Kid

by Korry Smith

  Reaching behind me with my eyes still tightly closed, I clung to his side, wanting, and needing more. He shifted and scooted his body into me, getting as close as humanly possible. Slow and disciplined, he continued to rub me over my clothes, up and down, rougher than the last, leaving my body a throbbing and aching mess.

  I pressed my ass into his cock, causing him to thrust his pelvis forward. There was a low growl the reverberated deep within his chest.

  I smiled.

  Two can play this game, buddy.

  Alex pulled down my pajama bottoms and smoothed his hand over my bare ass. He smacked me. It stung. I bit my lip, clutching, and pulling at his briefs, wanting, needing, and always begging for more. It was just this last barrier to strip away, but my mind went awry. All train of thought forgotten as two of his fingers dipped in between my lips, stroking, and flirting with my throbbing and swollen nub.

  The once quiet and controlled breathing turned into heavy panting. I let out a soft moan. That's how easy it was for Alex to take me from zero to sixty.

  "Shhh," he spoke in a warning whisper, wrapping his free hand around my mouth.

  I opened my eyes for the first time and scanned the room. There were bodies on the floor below me, sound asleep. The dawning sun was peeking through the curtains, giving the white walls a deep red and burnt orange tint.

  Alex kept his hand over my mouth, not trusting me to stay quiet, as he inserted his fingers. I chewed the inside of my cheek and pushed my ass into him. He responded by pumping harder and faster into me, curling them upward and causing my hips to rock against his palm. He buried his face into my neck, kissing and biting at the skin. It was all too much, and I wanted to feel him inside.

  Slipping down into his boxers, I wrapped my fingers around him, gripping the shaft firmly. It amazed and aroused me, knowing that this was mine, every bit of it.

  Alex thrust forward, coaxing my hand to move, and seeking pleasurable friction. I stroked him, long and slow. I gained more momentum as he eased his fingers out of me, idly sliding them up and down my lips. My thumb rolled over his head, spreading the moisture over his piercing, and he bit down on my shoulder to keep his moans under wraps.

  The pain was such a turn on, and it put me into a frenzy.

  Each twist of my wrist and gentle stroke became Alex’s undoing, and he placed his hand over mine, halting me. It wasn't long before he pulled his briefs halfway down his legs, and lined his cock up at my entrance, slowly easing himself into my pussy.

  Gasping and whimpering at the raw contact, and with his hand over my mouth and muffling my moan, it was Alex who was loud. I wanted to laugh and tease him for being such a breathy whore, but the possibility of people hearing us or caught having sex didn't make it a laughing matter. I kept the jokes to myself and my lips glued shut.

  We listened, our bodies pressed tightly together; the room was quiet. The faint breathing and snoring from the various guests scattered around us, and our activities on the queen-sized bed were going unnoticed, or at least I hoped they were.

  After a moment, Alex began to move in and out of me, snaking his arms around my body, and slipping his hands up my shirt. He gripped my breast and tweaked my nipples between his fingers and thumbs. I wanted to scream. Pulling me closer, Alex kept a leisurely tempo, nothing too frantic or rough. It was slow and gentle, and with each thrust of his hips, he hit the spot with such intensity, it consumed me.

  God, he felt so damn good.

  "Fuck," Alex said softly in my ear as he picked up the pace. He reached down and gripped my thigh, using it as leverage to steady himself, his fingers digging into my skin.

  Placing my hand on his, I leaned back against his chest and raised my leg slightly, giving him better access to penetrate me deeper. The movement of our bodies meshing together under the sheets was barely noticeable. We kept it discreet, as much as possible, but then again, anyone with half a brain would know what we were doing.

  Alex traced his mouth along my neck and shoulders, teeth grazing and biting at my flushed skin. Protectively wrapping his arm around my waist, he pushed into me, bringing us both closer and closer to the edge. I couldn’t take the intensity of his love any longer, and finally, let a soft moan escape from my parted lips.

  I didn’t give a fuck about the people in our room, scattered on the floor, asleep or awake. My sight blinded and narrowed by lust, and my body devoted entirely to Alex.

  "Mad, baby." He warned in a hushed whisper, interweaving his fingers in my hair, and yanking my head back. “You got to be quiet."

  Nodding in compliance, I chewed on my lip as Alex’s other hand moved down towards my clit, massaging, and circling it with two of his fingers. I pushed my ass out, meeting each powerful thrust of his hips, and feeling the tension in my stomach build.

  Sensing that I was close, he increased his speed, ramming into me harder and faster, forgetting all about being quiet. He grunted and huffed from exertion, clamping down on my shoulder with his teeth, sucking on the skin. I held my breath, clenching my jaw, as it forcefully, and all too fleetingly, swept over me.

  It wasn't until after Alex slowed and stopped, resting his forehead against the back of my neck, and breathed, "You're so fucking beautiful," had it dawned on me that he came inside me with no protection.

