"Holy shit," I respond, my eyes growing big as I look over at Jagger. "I mean, I know we were supposed to walk out of the bank with more than that. It's one thing to know it, but it's all together different when you see that kind of cash right in front of you."
"Freaky, right?" he asks, raising his eyebrows.
"Yep."
He zips up the black duffle bag before tossing it on the side of the bed furthest from the entrance to our hotel room. Dragging a hand through his brown locks, his intoxicating eyes wander over my body again. I wish I could adequately explain what his gaze does to me. I never felt this way with Dougy. He never turned me on just by a look. He never had me plotting ways to get him to touch me. My imagination runs wild with all the ways Jagger could touch me right now. I need him to fill me, to pacify my inner erotic thoughts.
He watches me with an electrifying smolder as he asks, "What's with the towel?"
"No clean clothes," I reply back
He nods his head in understanding. "I'm going to take a shower now. Pizza should be here shortly. Don't use the large bills." He grabs his wallet from his front pocket and pulls out two twenties, money he obviously had in there earlier when he chose to use the stolen credit card at the gas station instead. "This should cover it."
I grab the cash and then Jagger disappears behind the bathroom door and I listen as the shower turns on.
Looking back over at the bag I can't believe how much money we have with us. My sister and I have barely been able to survive at poverty level all these years. I've only recently held over a hundred dollars in my hand, and that was because of a good night promoting. A part of me wants to zip open the duffle bag, dump the money on the bed, and jump on top of it before lying down and making money angels out of it.
I mean... two million dollars. If you spend and invest it wisely, you could live off that money for the rest of your life. If I wasn't completely in love with Jagger and scared of what would happen to him, I'd be tempted to take the money while he's in the shower and run.
There's a knock at the door and I quickly answer it, paying the pizza delivery guy and closing the door before I can really think about what I must look like answering the door in just a towel. My long, wet hair is starting to dry in a wavy mess of red tangles. I place the pizza and six-pack of Coke down on the bed and attempt to comb through my hair with my fingers since I don't have a brush.
The water shuts off inside the bathroom and I stand in the middle of the room, unsure of what my next move should be. There's only one bed and I'm not sleeping naked next to Jagger, not that I'd sleep naked in a sleazy motel room anyway, so I guess I'll sleep in the towel and hope it stays secure around my body throughout the night.
Pulling the comforter off the bed because there is no way I'm sleeping under that thing–I've seen too many specials on the news–I slip under the white sheet and pull it up to my waist before dragging the cardboard pizza box and Coke over to the middle of the bed.
It will be a good divider between Jagger and me... less temptation.
As I'm taking a piece of cheesy pizza to my mouth, the bathroom door opens and Jagger walks out in just a towel. The cloth is hanging loosely at his waist, showcasing his perfectly chiseled stomach and the happy trail that disappears underneath the towel. It leads to... well, I shouldn't think about what his happy trail is leading to.
I bite down on a perfect bite of cheese, crust, and sausage in an attempt not to embarrass myself by drooling down my chin as I stare at his body. His hair is wet, and slicked back as drops of water drip down his body.
"How's the pizza? I'm starving," he says as he plops down on the foot of the bed and pulls the box over to him. His towel opens at the bottom, filling my mind with indecent thoughts about what's underneath.
"It's really good, I think."
"You think?" He grabs a piece for himself and takes a bite.
"I can’t tell if it's really good, or if I'm just that hungry. Either way, it's satisfying and that's what matters," I say, taking another bite. I try to discreetly watch him as he eats, the muscles in his jaw working with each bite. His arm flexes each time he brings the slice to his succulent lips. My eyes wander over his chest and abs. It's only now I notice he has no tattoos, which is shocking since most of his friends, and Lola, are covered in them.
I reach down to take a sip of my Coke as I ask, "Why don't you have any tattoos? Are you afraid of the pain?" Even I have a pair of ballet slippers tattooed near the base of my foot, right next to my ankle.
"Pain doesn't scare me, twinkle toes. I had a drunk for a father. I'm used to being slapped around."
This doesn’t exactly shock me, but it's still sad to think of a young Jagger being hit by his dad.
"Tattoos are permanent markings, another way for someone to identify you. In my line of work you can't risk someone seeing something like that. It increases your chances of getting caught and your ass thrown in jail."
"That makes sense."
We're quiet for the most part as we finish eating. Jagger flicks through the channels on the TV but there isn't much to choose from, mostly just soft-core porn. Once I've eaten until I'm uncomfortably full I get up and wash my hands before returning back to the bed and lying down for the evening. Jagger's already put the almost empty box of pizza on top of the dresser and next to the TV. The remaining unopened cans of Coke are next to it.
I try to lie perfectly still as I focus on what Jagger's watching on TV. The music ends as the screen turns to black and then a new program is starting. The camera lens is purposely unfocused as the beginning credits scroll on the television. A Brandon Boner production comes across the screen before two female and two male names I've never heard of glide across the screen. Then the lens focuses in on four people having drinks at a bar. Nothing has happened yet, but by the terrible acting and the way the actresses are dressed, it's easy to determine that Jagger has a porno on.
