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- Porterville 2. Murder in Porterville 3. Silver Candlesticks
All three stories are stand alone, however, a lot of the same characters from the first book return for more adventures.
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Chapter Seventeen
When Britt crawled out of bed the next morning, his body felt like he hadn't slept at all. He eagerly stepped into a hot shower, hoping it would revive him. He needed to be able to handle whatever was thrown at him today. Truth be told, Britt really wasn't looking forward to having a conversation with his mother. While it was true that he had no problem living his own life, he did have a problem if any decision he made caused Catherine any worry or stress.
Feeling his body relaxing due to the hot needles piercing his skin, Britt shampooed his hair. After rinsing the soap out, Britt began scrubbing his body. The shower door suddenly opened.
Wiping his eyes with his hand, Britt discovered Devon standing in the open doorway.
"Need any help?" Devon asked.
Britt stepped to one side. "I can always use help," he assured Devon.
Naked, Devon stepped inside the large stall. He took the wash cloth from Britt and began rubbing his lover's hairy chest. The soap beaded up in Britt's chest hair, causing the thick curls to mesh into his skin.
Devon continued scrubbing Britt, making his way slowly down the man's body.
Devon's touch was having a double effect on Britt. Along with feeling himself becoming clean, Britt also felt his body responding to Devon's touch.
When Devon reached his lover's crotch, he said, "What's going on down here?"
Britt was becoming aroused, blood beginning to flow into his cock.
Britt leaned over and kissed Devon. "Can't help it, Love. Your touch does this to me every time."
Devon pulled his hand away. "I can stop if you like. I don't want to disturb your shower."
Britt reached out and pulled Devon's hand back to his crotch. "You will not pull away," he said. "In fact, you're going to finish what you started."
"I will have no problem doing that."
Devon finished washing the area and rinsed the soap off. He dropped to his knees.
Britt's body shuddered when he felt Devon's mouth swallow his dick. He felt the tip of his cock brushing against the back of his lover's throat. Britt gave a hard thrust and felt his hairy pubes scratch against Devon's chin.
Devon pulled his mouth off and began licking the head as if it were an ice cream cone. He nibbled the mushroom head greedily for a moment and then brought his lips back down. He sucked the head in and went down all the way, his nose buried in the middle of Britt's hairy crotch.
The movement drove Britt crazy. He began fucking the man's mouth hard, driving his cock back and forth across Devon's wet tongue. The warmth of his lover's mouth was such that it wasn't long before Britt felt his orgasm beginning to rise up from his furry balls.
Britt let out a moan. Another minute or two went by and suddenly he cried out, "I'm going to cum, Babe."
Britt's words sparked Devon to pick up speed and suck the man's dick faster. He felt Britt's cock swell up and anxiously awaited the thick creamy load that he knew was coming his way.
"Fuck!" Britt suddenly cried.
Britt shot a good sized load of cum inside his lover's mouth. When he had finished, he fell forward into Devon's body.
A short time later Devon stood up. He leaned over and kissed Britt on the mouth. He fed some of the cum that was still in his mouth to his lover.
Britt pulled Devon tightly against him as they shared their kiss. When they broke apart, Britt looked down at Devon's cock. It was hard and leaking pre cum. Some of it had attached to Britt's flesh, causing him to feel sticky.
"Let's take care of this," Britt said wrapping his fingers around Devon's thick man tool.
"I'm okay," Devon assured him. "I just wanted to help you. I know that you had a rough time sleeping last night."
Britt shut the water off and reached for a towel. "You might be okay, but I'm not. Let's dry off and head for bed. I really need you to fuck me, Babe."
Devon may have been okay with things the way they were, but at Britt's words, he quickly dried off and headed back into their bedroom. He was already in bed by the time Britt had lubed his ass up and joined him.
Britt pulled Devon to him and the two began kissing. Both men were once more caught up with desire, their fingers traveling over each other's body. It wasn't long before Britt fell to his back and spread his legs.
"Fuck me, Babe," he demanded. "Fill me with your cock. I need you inside of me."
Devon didn't need to be told a second time. He quickly crawled between Britt's legs and pressed the tip of his hard dick against Britt's hairy hole. He rubbed it around the area, feeling ass hair tickling his head.
"For fuck's sake, push it in," Britt groaned.
Pushed in was exactly what Devon did. He pushed inside the hot hole and immediately bottomed out. His bush was kissing Britt's ass, and his furry nut sac was pressed tightly against his lover's flesh.
"God, how I've needed you," Britt groaned. "I love having your dick inside me," he added with another moan.
As Devon fucked him, Britt began rising from the bed, his body matching his lover's thrusts. For a time, he was lost to another world as Devon created a second desire of the day in him. A bomb could have gone off and Britt would have never been aware of it, so lost was he in the magical feeling his lover was creating inside him.
