See Dick Run by Kassanna Page B

her hands skimmed his shoulders, she’d dug her nails in and clung on when he’d plundered her mouth. If he tried hard enough he could still remember the faint taste of Champagne and dark chocolate.  Kever could feel his cock hardening from the memories. He opened his eyes to the bright sun and lowered his head to peer in the direction she’d walked.
    An unexpected slap to the shoulder made him take a step forward. His partner, Bubba, stepped around him, shaking his head.
    “You do realize, son, that pissing her off doesn’t help your cause?” Bubba smirked.
    “She needs to think about her safety.”
    “Uh-huh. I think you like pushing her buttons. You forget I know your mama and she would have clocked you with her wooden spoon for that last comment. I swear, Kever, you and Moira act like you’re both in elementary school.” Bubba pulled out a cigarette and lit it. He took a hefty puff and blew a ring of smoke.
    “I thought you were stopping after that cancer scare.”
    “Don’t change the subject, and let an old man enjoy his hard earned habits. So Dustin bit the dust. Can’t say I’m sorry, although I would like to know where he buried all his wives.”
    “It doesn’t feel right, Bubba. I mean, why call Moira out here, just to jump into the bayou, a place known for its gator infestation?” Kever combed his fingers through his hair.
    “We may never know and because you pissed her off, our only witness may not tell.” Bubba’s sigh was a weary one.  He took a long draw on his cigarette, holding the smoke in before releasing it on an exhale. He dropped the butt to the gravel and ground it under his heel. “I’ll go and talk to her. Try and undo some of the damage you inflicted.”
    “Gimme a break! Go see if maybe we can get the divers to drag the canal’s bottom with a boat. I’ll talk to Moira and I’ll even be nice.”
    “Maybe another time, son. I’d really hate to have to arrest her for shooting you—” Bubba started.
    “She wouldn’t.” Kever turned to look at her car.
    “Yes, Kever, I believe she would.” Bubba shook his head as he walked in Moira’s direction.
    Kever moved toward the collapsed structure and stared into the water that was lapping at the wood. He was missing something and he could feel it, an uncomfortable twinge at the back of his mind. Dustin had no reason to commit suicide; there wasn’t enough evidence to arrest him. It was a purely circumstantial case. Granted, the media was crucifying him and had dubbed him the Valentine ’s Day widower. A play on words since they couldn’t technically call in a black widow. He kicked at a stone and a shower of pebbles sprayed into the murky sound. Beyond the splashes, a gator surfaced, a baby at only three feet. He pursed his lips. Moira was lucky he’d arrived when he did. That woman, he didn’t understand her, she insisted on being a private detective and even he could admit she was a good one. But no, could she stick to the cheating husband cases or the occasional theft?
    The woman infuriated him and made his mouth water at the same time. She kept her dark hair straight with a part down the middle. In the sun he noticed it was more of a reddish brown and framed a heart shaped face with an extremely stubborn chin. She was a little taller than average height and favored high heeled boots. If he was honest, her legs looked damn good in them. Especially when she wore the faded jeans that clung to her hips like a second skin. Speaking of which, Moira had the softest bronze-colored skin he’d ever felt.
    He glanced over his shoulder. His partner was waving his hands and laughing. Probably entertaining her with one of his many stories and putting her at ease. Kever returned his gaze to the channel. Bubba apparently had a way with women that he was lacking. He snorted. That was doubtful. More like he had a way with Moira, and Kever would give his eye teeth to get her to look at him with such glee. He looked at the gator