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“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 really, 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
. S
he 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.

The moment he entered her, he knew he wouldn’t be able to last much longer. Her wailing orgasm and quick recovery had prevented him from tamping down on his rampaging desire. He squeezed with all his ability, but his orgasm inched ever closer.

Tina could tell from Jack’s face he was fighting against his orgasm. “Now I’ve got you, you bastard. Come!” she sneered, using her words like weapons as she tried to drive him into sweet oblivion.

He placed his hands on her breasts and tweaked her nipples, trying to focus on her pleasure over his own, but the feel of her tender flesh in his hands only excited him further. He felt his control slip and he knew he had passed the point of no return. He grabbed her by the head and back to protect her from injury as he rolled to his knees, his cock still buried deep inside of her, then drove her hard into the bed, thrusting savagely as he did so. He caught a foot that bounced up during the tumble and stuck her big toe in his mouth. As he thrust furiously into her, he pressed her legs back with his hands for maximum penetration and sucked hard on her toe.

The moment his lips closed around her toe, her second orgasm of the night begin to form. His incredibly deep thrusts, the knowledge that he was about to explode within her, and the unexpected eroticism of having him suck on her toe sent her reeling. “Oh … fuck!” she wailed as her orgasm bore down upon her.

With a deep, guttural grunt, Jack crashed into a hard orgasm. He suspected she was close to another release from her cry, an orgasm he desperately wanted to give her. He jerked her toe from his mouth and fell forward to his hands as he gritted his teeth against the mind-twisting pleasure as he continued to drive hard into her even as his orgasm overtook him. .

His harsh grunt and continued thrusting as he came was her undoing. With a whimper, she grabbed his arms and held tight, grounding herself so she wouldn’t be swept away with pleasure. When he collapsed on her, panting, she held him tight, wrapping her legs around him to hold him inside.

After several long moments, he began to thrust into her slowly, lovingly. He could go twice in a row if the woman, and the sex, were hot enough. He knew he would have no problem going again tonight.
Tonight, this bed is so hot, someone may have to splash cold water on us to get us apart,
he thought. He pulled his head back from her neck, staring into her gorgeous brown eyes. “I like my bacon crispy,” he teased before taking her lips gently.

“I like my eggs scrambled,” she replied with a smile as their lips parted.

The animalistic need had been consumed in the heat of their passion, and they settled into a slow and easy rhythm. Jack smiled as he looked into Tina’s face, her eyes partially closed in pleasure and contentment.

She wiped at his damp hair, his smile almost loving. She had had her share of men, and on occasion they had left her well fucked, but she had never felt like this. There was something about Jack, something beyond the physical that gave her a deep sense of peace. His kindness, generosity, and forgiving nature touched her at a deep level, thawing a space inside of her that had been frozen for so long, she had forgotten there might be another way.

As he watched her, her face softened and the hardness melted away. As it did so, she became even more beautiful. They had enjoyed this leisurely pace for many long minutes, and as he watched her, he could feel the tingle of a second orgasm flicker into life. He was going to have to fix her scrambled eggs in the morning, and he didn’t care a bit. “I’m going to come again,” he whispered as he leaned down to caress her lips with his own.

Hearing Jack admit he was going to come acted like a match set to gunpowder. She had settled in for a good long ride, and he had given it to her, but suddenly her passion flared to life. She wanted to come again and share that most exquisite moment with him. She had occasionally felt another orgasm lurking, tickling her with its presence before fading away unrealized. “Make me come, Jack. I want you to make me come again.”

He felt heat wash over him at her words. He began to thrust harder, faster, driving into her with renewed purpose. “Are you going to come?” he asked, wanting to hear the words again.

“Yes … Make me come.”

He kissed her, wanting to do this for her. As they kissed, he took in her scent of flowers and sweat and sex, a heady mixture that stoked his inner flame. “Come with me. I want you to come with me,” he murmured as he drove into her with ever harder strokes.

“Yes … yes,” she gasped as she felt her orgasm approach. “I want to come with you.”

He was tired, winded from his long labors, so he fell to her, holding her down with his weight. He rolled onto his back while he held her tight. As they come to rest, Tina rested on his chest. He adjusted his hold and her legs dropped to the bed on either side of his hips. He held her down, one hand on her back, the other on the back of her head, as he pulled up his legs and planted his feet for the final sprint to completion.

As Jack adjusted their position, his comfortable embrace made her feel warm, safe and protected … a feeling she couldn’t remember having since her father died. As he exploded into motion, driving himself into her with furious passion, she could feel her orgasm swell to life and she relaxed, allowing it to come.

He drove into her hard and fast, the slickness of their sweat soaked skin another source of pleasure. His approaching orgasm caused burning tingles to dance over his skin in announcement of his impending fall. “I’m about to come.”

“Come,” she sighed, her own orgasm nearly upon her.

They each exhaled at nearly the same moment, their breath mixing in a long gasp of pure pleasure as they peaked and fell into the depths of their release.

***

An hour later, they finally rose from the comfort of the bed to prepare a late and light dinner. Tina put on one of Jack’s shirts from the dirty clothes hamper as he slipped into a set of long pajama bottoms. “That shirt never looked that good on me,” he commented as he kissed her gently on the lips.

She fingered the material as she pulled the collar to her nose to smell his scent, but she said nothing. There were no words to describe how she felt. Something was happening. Her outlook on life was changing, and it was all because of Mr. Jack Carter. He was making her see herself in an entirely new way, and she liked what she saw. She smiled. It also didn’t hurt that he was rocking her world at night.