Treat: Steel Saints MC

by Evelyn Glass

  “I’ll do it, Greg.”

  “Good luck to you, Jack.”

  “Yes… good luck,” Marshall said quietly.

  He hung up, placed the phone the table, and looked at it with an unreadable expression.

  “Are you okay?” she asked.

  “Yeah. It’s just… those guys have been my family for a long time.”

  “Once we get our new identities, maybe we can go back.”

  “Maybe,” he said, then smiled softly. “Will you go with me?”

  “Where?”

  “I don’t know. Wherever we end up.”

  Tina smiled. Like he had to ask. “How about Fuji?”

  Jack barked out a laugh as their food arrived. “How about someplace a little closer to home?”

  ***

  After dinner they returned to the motel, then walked to The Cow and Bean, a little shop on the corner from the motel whose name intrigued them. Inside the coffee and ice cream emporium, they browsed and sampled the flavors before making their selection. They were rich beyond the dreams of avarice and in the mood to celebrate.

  Together they walked out of the shop and along the road back to their room, hand-in-hand and giggling, as they chased up drops of the rapidly melting ice cream. When they were at last almost to their room, Jack took Tina’s hand and licked off a trickle of ice cream running over a finger.

  She nearly moaned at the touch of his tongue. It had been two full days since she had felt his passionate touch, a drought that she was ending tonight. As soon as the door shut behind them she handed Jack the remainder of her ice cream and began to unbutton his shirt.

  “What are you doing?” he asked as he held an ice cream in each hand.

  “What’s it look like?”

  “It’s not even nine o’clock yet.”

  “Good. We have some making up to do,” she said as she parted the front of his shirt and raked her nails softly down his chest and stomach to arrive at his pants. In the cooler environment of their room, the rate the ice cream was melting had slowed, but it was still melting. He barely felt the cold drip land on his hand as she pulls his pants down.

  Jack was firming up nicely as she exposed his manhood and subjected him to tender kisses to tantalize him with what was coming. She rose up and took her ice cream from him. She licked the edge of the cone seductively before she kissed him and passed the cold sweetness to him on her tongue. After a moment, she slowly backed off from the kiss and settled to her knees in front of him. She again kissed him gently, teasing the head of his cock with her tongue, and smiled as she noticed the ice cream melting and running over his hand unnoticed. She took a large bite out of her ice cream and held it on her tongue for a moment, wincing as the headache hit. She didn’t mind. She had a way to kill the headache by warming her mouth quickly.

  He gasped, long and hard, as she took him into her mouth. The shock of the cold was an exquisite counterpoint to her heat. He didn’t know what to do with his ice cream, so he pulled her up by her shoulder. She rose and pushed his shirt off the shoulder on his free hand side, then after he switched the ice cream to the other hand, slowly licked his fingers clean before sliding his shirt completely off.

  Jack was nude, standing with his pants bunched around his ankles, but she was fully dressed. That won’t do at all… he thought. “Undress,” he commanded softly.

  “Sit,” she said as she handed him her ice cream again and pushed him gently back until he sat in a chair. She slowly removed his boots, pant, and socks, kissing and licking, watching his eyes as she finished undressing him. Once finished, and still between his knees, she tipped his hand so that she could take the last bite of her ice cream, going immediately to warming her mouth with his hardened member.

  Jack gasped again and lunged upward with his hips. “Fuck…” he hissed through clenched teeth. The hot and cold sensations were like nothing he had experienced before.

  Tina smiled a she bobbed her head a moment, her tongue busy tickling and licking until the cold feeling had faded. She slowly rose to her feet, hips swaying more than necessary, as her hands traveled down the length of her body. That’s right, big boy… I’m going to take good care of you tonight, she thought as she smiled.

  She began to disrobe, moving and swaying to some unheard rhythm, and he watched, mesmerized. She slowly removed her panties, then took the two steps backwards to the bed as she removed her bra. She threw the linens back, kneeled on the bed, and crooked her finger at him, calling him to her as she smiled wickedly.

  Jack stood, dropped her empty cone into the trash, quickly pulled his weapon and cell from the pile of his pants, and placed them on the side table within easy reach. His ice cream still in hand, he joined her on the bed. Tina took his hand and tried to tip his ice cream to her for a bite but he pulled it away, took a small bite, and offered her a kiss instead.

  She moaned softly as he passed the ice cream to her. There was something incredibly erotic about sharing the cold, creamy dessert in such an intimate manner. They kissed, sucking the sweetness off of each other’s tongues, before he pulled back. She chased his lips, wanting more, but he withheld his kiss. I’ll never look at an ice cream cone in the same way again, he mused with a smile.

  “Ahh! Shit! Cold!” she gasped as Jack dumped the remainder of his ice cream on her just below her breasts. But he didn’t stop there. Setting his cone aside he pushed the glob around on her skin, making her hiss at the cool, lewd sensation. He smeared the ice cream over her breasts and stomach, making her squirm as the shocking chill touched each new area. As the last of the ice cream melted away he began to clean her, slowly licking and sucking away any trace of the dessert. As he worked slowly, diligently, her reaction against the cool sensations faded into something more erotic.

