by Raquel Belle
I drove down the block to the spot we’d agreed on and pushed the button to take the top down on the Porsche, then I watched the seconds go by on my phone with the engine idling in neutral.
At fifteen seconds to go I move the Porsche into the lane and hit the button for the hazards, then grab the big hunting knife and pull it from its sheath. Cars honk their horns and drive around me—I give one of the ruder drivers the finger. I turn and get on my knees to look up.
Zero has come and gone but…nothing. I’m looking up at the Konquest building and nothing’s happening.
Come on, Jack, where are you?
Are you in trouble?
Did something go wrong?
Then I hear a distant crash.
Yes!
Come on, Jack.
Come on.
I check to see if the guards outside the building have been alerted—they’re on their radios.
Where are you, Jack?
Then I see him, gliding majestically through the air. He’s coming down fast and he’s right on target. I don’t think anybody is looking up. Most people never do—there’s enough chaos and noise at the street level to draw your attention.
He’d be hard to spot anyway because even the chute is black—like the rest of his clothes—so the only thing you’d see if you were looking up is the neck tie.
“YES!” I shout when he’s almost on me. Oops. I shouldn’t have, we’re not supposed to draw any attention.
He lands heavily on the passenger seat, making the car bounce slightly in protest. As soon he does I use the blade to cut the chute away while he quickly gets to a sitting position.
If you weren’t paying attention for three seconds, you’d have missed the whole thing.
“Go,” he says, turning back to look at the guards.
They’re running to our car—some others are getting into a black SUV.
Don’t have to tell me twice. I turn into my seat, put the Porsche into first and burn rubber.
With torque like this, nobody’s going to catch me. I zig and zag around the other cars on the road and drive the Porsche like I stole it—their horns blare at me but it just makes this more fun!
“You got it?” I ask over the roar of the engine and the wind rushing past us.
“Right here,” he taps his chest and smiles.
I smile back, “Mission accomplished, Jackhammer!”
I drive like a maniac going around every vehicle in my path as if they were standing still. This is awesome!
Jack holds onto the dash, looking shocked. I give him a smile.
As soon as I get to the 110, I start gunning it. Now I can really open her up…fourth gear, then into fifth, sixth…I’m about to go for seven when Jack puts his hand on my leg, “Let’s slow down, we don’t want to attract any cops,” he looks back, “I don’t see anybody giving chase. We’re clear.”
“Right,” we’re almost where we’re going anyway. I spot the parking garage coming up. Anton picked it because it’s the closest one he could find with no surveillance. They don’t take plate numbers and there are no cameras in the structure.
“D15,” Jack says as he starts to peel off his face.
“Yup.” I find the spot and pull in next to the Escalade. Jack told Anton to park it next to a dumpster.
We get out of the Porsche and Jack tells me, “Don’t leave any trace, wipe everything down. Everything. Hair too.”
“I’m on it,” I say. My prints are all over the car. It’s not too big of a deal because the car is a demo model so a lot of people would’ve been inside.
While I wipe up the interior of the car, Jack changes into his jeans, t-shirt and jacket, then dumps his face, suit and pack into the dumpster. He pours some gasoline over everything and sets it alight. He’s nothing if not thorough.
“Done?” I ask.
He nods, “Let’s move.”
We hop into the Escalade, it’s been left unlocked. Jack pulls down the visor and the keys fall out.
“Smooth as silk,” he says, “you should’ve seen Melvin’s face.”
I laugh.
He gives me a quick kiss before he starts the engine, “Here, hang on to this.” Something wrapped in a piece of cloth—it’s the egg.
***
We arrive back at the hotel and park in the underground lot. I’ve still got the adrenaline pumping through me. Maybe I should go pro as a getaway driver?
Jack and I make our way upstairs. He tells me to try and look calm but I’m literally vibrating with energy.
When we open the door to our room we find Anton sitting inside, he stands when he sees us. “From the smiles on your faces, I’m going to assume that everything went well?”
