question the bag of ashes they gave me and told me that
his body had been burned beyond normal procedures, and the coroner
had declared that he died of an accidental death.
    “I admit, I was stupid, it never occurred to
me that officials would lie to me, or try to cover up the death of
a biker. Six months after his death, I opened this report I had
requested, and saw the pictures of the accident scene. No matter
which angle I looked at the wreckage, I couldn’t see a ding or a
bent fork, there was no exploded gas tank either. It showed his
plate very clearly, but I have studied that picture for over a
year, and I still don’t believe it was an accident. When I went to
the police, I was shuffled from one deputy to another until Sheriff
Lime told me to stop trying to make Harry’s death into more than it
was. He all but banned me from the station and recommended that I
see someone to “unscramble” my brains on the subject.
    “My question to you is this, Leon was dealing
drugs from the bar, and Harry fired him for it. Harry dies in what
I think are questionable circumstances, and Leon shows up at the
bar acting like nothing had happened, as if he was still an
employee. Going by logic, not emotional distress, would it be
reasonable for me to suspect that Leon killed Harry, dumped the
bike, then set fire to his body and bike to cover up his
murder?”
    John nodded his head, but he was on shaky
ground here, so he agreed with her, after all, her thoughts were
similar to what had actually happened, loosely, but her theory
could also work to satisfy her questions.
    “In theory, I guess it would be reasonable to
assume what you’re thinking, but proving it is another story. All
you have is hearsay evidence and that isn’t going to cut it.”
    He stood and turned the seat she sat on to
face him while he ran both hands through her hair. “I thought about
you all day, the way you taste, the generous way you give me your
body, right down to the way your pussy squeezed the cum from my
prick this morning. It’s kept me simmering for more all this
time.”
    Switching gears from the murder of her
brother to the memory of last night’s activities took a few seconds
to shift, but the way he was kissing her lips, tugging her head
back for deeper kisses, soon put everything else on the back
burner. He smelled so good, and his kiss promised more than she’d
expected. If she read them right, he was promising a night of
satisfying sex, and if last night was any indication of how this
could go, she would sleep like a baby when they were done. No
nightmares for two nights in a row.
    She was almost looking forward to sleeping in
his arms more than the sexual release, feeling secure and… Loved
would be stretching it, but whatever those feelings were, she’d
known she could trust him. His way of waking her up this morning
had iced the cake for her.
    Her hands went exploring under his cut and
found a hardened nipple covered by the soft cotton of his t-shirt.
She scraped her fingernail over the tip, and he flinched, so she
did it again, and he drew away from her just enough to grab her
hand and bring it up behind her back.
    “You keep that up, and I’ll slide your ass