The Con

by Justine Elvira

  I bring him in and out, each time taking him deeper and deeper until he hits the back of my throat. The next time he thrusts in deep, I stop, leaving him as far back in my mouth as he can go and I suck hard. I let up and start to pull away when Jagger groans, his head falling back as he slides his fingers into my hair.

  "Damn, twinkle toes. Don't stop."

  I take my hand off the base of his cock and wrap both hands behind the back of his thighs, digging my fingers into his flesh as I fuck him with my mouth. He begins to thrust forward and my eyes tear up from how deep he's reaching with each push, but I don't pull away, I don’t stop him. There is something freeing about being fucked this way by the man you love. Trusting him not to take it too far.

  When I can no longer breathe his cock swells inside my wet mouth and a moment later he comes down my throat. I barely have a chance to taste it because his head is so deep inside me, but as he pulls out traces of cum fall against my tongue and I savor the taste of him.

  "Your mouth is amazing, twinkle toes," he says as he grips me under my armpits and pulls me to my feet. His mouth falls on mine and he kisses me passionately, not caring that my mouth was just on his cock and that I probably still have lingering drops of his cum on my tongue.

  When he pulls away, giving me a chance to breathe, he kisses my cheek and then whispers across my skin, "I love you, Ronnie."

  I wrap my arms around his back and whisper back, "I love you, too."

  I move onto the bed with him and we slip under the sheets before he pulls his shirt over his head so he's completely naked. I move over to him, wrapping myself around him so I can cuddle close to him throughout the night.

  When I'm in Jagger's arms it's easy to forget about everything else. I can forget about the little girl with dreams of becoming a professional dancer. I can forget about the mistakes I made once I learned I would no longer be able to dance. I can forget about my club promoting job, and agreeing to do the bank job with Jagger, and just focus on the fact that after eleven years of pining after him I'm finally with Jagger.

  I'm finally his.

  If I had a chance to go back to two weeks ago and tell him no, I wouldn't. I rather be on the run with Jagger, than stuck in a life in my trailer in the Evergreen's without him.

  Chapter Seventeen

  The next morning I'm sitting at the small table in the hotel room, eating scrambled eggs, bacon and toast from room service as Jagger calls his friend, Ky. Jagger was up bright and early this morning purchasing another burner phone at the gas station.

  We're going to need Ky's help to have a fighting chance at survival. We'll also need more clothes because while I still have a few more clean panties, I've worn almost everything else I bought at Target. I'm in my last clean pair of jeans, but my blue t-shirt is dirty.

  The food at the hotel tastes delicious, or maybe it's just that I haven't had a decent breakfast in a few days. Either way, we've definitely upgraded from the motel in Colorado. The sheets we slept on last night were soft and smelled of fresh linen. The room is cool, with updated furnishing and there's a wide range of television channels on the TV.

  When Jagger comes back into the room I'm finishing up my food and gesture for him to have a seat and eat, too. He ordered himself an apple and bagel with cream cheese, but he doesn't touch it. Instead he sits down and looks at me apprehensively.

  I'm instantly on alert. "What's wrong? What happened?"

  "Nothing's wrong, twinkle toes. Ky's going to help us the best he can. He has a cousin up in Dallas who can get us new identities. New IDs and passports."

  "Don’t you think that's taking it a little too far, I mean, do we really need to get new identities?"

  "Ronnie, I don’t think you understand just how dangerous Matteo Esposito is. He has men everywhere. The minute we try to book a flight or cross the border, he'll know about it. Our best chance to go into hiding is to become new people. I know it's not ideal, and all of this is a lot for you to absorb, but it's the only option we have right now."

  I cross my legs and intertwine my hands in my lap. "And once we get new identification, what do we do then?"

  "Then we'll open up some accounts so we're not carrying all this cash around. We'll figure it all out as we go, twinkle toes." Picking up the crisp red apple in front of him, Jagger takes a bite. His eyes stay focused on me as he takes another bite, and then another.