  He must have realized it too, because his biceps tensed and squeezed me like a vice, taking the air right out of my lungs. I gasped, tapping him on his arm, and he cursed quietly, releasing me from his death grip.

  "Sorry," Alex whispered, reaching down, and helping me pull up my pajama bottoms. He sat up and looked around the room. Everyone was still asleep or at least pretending that they were. Gazing back down at me, Alex looked so conflicted as guilt and panic consumed him. "God damn it. I'm sorry. Fuck. I'm such a fucking idiot."

  I didn't know what to say because we couldn't take it back, and even if I tried to appease his concerns by explaining biology to him, I knew he wouldn't hear me. It was better to let him rant. Alex kept on apologizing, and kissing me, every time he said something offensive, but it was okay. I understood his concerns, completely.

  We were a disaster in the making, and kids did not fit into this world we've created. I was still a kid myself. There were so many ways we were screwing up our own lives, and honestly, I couldn't imagine what we would do to an innocent child.

  "Fuck it!" Alex said, pulling me out of my thoughts.

  "What?" I whispered back, confused.

  "If it happens, it happens."

  I shook my head slightly, a little stunned by his blasé attitude. "What are you talking about?"

  "All I'm saying is that if it happens, we'll fucking deal with it," he said, lying down, and wrapping me up in his arms. "It can't be that hard, right?"

  I propped myself up from the crook of Alex’s neck and studied his face. “Kids?”

  “Why not?” A faint smile formed on his full, beautiful lips. “They're small, right?”

  I laughed, laying my head back down. "Yeah. They're small, all right."

  The responsibility of taking care of them that's what made them big and not at all small. I didn't tell Alex that. It was best to let him live in denial. We had other things to worry about, and if whatever plan he had hatched in his twisted brain didn't pan out, I would be giving birth to this little 'oopsie' behind bars.

  Chapter Fourteen

  After our first robbery together, Alex called up Sawyer and Len, explaining to them how his plan went slightly off track, and how he was in desperate need of their help. They agreed, never even hesitating to drive thousands of miles to bail us out of a jam, and one that we brought on ourselves, no less.

  Alex downplayed my involvement and didn’t mention that it was my overzealousness that caused him to deviate from his original plan in the first place. Len and Sawyer knew the truth when our faces showed up on CNN and MSNBC. Our first crime was committed with our identities in full view for the world to see. No masks or anything. The robbery was sloppy and chaotic
, and it didn't take a genius to figure out who was behind it.

  Me.

  It was always me.

  "Hey," Alex said, nudging my shoulder. "What was that about?"

  "Huh?" I replied, confused. "What are you talking about?"

  He stood behind me as I leaned over the balcony, staring down at the vast cornfield across the road. The wind had picked up, blowing my hair around me, and cooling off my heated neck. Alex rested his chin on my head with arms wrapped around my waist. He kept my body tightly pressed against the railing, safely cocooning me within his warmth.

  "That sigh you did now," he said, pulling away slightly, and reaching up to brush some hair from my neck. "Are you worried about..." his hand moved down to my lower stomach, "you know?"

  "No, it's not that." I sighed again, letting my head fall back into his chest. "I'm sorry about what happened in Montana."

  "Montana?" he questioned, and I could hear the confusion in his voice. After a moment, he caught on to my meaning and chuckled softly. "Oh, fuck, baby. That shit is not a big deal. It's worked in our favor. Just like Sawyer said it would."

  "Wait, what?" I asked, swinging around to face him. "What do you mean by that?"

  Alex smiled and pressed the pad of his thumb against the scrunched-up skin between my eyes, and smoothed it out, removing all trace of concern from my face. "They know our names, kid. We're famous. Every robbery after the one in Montana, even with the masks, the police linked to us. We're the most wanted people in America. That's what I wanted to happen."

  "But you still yelled at me for it."

  "You're damn right I did. You scared the fucking shit out of me!" Alex snapped back. "I wasn't expecting you to pull out your pistol and rob the joint. Then that fat fuck reached for his shotgun…" He groaned, pulling me into his arms again, squeezing me tight. "I'm an old man, baby; my fucking ticker can't take that kind of stress. You're going to send me to an early grave if you keep that shit up."

  "I'll try to be a good girl," I said.

  He scoffed. "Can I get that shit in writing?"

  "Oh, sure, you can." I punched him in his side. "Asshole."

  He laughed, jerking away from me. "Damn, kid. That shit fucking hurts."

  "Good," I said, reaching out to twist his nipple, and he grasped a hold of my wrists, pushing his body into mine and backing me up towards the railing again.

  Alex dipped his head down, trailing the tip of his nose along the hollow of my neck, leaving erotic kisses in its wake. He breathed in deep and hummed softly. "Only you. I swear to God. Only you."

  I was his weakness. The one person in his life who could get away with bloody murder. That power he had willingly handed over to me was a mistake. We both knew it.

  "But I’m fucking in love with you," he continued, lifting his head up and shrugging. "It is what it is."

  "And yet, you keep me in the dark," I said, slipping out of his grasp.