“You may indeed assume that,” I say, and then hand over our spoils, “one Fabergé egg, monsieur.”
He unwraps it and takes a look. “Huh.”
“What?” Jack asks.
“Nothing,” Anton shakes his head, “was just expecting something more I suppose.”
“Well, what it looks like doesn’t matter, what matters is how much it’s worth,” Jack laughs, “get us our money, Anton.”
“Right,” Anton smiles, “you two should go and celebrate a job well done. I’ll get the wheels turning on this,” he nods to the egg. “Good work guys,” he claps Jack on the shoulder, then me, “fantastic work.”
“Thanks,” I say.
Anton lets himself out and I turn to Jack, “So, what do you want to do?”
“I’m starving, let’s get something to eat.”
“Let’s go somewhere nice, we’re celebrating!”
“Sure,” he puts his hands around my waist and pulls me to him, then kisses me long and deep. It feels like it’s been a while since we’ve done this. I moan against his mouth and soak up the sensation till he pulls away.
“Room service?” I ask. Now I don’t want to leave.
He laughs, then groans, “No, let’s do the fancy place.”
“Then don’t touch me again till we leave the hotel,” I say, and pinch his arm.
“Deal.”
***
In any other city it’d be next to impossible to find somewhere you can eat after 10pm, but not in LA. Here there are places that close at three ‘o clock in the morning. I used my phone to find a nice spot in West Hollywood and after Jack took a quick five-minute shower, we set out in the Escalade.
I gave him a protein bar to keep him till we arrive. It’s only a fourteen-minute drive, but it’s been a while since our early lunch.
Jones in Hollywood is supposed to be an institution around these parts. Let’s see about that. It doesn’t really score too high on the fancy meter, but at this time of night our options were limited.
The review said it has one of the best interiors in all of LA. To quote the article—Thanks to a rock-and-roll sensibility and plush leather banquettes that gives it that old East Coast Italian restaurant feel.
When we walk in, I’m forced to agree, the place really is quite cozy. A short waiter named Tim shows us to a booth and gives us two menus.
“Nice, huh?”
“Yeah,” Jack nods.
I scan the menu and see what’s good.
Jack raises his hand to get the waiter’s attention. He looks ravenous.
We order mussels marinara, calamari and stuffed mushrooms to start. A Greek salad for the table. Chicken cacciatore for my main—that’s mushrooms, onions, mixed peppers, capers and black olives in a spicy marinara sauce. Jack gets the veal aristocrat—eggplant, provolone and fresh garlic in a cream sauce.
“Water for both of us and bread. Lots of bread, asap,” Jack tells the waiter before he shuffles away.
“I hope they have nice dessert,” I say, “think you’ll still have room?”
“Yes,” he laughs.
“I was going to make Puttanesca the other day but Charlotte didn’t want to, this cacciatore is going to have to make up for it.”
“Soldiers tend not to have an adventurous palat
e,” he smiles.
“Those anchovies are probably going to end up rotting in her cupboard.”
“Who knows? She might decide to experiment because they’re in there.”
“We have to go visit so I can make the Puttanesca and force her to eat it!”
Jack laughs.
“I’m serious,” I say.
“I believe you.”
The waiter brings us hot rolls, fresh butter, chili, parmesan and garlic. I prep a roll for each of us and put a smidgeon of everything on it. There’s some nice olive oil on the table so I pour a bit out on a side plate to dip our bread in.
“Damn, that’s tasty,” Jack says.
“Don’t fill up on the bread, there’re tastier things on the way.”
“I’ll find the room,” he winks.
I laugh.
“So, where’d you learn to drive like that?”
“I met a girl whose boyfriend’s dad owned a proving ground in Atlanta. They tested out cars there a lot and they also had a bunch of their own cars so we used to have fun with them in between. That was when I was like…nineteen I think? Yeah. And after that not going fast was never an option.”