  I'm not sure what to say to him right now. It's not like I can tell him no. This is a situation I've never been in before and although Jagger's never been in a situation like this, either, he does have experience with people like Matteo. If new identification is the only way to survive right now, he can sign me up to be Ginger McGillicutty for all I care.

  We sit here for several minutes while he finishes his breakfast and then he gets up and crosses over to my side of the table. Crouching down so we're at eye level, he rests his elbow on his knees. "I'm so sorry, baby. I never wanted to put you in this situation. I never wanted to take your life away from you. I only ever wanted you to have an extraordinary life. I promise, I fucking swear, everything is going to work out, Ronnie. We just need to make it to Dallas and then we'll meet up with Ky's cousin."

  "And what do we do after that?"

  "After that we start planting the seeds to start our new life. I don't have all the answers. I wish I did because you deserve answers, but what I do know is that we're going to get through all of this as long as we stick together. We have to stick together."

  I bend over, cupping his face in my hands. "I may have a lot of doubts right now, Jagger, but staying with you isn't one of them. You don't have to worry about me leaving you."

  I brush my lips against his in a comforting kiss, but I pull away before the kiss can escalate. "I will miss this hotel room, though. Can we get one just as nice in Dallas."

  "Anything for you, twinkle toes."

  ***

  The drive to Dallas is just as boring as every other drive I've been on with Jagger over the past few days, but it's a means to an end. When we arrive into the city mid-afternoon we drive straight to Ky's cousin's house. I was expecting a run-down home on the outskirts of town so when we pull up to a gated community and a guard has to buzz us in I'm a little shocked.

  My guard is up because I don't know Ky as well as Jagger does. This could all be some kind of trap for all I know.

  We pull up to a dark brick mansion. The grass is green and freshly cut, the flowers and bushes newly landscaped, and a large fountain is in the middle of the grass, directly in front of the home.

  "Wait here," Jagger orders as he parks the wagon and gets out. I don’t listen, unbuckling my seatbelt and getting out of the car to follow him up to the house.

  "I told you to stay in the car."

  "You know it was just a few years ago that you heard Dougy give me an order similar to the one you're giving me now and you mocked him ordering me around. Now you want to do the same thing? We're in this together and that means wherever you go I go."

  "That situation was completely different and you know it. You weren't struggling to stay alive then." He doesn't move so I cross my arms over my chest defiantly and wait to see what he'll do next. When he finally realizes I'm not going back to the wagon, he moves towards the house and I stay in step next to them.

  When we reach the dark wood door that matches the brick of the house, he rings the doorbell and then turns to face me. "Can you at least let me do the talking? I have more experience with this kind of thing."

  "I won't say a peep."

  Rolling his eyes as he tries to hide the small smirk at the corner of his mouth, Jagger faces the door again. A man opens the door and he looks to be about Jagger's age, maybe a year or two older.

  "Ace! It's been a long time." He takes a step toward Jagger and wraps an arm around him, hugging him briefly before taking a step back into the house. "Come on in."

  I wasn't aware Jagger knew Ky's cousin but now is not the time for me to start asking questions. Walk
ing through the doorway of the largest home I've ever been in, Ky's cousin closes the door behind me.

  "I'm being so rude," he says in my direction. "I'm Linc.” He reaches out his hand and I take it, trying to ease the discomfort filling my stomach.

  "Ronnie."

  "Do you want something to drink or should we get right down to business?"

  I'm thirsty but Jagger speaks up before I can ask for something. "I'd love to catch up, Linc, but Ronnie and I are in a hurry."

  "No problem, man. Let's go to my office. It's attached to my dark room so we can get this done rather quickly."

  We follow him through the house, which is elegantly decorated in Italian designs and expensive art pieces, until we make it to an office in the back. There's camera equipment and screens, along with clothing racks filled with clothing for both women and men.

