by Evelyn Glass
Tina jerked with a soft, growling grunt as he slid a finger into her wetness and tickled her sweet spot while still teasing her with his tongue and lips. Knowing she had just had an orgasm as she fell back to the bed from her slightly curled position made his blood run hot. He continued to stroke with his finger, causing her to move and writhe gently. He pulled his face back from her wetness and moved his lips to hers. He kissed her softly before he hammered his finger into her furiously and wondered how much she could take.
As the orgasm flowed out of her, leaving her feeling warm and relaxed, Jack’s lips touched hers, offering a kiss she accepted eagerly. As she luxuriated in the kiss, he began to finger-fuck her with sweet savagery. The rapid pistoning of his finger against her sweet spot made her gasp in a long, drawn out moan, the sensations like nothing she had ever felt before.
The breathy sound that escaped her, part moan, part gasp, but all sex, caused his smile to broaden as he took her lips with passion. She kissed him, pulling him fiercely to her before she shoved him violently away. She grabbed his wrist as she gasped and jerked in spasms, then twisted violently to her stomach.
Every muscle in her body screamed in protest as they strained against each other and twisted her onto her stomach. Her body was no longer hers to control as her legs spasmed and slowly pumped as she moaned low and deep. She shivered as if cold as she slowly crawled to the head of the bed. Her body crackled with sexual energy, unaware of what she was doing and unable to stop it. Suddenly, her climax washed out of her and she collapsed in a heap, piled against the pillows, devastated by the hardest orgasm of her life.
Jack had seen women quiver through an orgasm before, but never had he seen one whose entire body seemed to be trying to tear itself apart, every muscle visible as they twisted and writhed under her skin. He lay beside her and pulled her into his embrace, holding her tight until she began to stir.
“Fuck…” she whispered.
“You okay?” he asked with a chuckle.
“My God, I have never come like that before. Fuck…” she murmured as she tried to gather herself. She was wiped out, and poor Jack … he was left hanging. “I need a moment.”
“It’s okay,” Jack said. He was a little disappointed that they were done so soon, but he was thrilled that he had been able to give her an orgasm of such power.
She sighed as she relaxed into his embrace. She would like nothing better than to go to sleep, but she couldn’t leave him hanging. That would be cruel and unfair, and she wouldn’t do that to him. She turned in his arms and kissed him gently on the lips.
“Take me,” she whispered.
As he entered her, as good as it felt, she knew she was done for the night. That last orgasm had wrung her dry of need.
Jack could tell Tina was finished, so he focused on his own need. He pumped into her gently at first, enjoying the feel of her around him as he looked into her eyes—her beautiful eyes—and gently kissed her lips lips. As they moved, two becoming one, he could feel his own orgasm approach, and he increased the power of this thrusts, driving into her with intent as he opened himself to the approaching storm of pleasure.
She could feel him begin to tighten up as his orgasm approached. He lowered himself more fully onto her, his weight comforting her, making her feel safe and protected as he nuzzled at her neck. She pulled her legs up and felt him go deeper into her depths as she squeezed him between her legs and pulled him tight with her arms. She wasn’t going to come again this evening, but she reveled in his touch.
As she clamped down on him, holding him tight, Jack’s orgasm leapt close. He didn’t try to push it away or slow its approach, and he suddenly began to thrust hard and fast until his orgasm washed over him in a cleansing wave. With a soft gasp into the side of her neck, he felt his essence flow from him while he held himself hard into her.
She relaxed as he did, loosening her grip slightly, but not allowing him to pull away. Jack wasn’t the first guy to fuck her, but he might be her first lover. With other men, she would snuggle after sex because she usually had nowhere else to go and it was expected. But with Jack, it was different. She wanted to feel his touch, she wanted to have him hold her in his embrace, she wanted to wake up next to him so he was the first thing she saw … and she smiled.
He twice tried to rise out of her arms so she could move, only to have her tighten her embrace. She seemed to crave the closeness, so he relaxed and held her while his lips softly roamed her face, neck, and shoulders as they sought new places to give her pleasure. Finally, her embrace relaxed, and he slowly moved from her. As he settled on the bed, he tugged at her gently, inviting her to snuggle into his side.
At his gentle tug, she moved in close and propped herself on him, laying her head on his shoulder. She could feel sleep trying to pull its dark blanket over her, and she smiled again. She didn’t love Jack, but she certainly liked him. She liked him a lot. He had been so kind to her as he fed her, clothed her, and took her in. He had given her a second chance, something no one else had ever done. And now he offered her a way out, a way to turn her life around and make good. She just had to trust him … and she realized that she did trust him. More than anyone in a long time.
“Jack?” she asked as her eyes became too heavy to keep open any longer.
