Treat: Steel Saints MC

by Evelyn Glass

  “They won’t be able to open the gates.”

  “That’s their problem.” He grinned.

  While Tina did as he asked, Jack started checking trucks, finding the third one unlocked. Tina was just climbing aboard when the truck shuddered to life.

  “Can you drive this thing?”

  “No problem. It’s an automatic. It’s just like driving a big car,” he said as he slipped the truck into gear.

  He stopped on the way out to rethread the chain through the gate. It had no lock but it made it quick for Marshall to padlock and would pass a cursory glance from the street. That task complete, he pulled out on the street and went on the prowl for a car.

  ***

  “It’s a brown, 1992, Toyota Corolla… plate number 754 MBK,” Tina said into the phone while Jack winched the car onto the truck.

  “Is it abandoned?” Rachael asked as she filled out the forged tow order.

  “I would say so. All the tires are flat, or nearly so, and the plate has a 2011 sticker on it.”

  “Okay. I’m printing it now and Marshall is here. He wants to know where you want to meet.”

  “Jack! Where do you want to meet?”

  “Cottonwood Mall, at the Sears. We’ll be there in thirty minutes.”

  “Thirty minutes at the Cottonwood Mall by the Sears,” Tina repeated.

  “Marshall is rolling now. You’ll have to wait on him. He can’t make it that fast unless he is hammer down.”

  “Don’t have him do that. We’ll take our time.”

  ***

  “Here’s the order and the key to the lock,” Marshall said as he handed the items to Jack in front of Sears.

  “Thanks, Marshall. As soon as we return the truck I will give you a call and tell you where to pick us up.”

  “Why don’t I just get you at Arsky’s?”

  “No. Let Tina and I walk away in case someone sees us. I’ll let you know where we land.”

  “Okay. Good luck.”

  “Thanks.”

  ***

  Jack leaned on the horn, the loud blat making Tina wince. A guy of about forty rolled up on a golf cart. “Yeah?” he asked after he stepped out of the yard to meet them.

  Jack handed the tow order down to him without saying a word.

  “Dammit. They’re not supposed to call for pickup of abandons on Sunday. You’ll have to take it back to your yard.”

  Jack shrugged. “Okay. Just sign on the bottom that you authorize the storage fee.”

  “I can’t do that!”

  “I can’t take it back to the yard unless you authorize the storage fee. I can dump it on the street if you like.”

  The impound officer looked at the ratty condition of the car and realized that wherever the tow truck dropped it is where it would sit. “Shit. No, bring it inside. Just follow me,” he said before he stepped away and swiped his card to start the big gate rolling open.

  Jack grinned at Tina while the gate ground open. “See. Nothing to it.”

  “You missed your calling. The way you lie… you should be a politician,” she replied with a smile of her own.

  Jack followed the officer to a point far in the back where the junked cars were kept. “Can you put it in that hole right there?” the man asked.

  “No problem,” Jack said as Tina hopped out of the truck.

  “Hey! Are those stolen Ferraris still here?” she asked.

  “Yeah. They’re locked in the garage over there.”

  “Could I see them?”

  “No, sorry. Drivers have to remain with their truck.”

  Tina put on her best pout. “I really wanted to see those cars. I’m not a driver. Does that make it okay? Please?” She could see him waver a bit. “I won’t tell anyone. Promise,” she breathed.

  She watched him lick his lips and she could tell he was thinking about it.

  “I won’t touch anything. And what can I do with you standing there right beside me? You can stand as close as you need to to make sure I don’t touch anything. Come on, please. I would be so grateful...”

  As Jack unstrapped the car, he smiled to himself. Jesus… she is really putting the screws to that poor guy, he thought as he worked.

  “Okay. But you can’t touch anything.”

  Tina squealed in delight as she jumped into his arms and kissed him quickly on the lips. “Oh… thank you!” she breathed.

  He looked at her in shock, then grinned sheepishly. “My pleasure. You want to ride?” he asked as he took a step toward the cart.

  “Oh… I’d love to ride with you,” she said slowly and seductively. He grinned and cleared his throat. When he turned away, his electronic gate key went into her pocket.

  ***

  She watched him unlock the main entrance beside the big roll up door and return the keys to his belt. As she stepped in, she saw the big door was fastened on the inside with a simple slide lock… no key needed.

  “Here they are,” he said as he gestured to the six shroud-covered cars.

  “Can you take the covers off?”

  He pulled the cover off the first car and Tina moaned. “Those cars are so sexy. Can I touch it? I’ve never touched a Ferrari before.”

  “Just be careful.”

