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 and 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.
“What do you think?” Jack asked when the guard was out of sight.
“Assuming everything you need is on the key ring or in his wallet? No sweat. Can you arrange a distraction?”
“How much of one?”
“Not much. But I need something to shift his attention if you want both.”
“I think that can be arranged. Maybe I will have Seth and Michelle come up here and get rowdy. They’re good at that.”
“Really?” Tina asked in surprise. She hadn’t gotten that vibe from them at all. Well, maybe Michelle a little from her comment about wanting to fuck Jack. But having had a taste of Mr. Jack Carter, she could see why.
“Oh, yeah,” Jack chuckled. “They like to go out honky-tonking and stir up shit. There are a couple of places they are banned from reentering.”
“I would have never guessed.”
“Yeah. That meek and mild exterior is a carefully cultivated disguised,” he said with a grin. “They’re good people, though. They would do anything for you, and he has been good as the president of the Sons.”
“You and Seth are friends?”
“Yeah. All the Sons are friends.”
“But not as much as Marshall?”
“How do you know all this stuff?”
“Nic told me. She said you and Marshall grew up together.”
“Yeah. Don’t tell anyone, but r
eally, Marshall and Nic, they are kind of my best friends. They are the ones I pal around with when it’s just Jack and not Jack Carter, VP of the Desert Sons.”
“Your secret is safe with me, Mr. Vice President.”
They wandered around a bit more, ostensibly looking at art, but really scoping out the building. They located the alarm panel and all the doors, including the big roll up door the cars would have to come through.
“Can you lift the key ring from the guard, and maybe his wallet?”
“Now?” Tina asked in surprise.
“Yeah. I have an idea.”
Tina scratched under her ear. “I can try. What are you going to do?”
“I’m going to make sure the keys we need are on that ring and pull them. There has to be a hardware store around here somewhere. I will have duplicates of the door keys made, and then I will put the keys back on the ring and you can put the ring and wallet back. There is probably an alarm code we will have to enter, and I have my fingers crossed it will be written down and stuck in his wallet. I hope so, anyway. Then, Friday, when we are ready, you will lift the ring and I will remove that weird key for the alarm panel, then you can put the ring back. Can you do that? Put it back on the guard?”
Tina grimaced. “That doubles the chances of me getting caught.”
“I know. But it will reduce the chance of them noticing the keys are gone.”
“Yeah. I can do it. Do you think Seth and Michelle will be willing to come up here and stir up trouble?”
Jack chuckled. “Count on it.”
“What about today?”
“We’ll think of something.”
The next time they saw the guard, Tina asked about the restroom. While the guard spoke and gestured she lifted his key ring and wallet. In the restroom, she thumbed through the wallet and found a small laminated card with six numbers on it. It was the only thing out of the ordinary in the wallet, so she wrote the numbers down and put the card back where she found it. After returning from the bathroom, while she kept watch, Jack found and removed the two door keys they would need and verified the oddly shaped barrel key that fit the alarm panel was on the ring.
Less than thirty minutes later, Jack returned with four keys, the two originals from the ring and two duplicates. Tina produced the key ring from her pocket and he put the keys back. Holding the keys in her hand, they wandered about until they found the guard. While Jack engaged him in conversation about the upcoming Cars as Art exhibit, she quickly tucked the wallet and keys back into their respective locations.
After the guard wandered away, Tina and Jack snickered as their arms went around each other’s waist and they slowly walked out of the gallery and back to Jack’s car.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
“We’re a go,” Jack said into his cell as he shut his apartment door behind them.
It wasn’t even dinner time yet, but Tina couldn’t wait. She was going to be part of a fucking twenty-two million dollar heist, and Jack’s fucking plan is going to fucking work! She crouched down in front of him and loosened his belt. This heist was the most exciting thing she had ever done and she was going to fuck him silly tonight.
“Yeah. Same as before, but without all the breaking of glass,” he said, swatting at her hands.
She snickered and let him push her hands away, but the moment he stopped, she finished unfastening his pants and pulled them down.
“Would you stop it!” he scolded, putting a thumb over the microphone of the cell. “No, sorry Seth, not you. Tina. Yeah, she’s trying to start trouble,” he said as she engulfed his flaccid member in her mouth. “No, not that kind of trouble. Yeah, we are now. Yeah, that kind of trouble.”
