Murder Most Lovely (Lacetown Murder Mysteries, #1) by Deanna Wadsworth

Author:Deanna Wadsworth
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Deanna Wadsworth
Published: 2022-06-13T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

Michael and Jazz stood up at the same time, the feet of their chairs scraping across the tile floor and startling the elderly couple into quiet huffs of indignation. Michael grabbed their trash from the table and tossed it in the can by the door before they left the parlor.

“I’m not sure I can run in these pants after eating ice cream,” Jazz said with a moan.

“Don’t tell me you’re lactose intolerant,” Michael said over his shoulder as he walked quickly to the corner and darted around it.

“Say it just a little louder. I don’t think they heard you down by the marina.”

“Sorry.” He stepped out into the middle of the road and scanned both sides of the street for any sign of the angry man.

Jazz came up beside him. “Do you see him?”

“Yes, there he is,” he whispered, grabbing Jazz excitedly. “He’s getting into that car!”

Halfway down the block, a bluish gray car started up.

“I wonder if that’s the getaway car from the break-in?” Michael said. “What do you think?”

“No way to know, but if this guy is connected to Dylan’s drugs, a little B&E to try and get them back wouldn’t be a stretch.”

“Indeed.”

“C’mon!” Jazz grabbed his hand, and Michael’s heart skipped with the thrill of the chase and the feel of Jazz’s hand in his. “My ride’s right over there!”

Jazz hurried toward a scooter—cream with blue hibiscus panels—parked by the curb. He threw his leg over the side and turned the key still left in the ignition. Standing on his feet and straddling the scooter, he looked at Michael. “Get on. I think we can catch him.”

Only hesitating a moment, Michael hopped on the tiny seat behind him.

They barely fit, and Michael had to press tightly against Jazz’s warm back and clutch him around his waist to not fly off the back when he took off. The distinct buzz of the engine whirred into the quiet evening.

Though it wasn’t a big rumbling Harley, the bike was fast as it raced up Trout Avenue, the bluish gray car still in sight. Michael’s pulse raced, and the vibration of the engine, coupled with being wrapped around Jazz so tight, gave him an erection. He shifted a bit to get more comfortable, careful not to upset their balance.

Jazz’s soft chuckle reached his ears over the sound of the scooter. “Having fun back there?”

He was grateful for the wind in his face to cool his heated cheeks. Jazz felt Michael’s hard-on. Boldly, Michael tightened his arms around Jazz’s waist and pressed his hips closer. He was bigger than Jazz, his arms longer, and he leaned in to whisper, “Seat’s small, don’t wanna fall off.”

Perched on the very front of the seat, Jazz threw a glance over his shoulder, and they shared a grin, but then his eyes were back on the road. “This was my plan all along, to get you in this position.”

Michael shuddered as a surge of precum leaked from his dick. The heart-stopping thrill of following a potential suspect and the illicit promise of fucking Jazz made it difficult to concentrate.

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