“Fuck…” she sighed as the kiss they shared dissolved and she pulled his face to her neck. He had given her two overwhelming orgasms and they didn’t even have their pants off yet! They held each other a moment as he gently kissed her neck and nibbled at the lobe of her ear. She was going to have him in a moment but for now she was content to hold him, and to be held by him.
After a moment he moved his lips back to hers and kissed her as he raised himself to his knees in invitation. She immediately began working at his pants and slid her hand into the opening to caress his manhood. He hissed in pleasure as she gently stroked him.
“I want you,” he whispered softly before he kissed her gently once more.
“I want you too,” she replies softly as his words thrilled her at a deep level.
They parted only long enough to finish undressing before he covered her with his body again. He settled between her thighs and she pulled her legs up and gripped him tightly as her arms went around him and pulled him in close.
He entered her and slowly pushed in deep and then held himself there as he soaked in pleasures that were unrelated to the flesh as two become one and light was cast into a dark spot in his soul. After a moment he pulled back before slowly pushing in again as he took his time and drew out their pleasure. They had all night, and he didn’t want to waste a second of it.
Tina’s eyes drifted closed as she was almost overwhelmed with passionate feelings she couldn’t explain. Jack had fucked her slowly before, but this wasn’t the same. As good as it felt to have him deep inside of her, there was more, a deeper pleasure, a more profound pleasure that touched something inside of her. She strained with all her might as she pulled him as tight to her as she could, but wanted to hold him tighter still when she realized that they were no longer fucking. They were making love.
He tightened his embrace on her as she tugged him down tight and squeezed him with arms and legs. He began to thrust harder and she gasped softly. The sound pierced him like an arrow and filled him with heat and he began to drive into her harder still.
“Yes, yes, yes! Harder!” she gasped between sharp pants.
He was aflame and consumed with a need to please her. His own orgasm approached as he drove into her fast and hard. He pulled back from her neck and rose up on his hands so he could look into her face, her beautiful face, the face of an angel. Her hands came to rest on his cheeks as she held him and stared into his eyes.
She looked into his face as he watched her. His gaze was so soft and loving that she wanted to cry in joy, so completely consumed with her feelings for him that she couldn’t speak. Her head tipped back and her eyes closed as an orgasm took her just as she heard him gasp. As she fell into the abyss of her climax he thrust into her deeply one last time and held himself there as his wetness splashed into her.
They were still for many long moments as they held each other and his emotions swirled like a hurricane. Jack knew something fundamental had changed in their relationship and he no longer thought of her in the same way. He has been in love once, deeply in love, and he knew that he was beginning to fall for Tina. She completed him in a way that Colette had once so long ago. That had ended in tragedy, and as he held Tina now he silently promised himself again he wouldn’t fail her has he had Colette.
She held Jack and softly caressed his back as they lay together with his cock still inside of her. She felt at peace and aglow like never before. If he were to ask, she would tell him that she loved him, but she wondered how much of that was the afterglow of passion and how much was real. Would she feel the same way in the morning? She sighed in contentment and decided it didn’t matter. Having this feeling now was enough and tomorrow would take care of itself.
After a time, he rolled off of her and she snuggled into her favorite position. They said nothing, unable to find the words, afraid to speak them even if they could, as they kissed and caressed. As they lay together, warm and content from passion spent, their touches said everything that needed to be said until first Jack, then Tina, drifted into a deep and contented sleep.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Tina handed her menu to the waitress after placing her breakfast order. Jack had woken her with tender kisses less than two hours before. They hadn’t made love, but they had spent a long time in the shower while they kissed, touched, and delighted in their closeness. That feeling she had last night dimmed slightly in the bright morning light, but it was still there and strong enough that she felt like she had a stupid grin on her face that she couldn’t remove.
“What?” Jack asked.
“Beats the hell out of me,” she said as her grin grew wider. “I’m just so damn happy this morning I can’t stand myself.”
Jack returned her grin and understood exactly how she felt. He may be on the run and one of the most wanted criminals in New Mexico at the moment, but damned if he wasn’t as happy as he can remember being in a long time.
“I need you to do me a favor,” he said.
“What’s that?”
“I need to make a phone call.”
“Okay. Sooo…?”
“I need a phone.”
“Use the one in the motel.”
“Uh-uh. I need to borrow a cell, if you know what I mean.”
Tina grinned. “Borrow, as in return when you’re done?”
“That’s right.”
“Why do you make everything so hard?”
“I thought you liked it hard.”
She snickered. “Difficult, then.”
“I like to give you a challenge.”
She sighed dramatically. “That’s easy for you to say,” she said, but her grin belied her apparent annoyance.