Britt suddenly felt Devon's cock swell up inside his ass. He realized his lover was about to cum.
"Yeah, I feel your dick growing. Shoot that hot load inside my ass."
Britt's words caused Devon's dick to actually grow a little harder. Just before he shot his load, Devon hit the perfect spot, and Britt had the surprise of his life.
"I'm going to cum again," he moaned.
This time his words pushed Devon over the edge. His balls released their load and sent cum inside Britt's hairy ass.
"Oh, God," he groaned.
Just seconds after Devon's release, Britt felt his second orgasm of the day, something that didn't usually happen.
As the two made their way back down to earth, Devon lay on Britt's stomach, neither one speaking. The time they had just shared made speaking unnecessary.
A little later Devon rolled off of Britt and said, "Someone's going to have to take another shower."
Britt turned on his side and faced Devon. "Water's cheap," he said with a grin. He kissed Devon and then rolled off the bed. "For some reason I seem to be very sticky. I can't imagine why."
Britt went into the bathroom and stepped inside the shower followed by Devon.
"I'll leave you alone this time," Devon promised. "After all, you have some place to be this morning."
Britt was suddenly reminded of his promise to sit with Cory at the hospital. The memory also made him think of his mother.
Britt quickly took his second shower and reached for a towel. As he dried his body, Devon stepped under the spray.
"Thanks for reminding me of my visit to Mom."
"I must admit, I don't envy you," Devon said as he began scrubbing his body.
"She'll be okay with my decision," Britt replied. "She has always supported me in anything I have ever done. I know it's going to cause her worry, and that's what bothers me."
"I guess you could have turned down Brian's offer," Devon reminded.
Britt finished drying off and hung his towel on the rack.
"I could have," he agreed. "However, that would happen right after hell froze over."
"That's true," Devon said as he turned the water off. "A fact that even your mother will realize," he added.
"So the bottom line, you think Mom will be alright with my decision?"
"I didn't say that," Devon disagreed. "I just reminded you how your mother would think and how you would react any way. Still, good luck."
The two men dressed for their day and went downstairs to the breakfast Edna would have ready for them.
As they were leaving the house later, Devon asked how long he thought Britt would be at the hospital.
"I'm thinking probably one or two o'clock. Brian told me he would have some relief for me early this afternoon. Which will work out well. Mom should be home about that time from the senior center."
"I could drop by the house for moral support," Devon suggested.
"Yes, you could," Britt agreed.
"But I won't," Devon said with a grin. "You're a big boy. You can take care of yourself."
Britt leaned over and gave Devon a kiss. "Just in case I can't, remember how much I loved you."
"You're going to milk this for all it's worth, aren't you?"
"I'm trying," Britt said with a big grin.
They got into separate cars and headed out to set their day in motion. Devon had a meeting with his company board, and Britt had a date with his laptop and a patient at the hospital.
"Who says that living in a small town is more peaceful than city living?" he thought as he drove into Porterville.
Chapter Eighteen
Britt pulled into the hospital parking lot and carrying his laptop, hurried inside the building. When he stepped inside the detective's hospital room, Britt smiled at the police officer sitting beside Cory's bed.
"I don't believe we've met. My name's Britt Williams. I'm your relief." Britt offered the officer a handshake.
The officer introduced himself as Peter Nelson. "The Chief told me you would be here." Nelson returned the handshake.
Britt looked at Cory lying there in the hospital bed. "Still no change?" he asked shaking his head.
"None," the officer replied. "They've come in all through the night and checked his vitals. The nurse says his body is working the way it should. The doctor was in around seven o'clock to check him. Although he's puzzled why the detective hasn't regained consciousness, he says he's not worried just yet. Cory's brain took quite a blow. Pierce said there wasn't any fluid. He's dropping back by around noon. If no change has occurred, he said he'd consider another type of treatment."
"Thank you for watching over him. You look exhausted. Go home and get some rest. My plans are to be here until sometime this afternoon."
The officer left, and Britt took the man's seat. He opened his laptop and began writing the first chapter of his new book. With his outline finished, the words flowed easily from his fingers, the keys quickly printing the words on the computer screen.
Britt found himself immediately caught up in the beginning plot. He had spent a good amount of time working the details out, and now his hard work was paying off. So lost was he in the plot that he was startled when a nurse came into the room.
"How's the patient?" she asked walking over to Cory's bed.
Looking up from his laptop, Britt said, "There's been no change since I've been here. Shouldn't he be awake by now?"
The nurse nodded. "I would have thought so. However, Dr. Pierce isn't worried yet. He said Mr. Manner's body is functioning normally. There was a heavy blow to the head. This young man was very lucky to survive such an attack."