“Wow. That’s awesome,” Jack chews for a bit and then goes, “whew, this chili is kicking my ass.”
“It’s an aphrodisiac you know?” I smile. He smiles back.
The booths are U-shaped. I get up and go to his side, then nudge him to the curve of the U, push him down and get on top. We start making out.
“Mm, these are hot kisses,” Jack says.
I laugh, “You’re damn right, Jackhammer.”
We keep going at it, our fingers knotted in each other’s hair, groping and caressing, till I hear—
“Ahem.”
I ignore it.
“Ahem!”
I look up. It’s the waiter.
“Sorry,” I say, sheepishly, and get off Jack. I move to his side of the table and Jack goes to mine.
“Your starters,” the waiter says.
“Thanks,” says Jack.
The waiter lays the dishes on the table, asks if we want anything else, then leaves. Jack and I look at each other and start laughing.
We grab forks and start picking at everything. I go for the calamari first, then the mushrooms, then the mussels. I also pick a leaf or two out of the salad. Everything is fantabulous!
“This is amazing,” Jack says.
“Hunger is the best sauce,” I say through a mouthful.
“We should do this more often.”
“Well now that we’ve got a bit of money, we totally can.”
“I’ve been thinking about what to do after this. Can you scuba?”
“I took a few lessons in Miami one time. I’m not certified though.”
“What about a boat charter? We could buy something small and take people out fishing and diving, maybe look for sunken treasure on the side?” he smiles. “Lots of sunshine, sea air and open skies. We both like the ocean.”
I smile. I’ve never felt so happy before. “That sounds perfect,” I say.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah,” I take his hand and squeeze it.
“Alright,” he squeezes me back and nods.
The main course arrives shortly after. Tim clears the empty starters and lays out the entrée. “Buon appetito,” he says.
We smile and nod but as soon as Tim leaves I fall to the side and hold my stomach, “I’m dead. I ate too much!”
“Come on,” Jack says, “you haven’t even tried it, you’ve been waiting for this all night!”
He’s right, I have. This is my Puttanesca substitute. “Okay,” I get back up, “a few bites,” I laugh.
I fork up some of the cacciatore and take a bite. My gills flood with the salty goodness. Damn…this chef is good. “Wow!”
“Yeah?”
“Here, try some,” I load up my fork for Jack. He leans forward and takes a bite. He chews and grimaces. I laugh. “Okay, maybe it’s not for everyone.”
“It’s…different,” he says.
We both laugh.
“I think you’re going to have to hold Charlotte down and force feed her the Puttanesca.”
“Most likely.”
“Here, try some of mine,” Jack forks up his veal and reaches across the table with it. I take the bite.
“Yumsicles! This veal melts in your face! You chose well.”
“I gambled.”
I pick at my food slowly while Jack goes at his in the usual wolf like manner. I wonder if I should take mine to go, but it’s not going to be good cold and there isn’t a microwave in the room. Nah. I’ll force down another bite or two and scratch this itch…just get it out of your system. Sometimes when I have a craving I won’t let it go till I’m satisfied.
I signal Tim.
“Coffee and dessert?” I ask Jack.
“You’ve got room?”
“I’ll make room!”
Tim comes over and I order two Americanos and ask to see the dessert cart.
He wheels it over and it’s glorious.
This really is an old-school Italian dessert cart—and of course my eyes go straight to the Tiramisu. It’s my favorite. There’s also Cannoli, Panna cotta, Crostata...and a ton of other things I don’t know the names of.
I get a piece of the Tiramisu and Jack takes a slice of Black Forrest cake.
The sugar and the coffee help to settle our stomachs and soon we’re sitting there like sloths. Jack makes a comment about my panic word being the name of my favorite dessert and I laugh. I never thought about that before.
I take the last bite, put my fork down and say, “I can’t move.”
“Me neither,” Jack puts down his fork too.
“I want our bed.”
“Good idea, it’s been a long day, we’ll probably sleep like we’re dead.”