As they plowed through their breakfasts they talk about their day. Tina wanted to go somewhere populated with lots of people to give her the best chance to lift a phone. But then she saw him freeze with his eyes focused on the television in the corner. She looked to the television in her line of vision but saw nothing of interest, so she twisted to look at the television he stared at.
“Shit!” she whispers, looking back at her plate. On the television where two photos, one of Jack and her mug shot.
“Yeah,” he said, also looking down at his plate.
“What the fuck are we going to do?”
“We are going to eat, just like normal, then quietly leave. If we just up and walk out without finishing, people are going to wonder why.”
“What if someone recognizes us?” she hissed.
“They won’t be sure. Your hair is longer now and my picture was from several years ago. I recognized that picture. They’ve been in my apartment. Dammit!”
They finished eating and, in the meantime, glanced furtively around. Not even one person showed the slightest interest in them.
Done, Jack dropped a pair of twenties on the table without waiting for the check and they slinked out, putting on their sunglasses as they walked to further disguise their faces.
They rumbled back to the motel and while Tina packed, Jack settled up with the manager. Less than an hour after their faces appeared on the television they were ready to leave. As he stuffed his clothes into the saddlebags on his bike, Tina suggested they stop and have their hair cut. They found the nearest place and she pouted as she watched his gorgeous, sexy locks were cut into a conservative business cut. It looked good on him, but she wouldn’t be able to twist her hands up in his hair anymore and she was going to miss that.
Because her picture showed her hair short, she left it long, but had it lightened considerably and cut so that she had bangs instead of wearing it pulled straight back.
Satisfied they had done all they could on short notice, they stood by their bikes to decide their next move. After they discussed it they decided on Carlsbad because, like Roswell, there was a lot of tourist traffic and they would only spend one night in each town they stopped in before moving on to someplace new.
They mounted up and hit the road and once again headed south on highway 28
5. By the time they reached the halfway point at Artesia, Jack’s Knucklehead was suffering. It was severely down on power and running rough. With no other option, they pressed on and after two tedious hours, they completed the seventy-five mile journey to Carlsbad. Jack’s hog was limping as he nursed the bike into the first large restaurant they found.
“What are we going to do?” Tina asked as they dismount from their bikes.
“Nothing to do. We’re going to have to find someone that can fix it. Or let me use their shop so I can fix it.” He looked at the bike in disgust. Of all the times for it to go tits up, why did it have to be now? he wondered to himself. “Let’s go inside and see what we can find out.”
Inside they asked around, but nobody could offer any help. They were about to leave when a man and woman rumble up on a full dresser Harley. Jack waited until they dismounted before he approached. Fortunately the man and his wife were locals and, while sympathetic to their plight, their only advice was to take the bike to the nearest Harley dealer… in Roswell.
“Shit!” Jack spat after the man and woman entered the restaurant. “We were just there! I doubt it will make it that far. I’m going to have to have it hauled.”
“How are we going to do that?”
“We need to borrow a phone and a phone book.”
“I haven’t even seen a phone book in years… have you?”
“No,” Jack admitted.
“Come on. Let’s go inside and get something to drink,” Tina said as she led the way.
It’s only eleven in the morning and the restaurant isn’t very busy. As they order their drinks, Tina scanned the restaurant until her eyes stopped on a man typing away at his phone. She watched for a moment as he finished his message and returned the phone to his suit coat pocket.
“Be right back,” she said.
Tina approached the man’s table, heading for the restroom, as a waitress arrived with her hands full of plates for a nearby table. Tina stepped back to give the woman room to pass and bumped into the man’s chair. “Oh! Excuse me!” Tina said as she put a hand on his shoulder to avoid falling on him.
“No problem,” the man replied with a congenial smile as he steadied her.
She waited until the waitress finished passing out plates, then made her way to the restroom to relieve herself.
“Here you go,” Tina said as she handed the phone to Jack when she returned.
“Where the hell did you get this?” Jack asked in surprise.
“I… uh… borrowed it. Make it quick before the guy misses it. There’s no password on it… thank goodness.”
It was an iPhone, and Jack was used to using an Android, so it took him a minute to figure it out, But soon enough he had the web browser pulled up and started making phone calls. He didn’t have time to be choosy and took the first person he reached that could transport his bike, then handed the phone back to Tina.
“Shouldn’t we keep it?” Tina asked.
“No. I don’t want to keep the guy’s phone. Besides, he’s going to miss it in here and know someone took it. If we are going to steal a phone, better to do it on the street so they won’t know when it went missing.”
“You want me to put it back?” she asked dryly.