Turning my back to him, I face the window covered with thick brown curtains and close my eyes, attempting to ignore the television and go to sleep.
It's impossible. Between the panting, slurping, and other sexual sounds coming from the television, and Jagger's body moving every so often, I'm distracted... and turned on. It's embarrassing but true. It's hard not to be with the sounds coming from the TV and knowing Jagger is pretty much naked just a few feet away. I pull the sheet up further, so the material is covering most of my body.
"Do you want me to turn it off?"
Oh, thank God.
"Could you, please? I can't fall asleep with all that... noise."
"It's all good. I've seen this one before anyway." The obnoxious sounds of sex immediately disappear and the room goes dark now that the only light coming from the television is gone. It's eerily quiet as Jagger settles under the sheet, and I'm even more awake than I was a few minutes ago.
"So you watch a lot of porn?" I ask him. If I'm forced to be awake, he's going to be awake, too.
"Define a lot?" His bare legs brushes against the back of my thigh as he tries to get comfortable. "I'm just kidding around, twinkle toes. Sure, I watch porn every once in a while, but it's not a part of my daily routine. It's only when I'm really bored, or the guys and I have nothing to do on a Saturday night."
I don’t respond as I close my eyes again and try to relax. I just need to forget that an almost naked Jagger is lying behind me. I need to remember how he made me feel five years ago after we slept together–empty and alone. He took my virginity and then he took my dignity the next morning. He treated me horribly and only started talking to me recently because he needed something.
I'm getting furious just thinking about it, digging up all the old memories. I pined after him for years, finally had him, and then I didn't anymore. Even after all of that, I wouldn't change anything. I still have a love for him that can't be explained, because I shouldn't love him. I shouldn't feel this way about him when he doesn't share the same feelings. For the longest time I was just a charity case to h
im, and when I was old enough I became a sexual conquest. Something he claimed before moving on to the next girl.
As I go over the memories in my head, I'm debating throwing my clothes back on and asking for another room, but then I feel his breath on the back of my neck as a hand touches my towel-covered hip and squeezes gently. His other hand comes up to move the strands of damp hair off to one side of my neck. Then his mouth is on me, his lips brushing between my shoulder blades before kissing the back of my neck. I shiver uncontrollably before whispering, "What are you doing?"
His lips linger on my skin as a soft, needy sound escapes his mouth. "I'm giving us both what we've wanted for a long time." His hand slips around to the front of my body and I quiver with anticipation of what's to come. His fingertips graze my inner thigh before slipping underneath my towel and trailing up my leg. His lips never leave my skin as he kisses his way to the sensitive spot right below my ear. "I've wanted you for so long, twinkle toes."
The tip of one of his fingers brushes along my mound before sliding against my clit. "This isn't smart," I pant out, unable to restrain the excitement in my voice. "We need a good night sleep. We have too much to deal with in the morning."
"All the more reason to indulge tonight. We might not have tomorrow." His words grant him an all access pass to my body. We don't know what will happen tomorrow, and I'm not going to waste what might be my last chance to be with Jagger.
I tilt my head, giving him better access to my neck as his lips trail back down my skin and his fingers move urgently against my swollen center. He parts my folds as his thumb rubs slow, pressured circles against my clit. His cock hardens behind me.
This isn't smart. He's just using me, using my body to get off. He'll leave me when this is all over. I should stop this before I can get hurt, but even as I think the thoughts I push my ass back to grind against his erection. He continues to play with my clit; his fingers helping me chase my release, a release that is building quicker and quicker under his touch.
His other hand moves to my backside, lifting the towel so my ass is bare to him and that's when I realize he's gotten rid of his towel, too. There is no barrier between us, and nothing stopping his hard length from sliding against me.
And that's what he does. Spreading my legs slightly, he nestles his cock between the apex of my thighs as he slides between my folds, teasing me and then pulling away. With each thrust the head of his cock grazes my clit and the dual stimulation of his fingers and cock push me over the edge. I come harder than I have in five years.
Dougy was good in bed, but no one ever compared to Jagger. He was my first and he was the best, somehow able to open the door to an infinite world of pleasure even during my first time. Now I'm getting another taste of him and with one orgasm he's reminding me of why no other man will ever compare to him.
I'm okay if death comes tomorrow, as long as he continues to give me this perfect bliss tonight.
As I come down from my euphoric high and the endorphins begin to settle, Jagger flips me around to my other side so we're chest to chest, and then his lips collide with mine. It's messy and fierce, but as his lips move against mine and he pries them open with his tongue, I can't help but growl against him, begging him to continue and take what he wants from me.
His hand grips the back of my thigh before bending my knee and hitching my leg up and around his hip so I am open and exposed for him. His cock slides against the wetness between my legs as the engorged head of his cock teases my core.
My nipples tingle as the hard buds press against his slick chest coated in sweat. His lips move from mine as he kisses down my neck and to my clavicle, whispering against my skin. "How have I let myself go so long without this?"
I don't know if this is referring to sex, intimacy, or me, and I don’t care, just as long as he doesn’t stop touching me.