“What?”
“I’m in.”
“You’re sure that is what you want?”
“Yes. I’m sure,” she murmured, her voice slurred with impending sleep.
Jack smiled and tightened his embrace.
CHAPTER TEN
“Go!” Jack said as he started the clock. They were standing beside a car in Newman’s Scrapyard. He had brought her to the yard to see what she could do. Unlocking a car was one thing, but actually stealing one was something else.
He had found a Ford LTD with working door locks and a complete steering column and had set her the task of opening the car, punching the lock, and starting the car. Starting being a relative term, since the car didn’t actually have a motor in it.
“Done!” Tina called before sliding out of the front seat. Sixty-eight seconds.
He slid into the seat and took a look. The lock had been punched, freeing the steering wheel and gear selector to move. He inspected the wiring and saw the wires Tina had freed. If the car had a motor, shorting the two wires would spin the starter. The car was effectively ready to be driven away. He slid out of the seat and shut the door.
“I think I could have done it faster,” he said, then grinned as she frowned at him. “But not by much. That was damn fast.” That made her smile.
“You approve?”
“Hell yes. I bet there isn’t five seconds between us, and I’ve been doing this a lot longer than you have.”
“How old are you, Jack?”
“Don’t you know you are never supposed to ask a guy his age?”
“That’s a woman, Jack,” she said flatly.
“Oh. That’s right. I’ll be thirty-five in December. Why?”
“I was just wondering. I knew you had to be older than me, but I didn’t look at your birthdate when I had your license. I would have put you at about thirty, maybe a year or two less. Not thirty-five.”
“Why, Tina Harris, did you just pay me a compliment?”
She snorted out a giggle. “Don’t let it go to your head.”
“Come on, let’s go. So, how would you get past the electronic keys on a new car?” he asked as they walked back to his Audi.
“How do you do it?” she asked.
“Ah, ah, ah. I asked first.”
Tina grinned. “That is the B&E. I would break in, steal the key, and then come back for the car. What I had been looking for, before I decided to go straight, was a master key book. You know, like they use in tow trucks? But I hadn’t been able to lift one before I got caught. So how do you do it?”
“I have a key book.”
“Nuh-uh! Where did you get that?”
Jack smiled. She certainly knew her stuff. �
��Let’s just say I had a little birdy tell me where one might be located.”
“You stole it,” Tina accused with a grin.
“I stole it,” Jack confirmed.
“I bet somebody got fired over that.”
“Probably did. Should have, too, for leaving it in the truck overnight where I could get it. But their loss is my gain.”
“That’s pretty slick. Are you in charge of this operation?” she asked as they settled into Jack’s car.
“More or less. I don’t do it alone, as I explained. But I built the organization, yes.”
“And you hide in plain sight as a motorcycle club?”
“More or less. It explains us hanging out together, all the coming and going, and working on bikes and cars, etcetera, don’t you think?”
“You steal bikes, too?”
“If we get an order for one. But only high-end cars and bikes. The risk isn’t worth it on the lower end stuff.”
“How many cars and bikes do you move in a month?”
“On a good month, may fifteen or twenty.”
“Wow!” Tina said, impressed. That was a big number, considering the high-end cars they shuffled.
“Yeah. We pretty much own New Mexico, Arizona, the Texas panhandle, and the southern half of Colorado and Utah.”
“Big operation.”
“For this area, yeah. We can’t compete with LA, for example. There’s just not enough demand or supply of cars. Well, up until we make this score. Then we will be in the big leagues.”
“Twenty million. That’s a lot of moolah!”
“Twenty-two … and yeah, it is.”
“What happens to the rest of the money?”
“What do you mean?” he asked.
“Well, a million times eleven, the number of members of the club plus me, unless you count wives and girlfriends separately, is only eleven mil. Where does the rest go?”
Jack debated how much to tell her, then decided to go with the truth. “Some will be put back for club expenses, but the rest goes to me. About ten million.”
Tina was quiet. That was the answer she had expected. “Because it’s your operation?”
“That ... and because it is my ass on the line. Everyone else is mostly protected from detection. I’m the one that will take the fall if this goes bad. Greater risk, greater reward. It has always been this way. I get half, the other half is divided among the rest of the Sons, with a little hold back for club expenses. Does that bother you?”
“No. I suspected that anyway. Thank you for being honest and upfront with me about it.”
“Well, you’re sort of an honorary Son now, so you deserve the truth. The Sons, we don’t lie to each other, and we help each other out. We’re like a family.”
That evening, Tina took Jack out to dinner again, this time pulling the money she had hidden from him all this time out of her pocket and actually paying for the meal. She felt sheepish for having lied to him about not having any money, but if he was offended, he made no mention of it.