“Can you?”
She grimaced. “Not without making him suspicious. But I can do the next best thing.” She took the phone and as she stood, slipped it inside her pants and let it slide down inside her leg until she could hold it with her hand. As she made her way to the restroom again she dropped the phone and give it a little kick as it came out on her foot. The phone slid to a stop under his chair.
“I’ll try not to fall on you this time,” she teased as she walked by the mark to cover the noise and focus his attention on her.
She hung around in the bathroom long enough to make her trip plausible before she exited and returned to their table. She was just sitting down as the man stood to leave, checked his person and looked around until he found his phone on the floor. Tina heaved a sigh of relief. That was cutting it a little close.
***
“Awesome bike,” the driver of the truck said as Jack pushed the bike up. “What’s wrong with it?”
“Don’t know. Something serious, though.”
“Man, that’s a shame. What is that, a forty-something?”
“Thirty-nine.”
“Beautiful bike. They told you what the charge would be?” the man asked as he started pulling out straps.
“Yeah. They said to pay you,” Jack said, peeling off the cash.
The man took the money and wrote him a receipt. “Thank you. Don’t worry… I wouldn’t dare scratch such a beautiful bike,” he said with a grin.
Jack helped him muscle the bike onto the truck and then watched as the man strapped it securely. “One of you want to ride in the truck with me?” the driver offered once the bike was loaded and secured.
“You want to ride in the truck?” Jack asked.
“It’s only an hour back to Roswell. I’ll just ride behind you.”
Jack smiled. The back of the Softail wasn’t the most comfortable perch for Tina, but having her tucked in tight makes it a nice ride for him. “We’re good. You know where the Harley dealer is?”
“Yep.”
“Good. We’ll follow you, then.”
Ninety minutes later they rolled into the Harley dealership and, as the bike was unloaded, Jack spoke to the service manager. “They’re booked for the next couple of days but they said they would try to work us in,” he informed Tina.
“You want me to go back the motel and get our room back?”
“Yeah. Why don’t you do that, then come back here? Maybe by then I will know something.” He handed her a decent stack of cash, and as she rode away he tipped the driver, then pushed the bike into the service bay.
The bike caused all work in the service area to stop as the service techs gathered around to gawk at the Knucklehead. After some difficulty Jack was finally able to start the bike, but it ran very poorly. Opinions to the problem flew, but most of them Jack was able to knock down immediately as the likely culprit.
“Hang on, let me try something,” one of the techs said as he walked away and returned in a moment with a paper napkin. “Try to start it again,” he said as he crouched at the exhaust pipe. Once Jack finally got the bike running again, the tech held the paper at the end of the exhaust. “Kill it,” he commanded after a moment. “I think you have a burned valve.”
“That’s not good,” Jack said somberly.
“No, it’s not. We’re going to have to tear it down to know for sure, though. Let me talk to the boss. I know the guy whose bike I’m working on. I’ll give him a call and tell him your situation. He’ll be okay with slotting you in ahead of him. We’ll see if we can’t break this thing down and see what’s going on today. Parts are going to be the problem.”
“Thanks for helping me out,” Jack said sincerely.
The tech gave him a big smile. “Just want to help get that beauty back on the road. I’m Brad, by the way.”
“Tom Harris,” Jack said, shaking the man’s hand.
“Nice to meet you Tom. Go make yourself comfortable while I try to get squared away. I’ll call you before we start taking it apart. This ol’ girl is a little before my time and I could use your advice while opening her up so I don’t break anything.”
***
Jack was wandering around in the showroom when Tina arrived. With nothing else to do, they fitted her for a leather jacket and a helmet. The jacket and helmet took a bite out of their available funds, but if they were going to be on the road for days or weeks on end, she needed a helmet that fit and leathers to protect her in the event of a crash.
“Tom!” Brad called.
It took a moment before it registered on Jack that he was talking to him. “Sorry!” he said when he realized the tech was talking to him. “Daydreaming.”
“Come on back. The service manager said we could look and see i
f we can diagnose the problem.”
“You want to hang out here or go back to the room?” Jack asked Tina.
“How long will you be?”
“Not long, I hope. Not more than a couple of hours. Probably less.”
“I’ll hang out for a while. If I decide to go back to the room, I will find you and let you know.”
“Okay, babe,” he said. He kissed her quickly on the lips before he followed Brad into the service area.
After Jack left, Tina began to pace. She knew the chances of someone recognizing her were slim, but she still felt exposed and vulnerable all the same. She looked over the bikes arrayed in ranks like soldiers, then thumbed through the racks of Harley-Davidson apparel again. Then she began to pace again.
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