  She lightly grazed the car with her fingertips and moaned again, using her other hand to drag slowly down her neck. She was laying in on pretty thick, but he was gobbling it up. “These cars make me so hot! Do they make you hot… what’s your name?”

  “Raymond. Ray.”

  “Do they make you hot, Ray?”

  “Uh… yeah. It’s getting pretty hot in here, alright,” he said as she stared at Tina.

  “Can I see the others?”

  As Ray uncovered each car in turn, he stepped in closer and closer. “I need some air, Ray,” she panted. “I’m burning up.”

  Ray covered the last car and took her by the arm and helped her out of the building. “Are you okay?” he asked.

  “Yeah,” she said as she breathed deep to make her breasts heave. “I guess I just got a little excited.” She looked into his eyes, then stepped in and kissed him slowly on the lips. His arms went around her and he offered his tongue, but she kept her lips tightly shut.

  “Thank you. Thank you for letting me fulfill my little fantasy. What time do you get off tonight?” she asked as she pulled back and stepped out of his embrace.

  “What?” he asked. He was clearly still in shock.

  “I want to know what time you get off,” she panted. “You’re not married are you?”

  “Uh… divorced.”

  “Oh… good. Can you give me your address?”

  “Uh… yeah,” he said as he frantically searched for something to write with. He finally came up with a pen and wrote his address and phone number on the back of the lot’s business card.

  Tina took the card and kissed it softly. “What time should I be around?”

  “I get off at five, so…”

  “Will seven-thirty give you enough time to get ready?”

  “Yeah! Any time!”

  She stepped in close and put her lips near his. “I’ll see you then,” she breathed as she stepped back and drug the card under his chin. “I want you to think about all the things for me to do tonight… okay?”

  She sauntered away and put as much sway into her walk as she could... even though it made it slightly more difficult to pocket his keys.

  ***

  “How’d it go?” Jack asked as Tina climbed into the truck.

  “His name is Ray and he is expecting me at his place at seven-thirty.” Jack just stared at her while he waited for her stop yanking his chain. “Oh… and I got the electronic gate key, the keys to the shop, there is no lock on the roll-up door, all six cars are just inside so they will be easy to get out, the keys are in them, and he gets off at five.”

  “Not bad for ten minutes’ work.”

  “Men are so easy,” she said with a smirk.

  CHAPTER TWENTY EIGHT

>   Jack and Tina had returned the tow truck to the Arsky yard and put it back where they found it. Now the yard looked the same as when they had taken it two hours earlier. With the gate locked behind them, they walked hand-in-hand for about a mile before they stopped at a mini-mart and called Marshall.

  “How’d it go?” Marshall asked as they climbed into the truck.

  “Smooth. Tina had the guy eating out of the palm of her hand. If I’d thought of it, I would have just had her ask him if she could drive them home.”

  “So you got the keys?”

  “Yep,” Tina said from the back seat. “And I have a date tonight!”

  Marshall chuckled. “Finally decided to move up from this loser, eh?”

  “Yeah. He’s a little old for me.”

  “He is an old fart, that’s for sure. What is he—ten, twelve years older than you?”

  “Almost eleven.”

  “Look who’s talking,” Jack said. “You’re older than I am.”

  “Yeah. But I’m a respectable married man. I’m not out robbing the cradle.”

  “Hey!” Jack and Tina said at the same time before all three burst into giggles.

  ***

  It was just before four in the afternoon when Jack and Tina lay down fully clothed on the bed. They were going to try to get a few hours of shut-eye before they had to drive all night. To help them sleep, Marshall and Nic had left for dinner and a movie so the house would be quiet.

  “I’m not sleepy,” Tina said.

  “I’m not either. But we need to get the sleep while we can.”

  “I know. But we’re alone. I know something that will help me sleep.”

  Jack snickered. “Me too. But we need to sleep.”

  “Then we’ll just have to be quick.”

  Jack thought for a moment. A quick tumble followed by sleep would probably be more restful than just catnapping. “First one to come wins,” he said as he rolled off the bed and began to strip.

  “You’re on!”

  Jack finished first and threw the linens back before he piled into the bed. Tina wasted no time as she crawled into bed and placed her knees to either side of Jack’s head. He was already hard as she took him into her mouth and teased him about the head with her tongue. She could drive a car and ride a bike, but she didn’t think she had any hope of driving a semi. Since Jack would have to drive the entire way, this was a race she was determined for him to win.

  He pulled her down and began to slather his tongue around her most sensitive area as she sucked him. Making his lover come, and come hard, turned him on like nothing else. Despite the race, he wanted to make her come first just so he could experience the thrill of doing so.

