Written In Stone

Her breasts pressed against him, her body molded to his as if made for him, made to the exact specifications of his body, and memories of the dream lovemaking floated through her head in time with the music.
     
     
    Gavin held her to him. Felt his heart and her heart beating in perfect rhythm. Her breasts crushed against him, the scent of her hair assaulting his senses. He could feel her fingers moving on his shoulders, over his back, curling his hair around them. He closed his eyes and let the music carry them as the memory of their lovemaking came back to him. He knew the thoughts were hers as well as his, she was remembering too, and Gavin could feel his body begin to react to her. Opening his eyes, he danced her through the crowd, then scooped her up, and disappeared through the open French doors and into the gardens.
    Paper lanterns illuminated the walkway, and Gavin followed it down the stairs, through the rose garden, and past the fountain into the darkness. Taking her away from the crowds, where they could barely hear the music, he set her next to him on a bench beneath two pear trees.
    "Angie," he said softly. Cupping her face in both his hands, he lowered his face to hers. Angie drew a breath, her tongue flicking over her lips just before his lips touched hers.
    Opening her mouth to him, their tongues met, mating on their own. The kiss spiraled into wild abandon quickly as Angie's hands began moving over his body, wrapping in his hair, her nails grazing his scalp. Her body arched into him like a wanton woman.
    Gavin's desire spiked so quickly it was nearly beyond his control before he realized it. His hands roamed over her body, cupping her breasts, squeezing her nipples through the material of her dress. The barrier was too much for both of them. Angie moved his hand, and with her own, slipped the fabric from over one of her breasts, exposing it to him. His mouth consumed her, sucking her nipple deep into his mouth, and when she threw her head back and moaned aloud, he freed the other breast and took turns sucking and kissing them.
    His hands moved over her legs, pulling the gown up until he could touch her smooth, soft legs. His hand moved between her thighs, parting them. Slipping a finger inside her, he used his thumb to massage her clit. His mouth did not leave her nipple until she said, "Kiss me, Gavin." He moved his mouth to hers, and she clamped her lips on his, kissing him as if it would be their last kiss. His thumb moved faster against her clit, her hips moving of their own accord, encouraging him to take her over the edge.
    Her head fell back, her breathing heavy, perspiration forming a thin sheen between the mounds of flesh that were her breasts. "Gavin, I'm going to…" and she began to scream. He caught the sound with his mouth as she bucked violently against his hand. As she quieted, he softened the kiss, moved his mouth over her face, then moved down her throat, finding that sweet spot where it curved into her shoulder. His fangs slid down and were poised to sink into her silky skin when he heard his name called.
    Jumping, he quickly helped her to straighten her clothing and cover herself, muttering curses the entire time. He was so hard he was in pain, and now an interruption like this. He could have snapped someone's neck for it. However, it was his father, and he was pushing Angie's wheelchair.
    "There you are," his father said. "We have a problem, boy. Get Angie into the chair and come inside."
    Gavin obeyed his father and settled Angie into the chair, know Gav would not interrupt without due cause.
    "What's going on?" Angie asked, the alarm clear on her face.
    "I have no idea," Gavin answered.
    "It's not good, son," Gav said. "It's the constable, and he has a warrant for your arrest."
    Gavin stopped so quickly Angie almost fell out of the chair. "A warrant for me? For what?"
    Gav took a deep breath and placed his hand on Gavin's shoulder. "Murder."
    "Murder!" Angie gasped.
    "Murder? What the hell?" Gavin spat.
    By the time they reached the steps and got the wheelchair up them, the police were coming out the door.
    "Gavin Stone?" An officer asked.
    "Yes," both men answered.
    "The younger one," the constable ground out.
    "Yes," Gavin said, stepping in front of Angie.
    "We have a warrant for your arrest. You are charged with the murders of Judge Elmer Grossman, Charles Hufferman, Randolf Geddington, Gerald Akins, et al."
    "Oh, bloody hell," Gavin sighed as an officer placed the manacles