  He was propped on his elbows to keep his sticky hands free of the bed. While it was fun to smear Tina with ice cream, he didn’t want to sleep on dirty, sticky sheets and had been careful to not let the dessert drip onto the linens. As he carefully cleaned her with lips and tongue, she took each of his hands and sucked them clean. For nearly an hour he cleaned her, paying special attention to her breasts. It would have been quicker, easier, and better to have used a damp cloth, but not nearly so satisfying… not to mention entertaining.

  Tina was as clean as she was going to get without a shower, but she couldn’t stand his gentle torment any longer. She simply had to have him and she pushed at him until he rolled over onto his back. She followed and kissed him lustily as she covered him with her body and placed a knee to either side of his hips. They kissed slowly, deeply, and she could taste the last of the caramel mocha flavor on his tongue.

  “I want you,” he whispered as he stared deep into her eyes, his hands on her face as he caressed her cheeks with his thumbs.

  “I want you too,” she replied just as softly. No matter how many times he said those three little words, she would never get tired of hearing them. She rose to her knees, positioned him, and lowered herself, sighing softly as he passed into her wetness. She looked into his face and smiled softly. I love you, she mouthed.

  I love you too, he replied silently as he smiled. It was hard to bring himself to say those words just a week ago, but no longer. They came much more easily now, and he was certain it would become easier still in the future. He was falling for her, and he was falling hard. His smiled broadened slightly as she began to pump herself slowly upon him. He was falling… and he didn’t want to stop.

  Tina moved in a steady rhythm. Her eyes drifted partially closed as the intense pleasures of body and soul flowed through her. She thrust her hips slowly as they gazed into each other eyes until she shivered as a small but intense orgasm passed through her. She was just relaxing from its effects when Jack’s phone rang.

  “Leave it,” she whispered as she resumed her thrusting.

  “Stop a moment. It may be important.” When she stopped, he twisted and reached for his phone. “It’s Rodchenko,” he said as he thumbed the phone. “Ja
ck.”

  “Mr. Carter. You have received payment?”

  “Yes we have. Thank you very much.”

  “When can we expect delivery of the automobiles?”

  “Would in the morning be early enough? Or would you like them now?”

  As Jacked worked out the details, Tina smiled and began to thrust her hips again. He was quiet, but she could tell from Jack’s face that he was feeling it.

  “Tomorrow morning will be acceptable. How will the cars be delivered, and to where?”

  Jack tried to focus as Tina squirmed and thrust on him. “We can make the delivery in any manner you like. If you have transportation I will load the cars for you. Or I can deliver the keys and addresses of the units and you can handle it all yourself.”

  Watching Jack struggle to sound normal and conduct business as she rode him was turning her on in a serious way… and she began to thrust harder.

  Jack was desperate to tell Tina to stop, but he didn’t want Rodchenko to know she was fucking his brains out while he was on the phone with him, so he tried to focus and keep his voice level and normal. But it wasn’t easy… it wasn’t easy at all.

  “You must have transport, do you not? You brought the automobiles from New Mexico to California.”

  “That was a one-time deal,” Jack said as Tina kissed him under his neck. “I have no transportation available.” He took her by her hair with his free hand and gently pulled her lips to his for a torrid kiss as Rodchenko spoke.

  “I see. I will speak with Mr. Goremykin and tell him the circumstances. We will meet for lunch at noon in my hotel and make the exchange then.”

  Jack broke the kiss. He needed to wrap this up because he was going to come soon, and he wouldn’t be able to hide that. “I will see you at noon. It has been a pleasure doing business with you, Mr. Rodchenko.”

  Pyotr was quiet for a moment. “Yes. So I hear,” he said as he terminated the call.

  Jack realized Rodchenko wasn’t fooled for a moment and he felt himself flush in embarrassment. He dropped his phone on the bed before he rolled over, pinned Tina down, and held her gaze with his eyes. “You think your funny, don’t you?” he growled playfully.

  “I thought it was funny. What are you going to do about it?”

  “Maybe,” he murmured as he began to thrust into her, “I need to teach you a lesson.”

  “I might be a slow learner.”

  “I hope so,” he murmured as he took her lips and instructed her… over and over again.

  ***

  CHAPTER THIRTY FOUR

  They splurged the next morning and bought some new clothes so they wouldn’t look like ragamuffins when they lunched with Pyotr. Jack had allowed Tina to dress him in a pair of casual dark grey pants with a taupe coat that was trying to decide if it was tan or grey. A crisp white shirt and loafers completed the look.

  For herself, Tina selected a sleeveless crewneck tunic in classic white, but made fun and flirty with a riotous set of stripes of various widths in orange and teal from her breasts to the bottom hem just above her knee. She added a white bowknot belt to accentuate her curves and a pair of open toed sandals to replace her sneakers. Even though her entire ensemble cost less than $150, she felt like a million bucks as she swayed into the dining room on Jack’s arm.

  “May I help you, sir?”

  Jack turned to the hostess. “We’re to meet Pyotr Rodchenko for lunch. We’re a couple of minutes early.”