We pay the check and leave a good tip for Tim. Satiated and smiling, we hit the road.
Chapter Thirty-Six
Deanna
We’re quiet on the drive back, only because we’re so full. We listened to the radio and held hands. When we arrived at the hotel, Jack wanted to check in with Anton so I went up to the room alone and hopped in the shower.
I’d been in bed for about twenty-minutes, drowsy and nodding off, when Jack walked in. I heard him in the bathroom for a little while and then he got into bed. He puts his arms around me from the back and pulls me to him, nuzzling my neck. I instinctively push my butt out.
“What did Anton say,” I ask.
“He’s jumping through hoops. Apparently, there’s a difference between an appraiser and an authenticator,” he kisses my back. “The buyer needs the second type, so it’s going to take a little while.”
“Is everything okay?”
“Yeah, I mean I didn’t steal the papers that you’d have got if we bought the thing, so I suppose this guy just wants to make sure before wiring $10million.”
“Hm, okay.”
Sleep is starting to take over when I feel Jack’s cock poke me. I chuckle.
“Sorry, he’s got a mind of his own,” Jack says, cuddling me.
It happens again and I giggle.
The third time I reach over to the nightstand, pick up a condom and pass it back to him, “You going to stab me in the back with that thing all night or are you going to use it?”
He lets out a low laugh, takes the condom and kisses my neck, I know I’m already wet, just the thought gets me there.
A moment later he uses his fingers to find my pussy and enters me from behind in the same position.
I let out a soft moan, “That feels good.” It really, really does.
He starts moving in and out, slow, and puts one hand over my breast. In this position he’s hitting places in me I didn’t know I had. It feels different. I’ve never done it like this before.
“You’re so tight,” he groans.
“That’s because you’re so big.”
My breathing syncs to his stro
kes as he pushes in and pulls out. I’m definitely not sleepy anymore. My body starts to match his rhythm and I move with him.
His hands explore, sending sparks of electricity through me with every touch. It’s so slow…and sensual.
I move my butt up slightly and take Jack’s left hand, guiding him to my left thigh to hold it up. Now he’s got better access. Like this we’re not expending too much energy. We’re both laying on our right sides so it’s pretty much a rolling motion back and forth…and he’s hitting everything inside me. It’s incredible.
I think we’ll do this when we just need to knock one out so we can have a deep sleep. I use my left hand to rub my clit. Oh wow, things just went up a notch.
If I bend over just right, I can reach Jack’s balls, I put my nails out so they lightly scratch him with every thrust.
“Ooh.”
Yeah, he likes that. I keep doing it and use my right hand on my clit.
“Go faster,” I tell him. He does.
“I’m going to cum,” he says.
“Me too.” I shut my eyes and prepare for the orgasm to take me.
Jack starts going even faster and then it hits me. I’m coming hard. I think anyone’s instinct is to clench your body when an orgasm hits, I try to pull my leg away from Jack’s grasp, but he’s holding on so tightly that I can’t.
He’s piledriving me and doesn’t realize that I’ve just cum, and because he won’t let go the first orgasm rolls into a second. I’m seeing sparks and hear myself let out a strangled cry.
Behind me Jack rams all the way in, holds himself there and lets out a mighty roar. He jerks in me three more times and then lets go of my leg.
I bring my legs up to my chest—fetal position—and try to gather my senses. That one knocked me into another dimension.
Jack taps my butt and gives it a kiss. “Okay?”
I take a couple of deep breaths and turn around. He ties off the condom and leaves it on the nightstand. “I think you got me close to astral projection with that one.” I give him a good, long kiss. When I stop, he looks down at his cock. He’s hard again.
“You did that,” he says with a raised brow.
“Nope,” I laugh and slap his dick away. I give him a quick peck on the lips, “Goodnight.” I turn over and close my eyes. He puts his arms around me and cuddles up with his cock between my butt cheeks. Sleep comes fast.