Page 32 of Wolf's Whistle
His wolf bucked on the bed. Richard sat up, removed his own boxers and took both of their cocks encircling them in his hands. After applying a little more lotion, he began to stroke them together. “I’m going to come…Rich…aarrdd.”
Both of them spurted all over Richard’s hands, cum spilling over onto the sheet. Richard sprang out of the bed before Julien had a chance to move. “Stay here and I’ll get something to clean us up.”
Richard went into the bathroom, and his jaw dropped. He hadn’t noticed before he was so intent on Julien, but there was a soaking tub, a shower with, it looked like, more than a dozen heads, a vanity, and two large sinks. After washing his hands, he opened the armoire and found a washcloth and a hand towel. Richard ran water into the sink and wet the cloth, wringing it out. He took the cloth and the towel back to Julien who still lay on the bed breathing hard, his face flushed and his eyes shining.
With great tenderness, he kissed his wolf and gently cleaned sticky cum from his chest. He returned to the pedestal sink and rinsed out the washcloth a second time. Richard came back and cleaned their cum from Julien and himself. He dried them both with a soft towel. After making a third trip to the bathroom, he dumped the washcloth and towel into the hamper. A warm flush crept over his face. The laundress would find this tomorrow.
Julien had fallen asleep. His wolf looked peaceful and sated. Richard smiled. He needed a nap himself after all of the excitement. His body still tingled. He set the alarm on his new phone for two hours, cuddled up to his Alpha, putting his hand on his gorgeous chest, and fell asleep.
Chapter Eight
Julien’s Townhouse
Saturday, Late Lunch
The alarm went off at two and Richard was ravenous. Rain pounded the windows. He rolled over to face Julien.
His wolf opened his eyes. “Mon ange, you made me yours without my bite. I will do this to you tomorrow, and I’ll ask one of the others if the knot will form in your mouth. You seem to be hungry. Put on your sweats and we’ll go down to the kitchen.”
Isabel was waiting with some Korean short ribs, rice, and green beans. Richard ate like a man possessed. After the meal, he took three helpings of peach cobbler. Isabel wore a pleased smile.
§ § §
The doorbell rang. Julien got up and leaned over the railing. Detective Murphy stood in the vestibule with a strange man in a tan raincoat and a rumpled gray suit.
Marcel left their uninvited guests downstairs and came up to the kitchen. “Alpha, you and Richard must come downstairs. A detective from Chicago is here to question Richard. Murphy is with him.”
“I know. I saw them. Richard, stay where you are. Marcel, call Armand, then Edward Kellerman, they’ll know what to do.” Julien went downstairs while Richard stayed upstairs and listened in.
“Detective Murphy, who is this stranger you’ve brought to my home.” Julien regarded them with a frown.
Murphy glowered at the other man. “This is Detective Stawski from Chicago.”
Julien continued, “I informed Detective Stawski that he could question Richard with his lawyer present at Edward Kellerman’s office. However, I’ll be gracious and let you stand here instead of out in the rain while we wait for Mr. Kellerman and fifteen witnesses whose statements will confirm Richard’s whereabouts. But I caution you, these men and their husbands run Garou Industries and will not stand being called liars. You might have a libel suit on your hands.”
They waited twenty minutes. Armand and Sean arrived first with Martin, Edward, and Rene. After that, in quick succession came, Rémy, Ian, Marc and Colin, Gabriel and Kane, Alexei and Donal, and Etienne and Julio. Henri was the last to arrive. Every Alpha came with both of his Betas. Finally, Julien let the detectives out of the vestibule and into the house.
Armand stared at Stawski up and down and narrowed his eyes. “I believe my associate told you that Richard was with us at thirty thousand feet at the time of this thug’s death. I have fifteen people here that can attest to that plus sixty-four more. If you are intent on deposing them, I must insist that you do it at Mr. Kellerman’s office. I don’t like lazy policemen who glom on to the first person they find to try to close a case. I am going to have Mr. Kellerman file a motion for harassment. Besides, you have no jurisdiction in New York.”
Detective Stawski waved a paper in front of them. “I have a subpoena here that says that Mr. Kerrigan must come to Chicago to be deposed in this matter, I’m here to take him into custody, and this document says I can. He is a material witness and the last person to see Mr. Kasun alive.”
“Actually, again you have done sloppy police work. Mr. Daurensbourg’s six bodyguards took Mr. Kasun and dropped him off at Lutz’s bar as I’m sure Mr. Lutz will testify,” Edward told him.
“If Mr. Lutz can attest to the fact that he saw Mr. Kasun after Mr. Kasun went to my client’s home and prove it to a New York court, you may not take him across state lines. That subpoena isn’t good in New York unless you can get a New York court to issue one. You have to prove to a judge that you have grounds to detain Richard Kerrigan. Which you don’t.” Edward’s lip curled in a sneer.
“Murphy, get Richard in front of a judge in the next hour. We’ll meet you at court,” Armand told him, his shoulders raised and rigid.
“I don’t know who you are, Mr. Hotshot, but this man is a flight risk, and I’m not leaving until he leaves with me.” Stawski straightened his shoulders.
“Then you’ll wait out in the rain, and follow the car in a taxi,” Julien growled, pointing toward the door.
Marcel showed the Chicago detective outside to wait in the rain while Armand arranged a hearing in front of Judge Booker.
§ § §
An hour later, Armand watched the court proceedings with amusement.
Booker pounded his gavel. “Detective Stawski, you have wasted the court’s time. I have sent these depositions to the Chicago district attorney. I sent this evidence to the DA rather than the assistant district attorney to whom you lied to obtain this subpoena. I forwarded the Chicago DA all sixty-four affidavits from the people on the plane plus those of the Garou Industries Board and their husbands who were in first class with Mr. Kerrigan. Mr. Kellerman has given me depositions from the over sixty witnesses that have sworn that at the time of the murder, Richard Kerrigan was on a jet to New York. The other fifteen witnesses are here in person. Mr. Kellerman has also given me a fax from the Chicago police department saying Mr. Lutz has testified through a signed affidavit to your partner in Chicago. It says that Mr. Kasun was brought to his establishment alive by the six men who said in these affidavits that they did so after he accosted Mr. Kerrigan, and Mr. Kasun was drunk in his bar while Richard was in the air.”