That night, as they lay in bed, Tina fretted over lying about the money. “Jack?”
“Yes.”
“I’m sorry I lied about the money.”
“You mean when you said you didn’t have any?”
“Yes,” she said softly.
“How much do you have?”
“Now? After dinner? Not quite three hundred.”
“That’s all?”
“Yes. I’m sorry I lied.”
Jack thought for a moment. He probably should have been mad, but he wasn’t. If their roles had been reversed, he would probably have hoarded his supply of cash as well. “No more lies, okay?” he said gently.
“I promise. No more lies.”
“That’s my girl,” he said, then smiled. That was twice he had said that to Tina … the same phrase he used to say to Collette. Tina reminded him of Colette in so many ways it was scary. Tina had the same can-do and fearless attitude that Collette had before … He shoved the thought away. Best not to dwell on times past. What happened, happened. He couldn’t change it. But now that he realized the connection, the thoughts continued to try and intrude.
“Jack, what’s the matter? You are not upset with me, are you?” Tina asked, sensing the change in Jack’s mood.
“No.”
“Then what’s wrong?”
“Nothing.”
“Nothing?”
“Nothing to do with you.”
“Do you want to talk about it?” she asked, her concern clear in her voice.
“Nothing to talk about. I was just thinking about a robbery that went wrong a long time ago.”
“Yours?”
“No. A friend of mine.”
“You’re worried about Friday?”
“Yeah. A little.”
“You told me the plan. It sounds as foolproof as you can hope. Why are you worried?”
“No reason,” he said, but the reason was right there in his arms. He was putting her at a hell of a risk. With her record, the armed robbery and probable arrest warrant for parole violation, she wouldn’t get just a slap on the wrist for pickpocketing if this went down wrong. She would be facing more hard time.
She couldn’t figure out what had come over Jack all of a sudden. Even in the gloom of the room with her back to him, she could feel the change in him. She turned to face him, propping her head on an elbow so she could look down into his eyes. “Jack, what’s wrong? Talk to me.”
“It’s nothing, Tina. I’m just worried.”
“About me?” she guessed, taking a stab in the dark.
Jack sighed. “A little. Tina, you could go back inside. And it won’t be for a year this time. You could do some real hard time.”
“I know. But I know what I’m doing. To get free of my past, to have a chance to start again. It’s worth the risk.”
Jack stared at her for a moment, then seized her face, pulling her lips to his as he breathed deep. She was caught off guard by his sudden move, but recovered quickly and flowed into the kiss. After a moment, he broke the kiss and pulled her tightly to him, holding her snugly. She relaxed into his embrace and enjoyed the closeness, smiling as she drew lazy patterns on his chest with her finger.
He held her in the crook of this right arm, her head resting comfortably on his shoulder. His right hand caressed her back, his left her arm. They lay quietly, the only sound their breathing. He could smell her, the almost undetectable scent of flowers from the shampoo, and never had that cheap shampoo smelled so sweet. Tomorrow, Tuesday, they would walk the halls of the exhibit hall to see firsthand where the cars would be displayed and give Tina a chance to watch the guards. The cars would arrive either Thursday evening or Friday morning, and the show would open to the public Friday afternoon. By Friday night, Tina could be on her way to her new life. He smiled, a bit sad at the thought. He was going to miss her.
They were still in the same position, comfortable in their closeness, as first Tina, then Jack, slipped quietly into sleep.
***
“Do you understand art?” Tina asked the next afternoon as they strolled through the large open hall where the cars would be displayed.
“Not a bit.”
“Me either. I mean, look at that,” she whispered as she gestured at a splash of color on canvas. “What is that supposed to be?” Tina squinted at the small plaque underneath. “It says Glory Spent, but to me it looks like what happens after eating a bad spaghetti dinner.”
He snorted, then coughed before breaking into a chuckle. “I think you know more about art than you let on. I didn’t know what I was looking at until now.”
She giggled. “Well, it does. And that!” she said as she gestured at a sculpture. “If that isn’t a cat fucking a violin, I don’t know what it is.”
He snickered and looked at the large sculpture that stood in the center of this group of temporary walls holding the paintings. It took him a moment, but then he saw it and laughed softly as he stepped up a
nd looked at the plaque. “Guess what the name is.”
“What?”
“Viola … Feline … Love…”
“It is not!” Tina whispered harshly as she strode up and read the plaque herself. “It says Energy, dumbass!”
“Oh, sorry. I must have read it wrong.”
They were still giggling over the her scathing commentary when the guard passed by again. He smiled and nodded to them as he ambled. It was the second time they had seen him as they wandered among the many freestanding walls.