He licks a trail back up my neck with his tongue before leaving small, urgent kisses against my chin, then my cheek, and then my nose. I let out a staggered breath against his prickly cheek and then he's inside me. One thrust and I'm filled with eight thick inches of perfection. As he begins to pull out I let out a tortured noise and then he thrusts back in, filling me completely. I’m on the brink of another orgasm and he's barely moved inside me.
His fingers dig into the back of my thigh as he begins to ruthlessly fuck me, hitting my body hard with every thrust. His movements are effortless as his cock rubs against my g-spot, creating the perfect friction and I'm ready to come.
I lace my fingers in his hair and pull his mouth to mine, kissing him with a fiery passion I didn’t have the first time we had sex. I was young, too young to know what I wanted and ask for what I needed.
I'm older now, and I need him to continue the kiss. I need his mouth to drown out the sounds of my screams as he makes me come for a second time tonight.
My orgasm builds and my pussy tightens as he grinds against me in just the right place, and then I climax. My back arches as his free hand wraps around the back of my head and he holds me to him. I scream his name into his mouth and he bites down on my bottom lip, thrusting inside me once more while he comes. His seed shooting inside me, filling me completely and I love the feeling of it. I love knowing a little bit of him is inside me, staking claim to me.
He never took the time to wear protection but I'm not worried. I get a shot for birth control.
I whimper against his mouth as I come down from the heavenly feeling his body just gave me. When his lips release mine, his head falls forward as his sweaty forehead meets mine, his uneven breath tickling my lips.
"Wow," he pants before leaving a chaste kiss on my damp, swollen mouth. "I can't believe I've been missing that all this time."
Smiling against his lips as I feel his cock twitch inside me I whisper, "You only missed it because you left me all those years ago. If you would have stayed you could have been getting this the entire time."
His hands come up to grip my shoulders as he pulls his face slightly away from me so that he can look me in the eyes. His eyes drift over my features, trying to read me. "I only left because you deserved better, twinkle toes. If I had stayed that night, I would have ruined your life. You were going places and I would have only gotten in the way."
"I was going nowhere," I interrupt. "I had just found out any chance at a dancing career was over. That night I felt like the world around me was crumbling down. I was miserable before you walked me home, and then you gave me something I had wanted for a long time. You gave me you and I thought maybe, just maybe, things might turn around, but then I woke up and you were gone and my life got that much worse."
His right hand moves from my shoulder and up to cup my cheek before brushing my damp, sweaty hair away from my forehead. "Oh, twinkle toes. I didn't know that at the time. I thought I was doing right by you. I only found out later, months after you started attending the local high school, what had happened. By then you were dating Dougy."
He leans in to leave a soft kiss against my forehead. Theses tender kisses have become my favorite. When his lips touch my forehead or temple I savor the moment.
"Can we not talk about this right now. I'm happy, sated, and tired. I don't want to get worked up and start second-guessing the last five years of my life tonight. I want to lay here in ignorant bliss."
"Sure, twinkle toes." He pulls his softened cock out of me before turning me back around in his arms so he's spooning me from behind. His lips press against the back of my ear. "We can talk tomorrow, sweet girl. Tonight I'm just going to hold you. I promise to be here when you wake up."
Chapter Thirteen
My eyes stay closed as I begin to wake up from an uninterrupted sleep and instinctively I know I'm alone in bed. Jagger must have left me... again. It's just another one of his broken promises. My eyelids flutter open and I adjust to the dark room, following the traces of sunlight coming from the motel room door.
Jagger is sitting on the ground, his back resting against the open door as he peers
out at the parking lot. He's bare chested, wearing only underwear as he inhales a drag from his lit cigarette, pausing for several seconds before exhaling the smoke out into the open air. His hair is a tousled mess on top of his head and I'm sure it drives him crazy that it's no longer long enough to pull behind his ears or throw back in a hair tie.
Pulling the sheet up to cover my naked body, I sit up in bed and let out an intentional cough to get his attention. His eyes find mine and he slowly grins before taking another drag of his cigarette.
"Sleep well, twinkle toes?"
I did. I slept better than I have in a long time, which is a thought I can dissect later because I should have had a restless sleep. A cartel is possibly after us and we have two million in cash just sitting in our motel room ready for anyone to just come in and take.
I try not to think about Matteo Esposito because when I do, news stories I've seen over the years pop in my head. There were dismembered bodies, bloody massacres, and the few he did leave alive didn't have tongues to speak about it.
"I slept great. How did you sleep?"
He tosses the end of his cigarette out onto the parking lot before getting up and walking back inside. The door to the motel room shuts behind him as he strolls over to the bed, over to me. Leaning in he pushes me teasingly on the bed, my back flat against the mattress as he falls on top of me and kisses me softly. His lips are soft and I can taste the lingering nicotine from his smoke break, something that I crave because it's distinctly Jagger.
His lips release mine before he lifts himself back off me and stands up. "I need you to run to the store while I walk over to the gas station down the road to purchase a burner phone. I need to make a few phone calls."
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