  "We'll do the license pictures first and then move to your passport pictures. You can wear what you're wearing now for the license but you'll need to change into something different for the passport picture. We can’t have you both wearing the same clothes for both identifications. It'll be a giant red flag if you ever need to leave the country." He walks over to one of the cameras and adjusts the lens before waving me over first.

  I walk over to the blue screen that has a black stool in front of it and sit down, facing Linc and the camera. My hair is down so I pull it over to one side and smile while Linc takes a few shots, blinding me with the bright flash before asking me to get up. Jagger sits down next and takes a few pictures. The entire thing takes only a minute and then we're changing into different tops for our passport pictures and Linc is snapping those shots just as quickly.

  When the photos are done, Linc disappears into his dark room with the film and I stand next to Jagger, impatiently waiting for the moment we can get out of here. Linc is nice and all, but I'm having a hard time trusting anyone other than Jagger right now.

  Jagger wraps an arm around my shoulders, pulling me to his side and my head falls on his shoulder. "We're almost done, twinkle toes."

  I believe him; I just wish we were done now.

  "Here's a book of names that I can get you a social security number for. I need you to go through it and pick one out for each of you," Linc says as he walks out of the dark room with a spiral notebook in his hands.

  "We're going to steal someone's social security number?" I ask. I know Jagger didn’t want me to talk, but stealing a social security number is something I’m not comfortable with and I want them both to know it.

  "Relax. The people in this notebook are all deceased. They won't miss the nine-digit number." He hands the notebook off to Jagger and Jagger walks over to the desk and opens it up to scroll through the names.

  "Don’t you want to pick your name out, Ronnie?" Linc asks me.

  I shrug my shoulders in response. "Not really. Jagger can do it."

  "Twinkle toes, this name is going to be what you identify yourself with for a long time. You might want some control in picking it out."

  "I trust you." It's the truth, but there's another truth as well. I find it morbid to pick my name out of a list of dead women. Those women had lives, family who must mourn them and miss them. If I look through the list of names I won't be able to choose, because my name could easily be on a list like this someday.

  Chapter Eighteen

  We've checked into the Ritz-Carlton in Dallas and after the long evening we've had, I'm ready to just sit and relax with Jagger. When we left Linc's place, we headed to several stores to go shopping and we purchased more than I've ever bought in one day.

  We have new clothes, luggage, toiletries and much more. I have a new purse and wallet, along with a brand new iPod and a gift card to load it with music. It took two hotel employees to get all of our purchases up to the room while Jagger carried the black duffle bag.

  We also ran to the nearest post office and opened a P.O. box, using Linc's address to secure it. I'm not sure why we need a P.O. box, but Jagger informs me it'll be essential in the months to come.

  When we're in the hotel room Jagger opens up the two suitcases we just bought and I start to fill them. Removing the tags from each item of clothing, I put my clothes in one suitcase and Jagger's clothing in the other. Then I bag the toiletries in plastic and place them in the suitcases as well. I put my new ID in my wallet, along with the gift card and a thousand in cash that Jagger hands me, and then I place my wallet, iPod, and passport in the small black purse Jagger insisted I buy.

  As I'm finishing up packing the bags I hear the large Jacuzzi bathtub being filled in the other room. Ignoring the inviting sound, I zip up the suitcases and place them on the other side of the room near the door. I've left outfits out for both Jagger and me for tomorrow, along with the leather jackets I purchased at Target a few days ago.

  It can get chilly when traveling so the jackets will come in handy... and we'll look hot.

  "Twinkle toes, can you come here for a moment?" Jagger calls out from inside the bathroom. I walk over, slipping off my shoes as I head inside the large bathroom that's three times the size of my bedroom in the trailer. The room is dark; tiny lit tea candles surround the burnt orange and caramel brown tiles. The tub is filled and overflowing with bubbles as Jagger sits inside. His hair is wet and water glistens across his chest.

  "When did you get the candles to do this?" I ask.

  "I had a free moment or two."