She licked and teased with her tongue, the feel of him becoming erect while in her mouth supremely erotic.
“Listen. I need a favor from you and Michelle,” Jack said, trying to focus on the task at hand. He tried to step back but Tina moved with him, holding him in her mouth as she slid up and down his shaft. “Can you two come to the gallery about an hour before they close and stir up some trouble?”
While Jack explained what he wanted Seth and Michelle to do, she rose from her knees and unbuttoned his shirt. She removed it, and it was quickly followed by her own clothes.
Jack tried to concentrate on his conversation, but Tina was making it exceptionally difficult. With his pants bunched around his ankles and her naked body rubbing against his as she kissed and sucked on his skin, he kept losing his train of thought, much to the apparent delight of Seth.
“Seth. I’ll call you later tonight or tomorrow. I have something I need to do right now.” He thumbed the phone off, dropped it in the chair, and then grabbed for her, but she danced out of his reach.
She smiled wickedly and backed into the bedroom, flicking her fingers in the universal come and get it gesture.
He grinned evilly as he toed his shoes and socks off and stepped out of his pants. She is so going to get it tonight, he thought as he followed her into the bedroom.
Just as he entered the bedroom, Tina threw all the bed linens into the floor, leaving nothing but the fitted sheet on the king size bed. “I hope you are ready, because I am going to fuck you stupid tonight,” she breathed as she crawled onto the bed. Never in her life had she been so ready to fuck.
“Not if I do it to you first,” he growled in answer to her challenge, joining her on the bed.
“First one to cry uncle fixes breakfast?” she asked as he pinned her to the bed with his body, his lips hovering millimeters above hers.
“I like my bacon crispy,” he said as his lips covered hers.
Last night had been a sweet and tender moment for them. They hadn’t made love, but they had snuggled warmly until they dropped off to sleep. Tonight couldn’t be more different as they attacked each other’s mouths and waged erotic war. They sucked on each other’s tongues and lips while their hands pulled and shoved at each other, both consumed by a red mist of lust.
Jack tried to reign in his out-of-control lust. He was so turned on by Tina’s challenge that he was dry humping the bed as they kissed, but she wouldn’t let him back down, holding him into the kiss as she savaged his mouth. His fingers found her womanhood, and as he slathered his fingers in her wetness, she began to thrust into his fingers.
The slight motion of his body as he thrust his hips into the bed was revving her up beyond what she had thought possible. If he wants to shove that cock into something, why won’t he shove it into me? Then his fingers were on her and her hips started grinding, trying to drive his fingers into her hot and ready wetness.
He powered up out of her embrace, unwilling to wait another moment before pleasing her. He replaced his fingers with his tongue, pressing hard on her button as he lapped at her. She grunted and thrust, then twisted her hips savagely. He tried to prevent her from rolling over, but he had been caught off guard and couldn’t prevent it.
Holy … fuck … that feel good! she thought as he attacked her with lips and tongue, but she wanted more. She braced her leg and twisted with all her strength as she tried to force him to his back. He was strong, but not strong enough. She sat on his face for a moment, nearly gasping in pleasure as his tongue darted and slithered, but then she strained as she pushed herself up and broke his grip on her hips. Free of his grasp, she turned and took his cock into her mouth as he pulled her legs over his shoulders. Now the contest over who cooked breakfast really began.
They spent many minutes pleasuring each other with lips and tongues, each trying to force the other into orgasm while withholding their own. As their erotic duel continued, they each began to grunt and growl as their pleasure threatened to overwhelm them. No quarter was asked nor given. Finally, due to his superior skill and experience, Jack forced Tina into a howling orgasm as his finger probed her, stroking her sweet spot as he snapped at her clit with his lips.
Jack panted as Tina cried her release into the night. He had clung to his control by the thinnest of threads until her ability
to resist had collapsed. He knew she was multi-orgasmic and probably wasn’t finished, so he used the brief respite while she lay across him, recovering from her orgasm, to gather as much of the tattered remains of his control as he could.
She had fought against her orgasm until she couldn’t hold it back any more. She had never had any trouble making a guy come before, so Jack must be the stud that Michelle claimed he was. But she wasn’t done. Oh, no, not by a long shot. As strength flowed back into her, she rose up and turned to face him. She held his rigid member vertical and, after checking her position, slammed him home.
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