The nurse checked the detective over carefully and said, "If he's not awake in another hour or so, I am going to give the doctor a call. Please let me know if you see any change at all."
Saying that, the nurse left the room, leaving Britt alone with his work and an unconscious detective. Britt was starting to get worried about his new friend. He hoped like hell that Pierce knew what he was doing.
Another hour passed by, and Britt was coming to the end of the first chapter of his book. He was pleased at the way everything came together. Often he found the first chapter the hardest because working however many sub plots there were together could sometimes be difficult.
"Britt?"
Britt looked up from his laptop and discovered Cory's eyes looking his way.
He jumped to his feet and stood beside the detective's bed. He smiled at his new friend.
"Welcome back." Britt gave the man's shoulder a pat.
Cory blinked his eyes and asked, "What happened?"
"You took quite a blow on the head, my friend. I need to let the nurse know that you're awake." Britt punched the call button and asked the nurse to come into the room.
When the nurse came in and saw that her patient was awake, she immediately put a call into Dr. Pierce. That done, she began checking Cory, making sure everything was alright with him.
"How do you feel?" she asked the detective.
"Other than a horrendous headache, I guess okay."
The nurse checked all of his vital signs and said, "Everything looks good. "However, I can't give you anything for the headache until the doctor gets here. He's on his way."
When the nurse left the room, the detective turned to Britt and asked, "What the hell happened to me, Britt?"
"What do you remember?" Britt asked.
Cory appeared to be in deep thought for a moment. "I can't remember. And trying is making my head hurt even more."
"Then don't," Britt hastened to assure him. "I'm sure it will all come back in time. Wait until the doctor gets here. I'm going to step out into the hall and give Brian a call. He needs to know that you're back with us."
Outside the room, Britt punched Brian's cell number in on his phone and waited for the chief to answer.
"Hey, Brian. Just wanted to let you know that Cory's awake."
Brian was glad to hear that and asked Britt if the detective could explain what had happened to him.
Britt told him that Cory didn't remember adding, "I think he will in time. Right now he has a headache from hell, but we have to wait on the doctor to get here. The nurse seems to think he'll prescribe some type of pain reliever."
"Thank God he's okay," Brian said. "Britt, can you stay with him a little longer? I should have someone to relieve you in an hour or two."
"No problem, Brian. I can stay as long as you need me."
"Thanks. I do not want Cory left alone for any reason. Awake or not, he could still be in real danger."
"I agree. I won't leave until your relief arrives."
"Most likely it will be Vaughn," Brian assured him.
"Oh?"
"No worry," Brian said. "I had a nice talk with him this morning. I think he sees things differently now."
Britt soon ended his phone conversation and returned to the detective's room. He hoped Brian was right about Chris Vaughn. Britt had no doubt the police officer resented him and his presence when it came to police business.
While Cory rested, his eyes closed, Britt returned to his laptop. He had finished the chapter and decided while the detective was resting, it would be a good time for him to edit the story. Britt always did the first proof read before he sent an emailed copy to his editor in Oklahoma City.
Britt was deep into his work when he heard a knock. Looking up from his laptop, he discovered Nathan Brown, the Beacon's photographer, standing in the doorway.
"Yes?"
The man walked into the room. "My name is Nathan Brown," the photographer said introducing himself.
"Yes, Nathan, I know who you are. You work for Sam Taylor. You also took my sister-in-law's wedding pictures."
"That's right, I remember that. Very nice wedding, I might add."
"What can I do for you, Nathan?"
"Sam has sent me here to see if I can interview Mr. Manners." Nathan was carrying a professional camera. He sat it on the one of the empty chairs in the hospital room.
Hearing the photographer's voice, Cory opened his eyes.
Nathan reached out his hand and introduced himself to the detective. "I would like very much to have a short talk with you, Mr. Manners."
Britt was quick to move into action. Standing to the side of the bed, he said, "I'm sorry, Nathan, but I cannot let you do this. Not without Chief Poteet's permission."
"It was Sam's idea for me to come," Nathan repeated. "I know that he thinks highly of you. He's sang your praises many times since I've come to work for him."
"Sam knows the same goes for me as well," Britt replied. "Sam was very helpful with one of my previous books. Still, even at Sam's request, I'm sorry, but I can't allow you to interview Mr. Manners. My suggestion is for you to go visit the Chief. Have him give me a call, and if the detective feels like talking with you, I'll be okay with it."
"I can appreciate your concern," Nathan said. "However, looking at the patient, I find it difficult believing a short interview would be harmful to him."
"All the same, I wish you would drop by the police station and have a visit with Chief Poteet."
"Why don't I just interview you then, Mr. Williams? I'm sure you can provide me with a story. Mr. Manners doesn't have to even be involved if you think talking with cause him harm."