  "When?"

  "Let's just say an opportunity came and I took advantage of it. I wanted to make tonight relaxing and pleasurable for you." He winks before lifting a hand out of the water and crooking one of his fingers at me in a come here motion. "Now strip naked and come join me. It's lonely in here by myself."

  I do as he says, dropping my jeans and panties in a sensual strip tease before pulling my t-shirt and bra off until I'm standing naked in the candle light glow. I saunter over to the tub and lift one foot inside and then the other, before leaning down into the water and crawling over to Jagger.

  "The water feels incredible. It's just the right temperature," I sigh out, letting it soothe away my aches and pain.

  He grabs me around the waist and pulls me to him so I'm cradled between his legs with my chest to his chest. My hard nipples slide against his slick chest. My arms straighten as my hands touch the bottom of the tub to hold me up above the water.

  "Have I told you how much I love baths?" Jagger asks as his hand behind me cups water and releases it on my back, the water trickling down my body.

  "You've never mentioned it. Do you take baths often?"

  He leans forward and dips his head to the side until his lips are next to my ear. "This is my first one ever," he whispers before bringing his left hand up to cup the back of my neck as his lips kiss the sensitive spot right below my lobe.

  I shiver from the sizzling pleasure and then I move over him, straddling his hips with one leg on each side of him. My hands slide up his chest and around his neck and then I lean down and rest my lips on his, kissing him slowly and letting my tongue tease his mouth erotically.

  His lips move with mine as his tongue grazes my bottom lip. I open my mouth eagerly, giving him permission to devour me, and then our kiss moves from slow and passionate to urgent and hot.

  I can't kiss him hard enough... I can't touch him fast enough. The temptress inside me comes out and I want to be taken by him all night.

  Our hands glide over each other's bodies and I slip my right hand between us to grip his hard length that's poking my lower stomach. Straightening up so I'm standing from the knees up, I align myself with Jagger's erection. I brace my hands against his shoulders and then I sit back down until he's filling me completely with his cock.

  We stay still like this for minutes, and the only sound comes from our staggered breaths as we look into each other's eyes. It's a deeply intimate moment and slightly uncomfortable, but the longer we stay connected in this way, the more comfortable I feel with him.

  He's the only per
son in the world I believe in completely.

  After a while it becomes impossible not to move on top of him. His breath on my skin has me wanting to chase an orgasm that hasn't begun yet.

  I move on top of him, grinding my hips against him in just the right motion.

  "Jesus, twinkle toes. You're going to kill me moving like that."

  "Would you rather I stop?" I ask in a sultry voice.

  He leans forward, kissing my lips and sucking my bottom lip into his mouth before releasing me as his head falls back against the tub. "You better not stop. I never want you to stop."

  His hands meet my waist and he begins to thrust upward as I grind down on him, the two of us in the throes of passion. We move together perfectly which has him rubbing against me right where I need him, satiating me on the inside and outside. It's a perfect storm of dual stimulation and I feel my orgasm building and building.

  Jagger expertly pounds into me, over and over again, as my back arches in preparation of the blazing orgasm only moments away. With his next thrust I'm coming against the firmness of his rod.

  "Jagger..." I sigh out, his name a pleading prayer on my lips, as my hands grip his shoulders and I dig my nails into his flesh. His neck tenses and I know he's about to come, too. He clenches his teeth tightly and then he's filling me with his seed. I groan out from the sensation and let my forehead fall against him as he rides out his orgasm.

  We stay seated like this for a long time, his now flaccid cock still inside me so he's connected with me physically. I never want him to leave my body because my body is his, too. I never understood it when I would read about two people becoming one, but I get it now. Jagger and I are one in the same. I can't imagine us ever not being together.

  When the water gets cold and our skin starts to wrinkle, I regretfully stand up, not wanting to be apart from him for even a second but knowing the both of us need to dry off and get to bed. We have a long day ahead of us tomorrow.