  She teased the head with her tongue before she relaxed her throat and took him deep as she worked him over. He was fighting her as he withheld his orgasm… she could feel it in the stiffness of his muscles even as her own orgasm began to lurk. Damn him! she thought. I just need to come so he can relax and do what he needs to do. But if she was going to come, she wanted to come with him inside of her.

  She pulled away from him and rolled to her back beside him before she beckoned to him with her arms. “Fuck me, Jack,” she growled as he climbed over her. “I want you to fuck the shit out of me,” she sneered as she held him by the face and stared into his eyes.

  He knew her words were designed to goad him to his orgasm… and he would let them… as soon as she came. “You want it? You want me to fuck you hard?” he growled as he entered her.

  “Yes… I want you to fuck me so hard… so fucking hard. I want you to fuck me and not stop.”

  He started out slow, to make sure she was ready, but then he exploded into motion, driving into her with a hard rhythm. She better come soon… I’m not going to be able to take this for long, he thought to himself as he closed his eyes in pleasure.

  She saw him close his eyes and gasped. “That’s it. Fuck me, Jack. Fuck me!” she encouraged as her orgasm began to close in around her.

  He growled low in his chest as he pounded into her. He would have to either back off or let himself go, because his climax was growing beyond his ability to control. He was debating with himself what to do when Tina lunged at him with a deep grunt, then fell back to the bed as she cried out.

  “Fuck… I’m coming!” she cried out softly as her body twisted up with pleasure. She rode the soaring waves until her release washed out of her and she relaxed with a long exhalation. “You need to come. I want you to come. You need to come,” she whispered as she caressed his sides, her fingers dancing over his rippling muscles.

  Tina had no more than spoken the words before Jack tumbled headlong into his own orgasm. As he was overwhelmed with pleasure his pounding strokes slowed. He settled onto her as he thrust gently, grunting softly with every easy thrust as he spilled his essence into her until his hips coasted to a stop.

  “I won,” Tina said with a grin as he pulled his head from her shoulder and took her lips.

  “I would call that a tie,” he countered after he released her lips.

  “Oh no. I definitely came first.”

  “Okay. You win this time, but just wait until next time,” he teased.

  She sigh deeply and looked at the clock as Jack pulled out of her and moved to her side, where he tugged her in tight with a sigh of his own. They had finished in only ten minutes and she could already feel the first tentative tugs of sleep.

  She giggled. “I’m starting to get sleepy already.”

  “Yeah. Me too. There is no way I would have been drowsy already. So… good idea.”

  She reached behind her to stroke his still-hard manhood. “Next time, though, you had better last longer. After two of these quickies, I’m ready for a good, long one.”

  “We could go again.”

  I would like that but… “No. You need to sleep. We need to sleep. You’re going to be up all night driving and I’m going to be up all night to make sure you don’t fall asleep.” She released him before the temptation became too much.

  “Yeah… you’re right,” he agreed with another sigh. He kissed her lightly on the shoulder and tugged her in just a bit tighter. “Hey! Guess what?”

  “What?”

  “I love you.”

  She sniffed out a brief laugh. “Hey! Guess what?”

  “What?

  “I love you too.”

  Jack grinned and he kissed her on the shoulder one last time before he settled in and got comfortable.

  Less than thirty minutes after they turned in for their nap, first Tina, then Jack, slid into sleep. They slept soundly for almost four hours until the alarm on Jack’s phone pulled them back to the waking world.

  “The rig is fueled and ready to go,” Roger said.

  They had arrived at Rog’s house an hour ago. Rog had helped them strap their bikes to the truck and showed them how to secure the cars for transport. Their clothes and a bag full of sandwiches, snacks, and water—provided by Nic—were already in the truck.

  “Okay. You have everything set so you can eventually call and get some help?” Jack asked.

  “Yeah. I spent all day yesterday and today practicing.”

  Jack chuckled. He didn’t know how you could practice dialing a phone with your hands and feet tied, but so long as Rog was comfortable with the idea, they would do it his way.

  “If Marshall doesn’t hear from you by midnight, he’s going to come over here and cut you loose, okay?”

  “Don’t worry. I will call him as soon as I rat you out,” Rog said with a grin. “But one other thing… I’ve been thinking. I want you to hit me.”

  Jack’s eyes widened. “What?”

  “Yeah. If you steal my truck and I don’t have a mark on me… well… I don’t want to look like a complete pussy.”

  “Rog! I don’t want to hit you! I thought I was just going to pull a gun on you.”

  “And you still are. That’s how you got away without me kicking your ass,” Rog said with a grin. “
I’m not exactly looking forward to this either. But it will help sell it. Just make it count, okay?”

  “Rog… I don’t…”

  “Come on! Now you don’t be a pussy.”

  Jack grimaced. “Are you sure?”