  “Mr. Carter?”

  “That’s correct.”

  “Mr. Rodchenko sends his apologies. He is running a bit late and asked that you be seated.”

  Jack flushed as the woman led them to a table in the corner. He remembered his manners at the last moment and pulled out a chair for Tina before she could seat herself. She smiled at him as she folded gracefully into her chair.

  “What do you think is going on?” Tina whispered when they were alone.

  “I don’t know. We already have the money, so that can’t be it. I guess we'll find out when Rodchenko arrives.”

  Jack and Tina nursed their water and nibbled at the delicious bread and honeyed butter until Pyotr arrived fifteen minutes late. “I apologize for my tardiness. I was discussing transportation options with Mr. Goremykin.”

  Jack reached into his jacket pocket and placed twelve keys on the table, along with a folded sheet of paper. “The keys to the cars, the storage buildings, and the addresses where you will find them.”

  Pyotr made no move to take the keys. “Mr. Goremykin has one more requirement.”

  Jack’s eyes narrowed in suspicion and his voice became cool. “What’s that?”

  “It is about the delivery of the cars.”

  Jack waved his hand over the items. “There are the keys. I have delivered them as agreed.”

  “If this were Russia, this would be acceptable. But here… Mr. Goremykin cannot accept the cars in this method.”

  “What do you mean, ‘In this method?’”

  “We cannot ship the cars from their current location.”

  “Not my problem. We never said we would deliver the cars to a particular location. We agreed to deliver the cars to Mr. Goremykin, or in this case, his agent. I’m here, you’re here, and the keys and location of the cars are here.”

  “My sorry, Mr. Carter. This is non-negotiable.”

  Jack leaned in close, his face hard. “Don’t fuck with me, Rodchenko.”

  “Do not threaten me, Mr. Carter. I am not impressed with the threats of a petty thief.”

  “Fuck you, Rodchenko,” he hissed before he turned to Tina and rose. “Let’s go.”

  “Sit down, Mr. Carter.” Rodchenko’s voice never changed in volume or tone, but the command was clear. “To walk away now, without concluding our deal, would not be… wise.”

  Tina placed her hand on Jack’s. “Jack… What do you offer, Mr. Rodchenko?”

  Jack settled back into his chair as Pyotr began to speak. “Mr. Goremykin wants you to deliver the cars to Savannah, Georgia before November 14 of this year.”

  “I told you, I don’t have any way to do that. I have the Audi you saw and a pair of motorcycles, and that’s it. I can’t move six cars with those.” Jack sat back and pursed his lips in annoyance. “Hire a trucking firm to move them.”

  “I spoke with one of your associate, Cheryl, and she informed me that you moved the cars from New Mexico to California with a semi. A semi that you drove. Is that correct?”

  “That’s correct. A stolen semi, I might add. The risks are too great to steal another and drive that far.”

  “Stealing one won’t be necessary.”

  “What do you mean?” Jack leaned forward, more interested now that his anger was subsiding. “And why me? Can’t you hire someone who is willing to move the cars and keep their mouth shut?”

  “That is what I’m attempting to do, Mr. Carter.”

  “I don’t want to do it.”

  “Mr. Goremykin wants you to do it. He is willing to make it worth your effort.”

  “Mr. Rodchenko, I already have enough of Mr. Goremykin’s money that I really don’t care to have any more. Thank you, but no.”

  “Perhaps I haven’t made myself clear. Mr. Goremykin wants you to do this, and you will be handsomely compensated for your time. However, failing to complete the deal would be unfortunate—”

  “I’m sure Goremykin will get over it,” Jack interrupted.

  “Not for Mr. Goremykin, Mr. Carter. For you. And Ms. Harris. It would be… unfortunate… if the police were to learn your whereabouts.”

  “You son of a bitch!” Jack snarled as he began to rise. He had enough of Rodchenko, but the small pistol in Pyotr’s hand froze him in place.

  “Sit down, Mr. Carter.” As Jack sat, the weapon disappeared as fast as it had appeared.

  Tina’s breathing started again as Jack sat down. “Jack… we can do this. We can! I have always wanted to see someplace other than New Mexico.” She turned her attention to Pyot
r. “You said we wouldn’t have to steal a truck?”

  “That’s correct. By this time tomorrow the paperwork will be complete for a Kenworth truck, legally purchased by Goremykin Transport. You will pick the truck up here,” Pyotr said as he slid a business card across the table. “The truck will be fully licensed and insured. Present my card—” Another card is slid across the table. “—and the truck will be turned over to you.”

  “And the cars?” Tina asked as Jack fumed.

  Pyotr pulled a thick envelope from his inside jacket pocket and handed it across to Tina. “Inside you will find Bills of Lading and Manifests for the transportation of six replica Ferraris and an Audi A6 sedan from Los Angeles, California, to Savannah, Georgia. Once in Savannah, you will contact Leslie Almaredy with TransAtlantic Intermodal.” Pyotr slide a third card across the table. “You leave her the keys to the truck, unload your car, and drive away.”