"Mr. Brown, I have nothing to say. I'm only here to keep Mr. Manners company. A request made by Brian Poteet," Britt added.
The photographer leaned over and quickly picked up his camera. "I'll just take a quick picture then and be on my way."
Brown held the camera so he could get a picture of Cory in his hospital bed.
Britt moved quickly and snatched the camera out of Brown's hands.
"What the hell?" Brown exclaimed. "What give you the right?"
"I give him whatever right that he needs for my patient's safety."
Britt and the photographer both turned and saw Doctor Pierce standing just inside the doorway.
"Sir, you need to leave," Pierce said with a determined look showing in his eyes. "My patient is not going to speak with you. At least not at this time," the doctor added.
"We'll see about this." Brown took back his camera. "We'll see what the Chief of Police has to say about this."
"By all means, yes," Britt called as the irate young man quickly left the hospital room.
Doctor Pierce walked over to his patient's bedside. "I understand our patient has awakened from his long nap."
At the doctor's words, Cory Manners opened his eyes. He gave the doctor a weak smile.
"So you're my doctor," he said weakly.
"I'm Doctor Pierce." The doctor gave Cory's shoulder a light pat.
Doctor Pierce pulled a small flashlight from his pocket and turned it on. He examined first one and then the other of Cory's eyes. He studied them each one for a moment or two.
"How's your vision, young man?" the doctor asked.
"Clear now," Cory answered. "When I first work up things were a little blurry. That didn't last very long."
"Good. I'm not surprised you didn't see too clearly at first. We took X-rays of your head. Although you took one heck of a blow, there doesn't seem to be any permanent damage. Mr. Manners, I must tell you that you were very lucky that your injuries weren't any worse than they were. Do you know what happened?"
"At the moment, no, I don't," Cory answered. "My head is pounding, and trying to remember only makes it hurt worse."
"I apologize for that," Doctor Pierce said. "I'm going to leave an order with the desk for you to have some pain medication. You should feel better soon."
"How long will I be in the hospital?"
Doctor Pierce looked at Britt before answering his patient. Receiving a nod from Britt, the doctor turned to the detective and said, "I'd like to keep you here at least another day. Just to make sure nothing turns up from your injuries. Do you have a place to stay? I know you are from Little Rock. For the time being, I do not want you driving, let alone travelling back to Arkansas."
"Cory is staying with Devon and me," Britt told the doctor. "He has been ever since he's been in Porterville."
With a nod, Pierce said, "Good. If you have a place to go, I will be more willing to release you tomorrow sometime. As I say, depending on the next twenty-four hours."
The doctor asked Cory if he had any more questions for him. When the detective told him he didn't, Pierce said, "I'll leave you in Mr. Williams' capable hands. I'm going to write the order now for you to have something for your pain."
Doctor Pierce left the room leaving Britt alone with his new friend.
"Britt, can I ask you something?" Speaking the words, Cory turned his head slowly until he could see Britt's face.
"Of course. Anything," Britt added.
"Did something strike you as odd about that photographer's visit?"
"Sort of," Britt answered. "Especially at the way he kept insisting on talking with you."
"When he first arrived, I could hardly think straight. Truthfully, I was wishing he would just get the hell out of my room. He was irritating me. I just wanted him gone. However, now that I've had a little time to think about it, I find his visit a little peculiar."
"Exactly," Britt agreed. "I'm going to stop by and see Brian later this afternoon. I'm anxious to see what he has to say about Brown's visit. I know without a doubt what he will tell the photographer. He'll declare a visit to you off limits for now and won't have any problem pushing the issue should Brown demand an interview with him the way he did with me."
A light lunch was served to Cory at noon. When the nurse brought it in, she asked if she could get something for Britt. He thanked her, saying he would pick up something when he left the hospital.
"Are you leaving?" Cory asked as he uncovered his lunch tray.
"Yes, but not before someone comes to relieve me."
"I'll be alright," Cory hastened to assure Britt.
"You probably would be, but Brian would have my ass if I left and you had another visitor like that photographer. Besides, I think Chris Vaughn will be here a little later."
"I can hardly wait," Cory said. "I think I'd much rather take my chances with the photographer."
"According to Brian we should see a different side of Vaughn this time." Britt gave the detective a wide grin.
"I'm sure he's going to resent having to babysit me."
"Hopefully not. Maybe having him here will help motivate you to behave so you can leave the hospital tomorrow. If I were you, I would much rather have Wallace and Edna looking after me. They have very efficient nursing skills. Just ask Mom. They treated her very well while she was staying with us."
Britt finished his editing and closed his laptop. "Now, how about eating your delicious lunch before it gets any colder?"