  "I was going to tell you...eventually."

  "Eventually? Well, maybe now is a good time to tell me what you're planning."

  "Oh, hey! Look, baby," Alex said, pointing over my shoulder to distract me. "Nyx and Sawyer are back."

  I turned my head in time to see Nyx ascending the stairs, both hands full with breakfast. She smiled, giving me a wink as she passed, heading into our hotel room where everyone else was sitting around and bullshitting. Sawyer followed her, carrying trays of coffee. He didn't say much to Alex and me, but he gave the universal head nod, saying that it was time to get the show on the road.

  Alex took my hand, squeezing it gently, and pulled me towards the open door. "Let's eat first, and then I'll tell you everything, okay?"

  It was impossible not to give in to him when he looked so damn sexy and persuasive all the time. He knew how to lay on the charm, and I was nothing but putty in his hands.

  "Fine." I groaned, feeling my stomach churn with hunger. "But it's only because I’m fucking in love with food.”

  Alex explained to me what was going on as we ate. He told me that Adriana and Peter were experts in forgery and identity fraud. A few weeks ago, Alex asked them to forge a couple of birth certificates, social security cards, and passports for him. The intent was to leave the country, escape our troubles by going overseas, but not before getting a little seed money to fund our new lives. He also promised Adriana and Peter a fair share of the money he had planned to steal.

  Miguel's role wasn't well defined, and all Alex told me was that this guy knew some people. Who these people were, I still had no fucking clue, but according to Alex, these people were very influential to the success of this plan.

  As for the money we were going to steal, Dev had taken care of that. In fact, she was the one who alerted Alex to it. The days and nights she spent trying to hack into the Phoenix Police Department's files to clear our names had nearly driven her insane, but during all that work, she stumbled upon something far more valuable than some silly security footage.

  "These various accounts are displaced all over the country and at different banks. Each balance is totaling around four hundred and fifty thousand, but with thirty accounts, it comes to a staggering..."

  "Thirteen-point-five million dollars," Alex said, smiling over at Dev as he finished her sentence.

  She nodded, tapping her fingers on the keyboard, bringing up a bank account screen, and angling it towards her spellbound audience.

  I gulped, calculating the figure in my head.

  "What does that mean for us?" Len asked, scooting his chair closer to Dev, wanting to touch the laptop, as if it the screen oozed money.

  "Well, split nine ways, we each will walk away with a little over a million dollars," Alex answered, watching the jaws drop around him. He laughed. "Give or take a few hundred thousand."

  "How is this possible?" Sawyer croaked, choking on his saliva as he leaned into the table. "I mean...how?"

  "I had a hunch," Dev said, giving him a wink that only conspirators would understand. "Like a sixth sense or something, and I just decided to investigate the senator one day."

  "My father has been a very busy man lately, with all the money laundering to fund his campaign. He’s a pompous asshole and forgot to take into consideration how penetrable his accounts were to anyone who bothered to look. He has a few connections with the Moreno crime family, mostly doing favors for them by bribing judges and buying off a couple of corrupt police officers. He's been doing all this underhanded shit for years, and that fucker dares to call me a criminal? Well, it's finally caught up with him," Alex said, smiling over at me and gently squeezing my leg. "We've got him, kid."

  "So, wait, all we're doing is stealing from him?" I asked, slightly disappointed.

  In the end, I wanted more than just his money.

  "No, we're going to end him," Alex said, giving a heads-up towards Miguel. "That's why he's here."

  Miguel smirked at me, and I shook my head, still not following.

  "He's going to help us plant drugs into the house," Alex said.

  "Drugs?" I asked.

  "Sí, hermosa," Miguel said, reaching down into the black duffel bag he had at his feet, displaying several clear baggies filled with a white substance. "Wildcat."

  I narrowed my eyes. "Where are we going to plant the drugs?"

  "In his home," Alex said. He saw my unspoken question forming on my lips, and quickly answered me. "Miguel will get us inside. It's going to work. It has to."

  "Can I tell her the best part?" Dev asked.

  Alex waved her on. "Knock yourself out."

  I turned my attention back to Dev, where she was clicking away on her computer. She swung the laptop around to face me.

  Leaning forward to get a better look at the black and white photos on the screen, I recognized the senator, and he was with some guy in a business suit. They were shaking hands, and in some of the pictures, a manila envelope was being handed over.

  I glanced back at Alex. "Is this what I think this is?"

  "It's the prel
ude to that fucking rock," he said.

  "Okay, you got to explain this to me," I said, trying to wrap my head around this plan. "Slowly, because I am still having some troubles."

  "These pictures are going to bring the cops and FBI to his doorstep, and those drugs," Alex said, gesturing over at Miguel, "is what is going to make sure his ass goes behind bars for a long fucking time."

  "And the accounts?' I asked, browsing the faces of eight accomplices in the room, all eager to get their hands on that money.

  "We walk into a bank and take it," Alex said.

  My eyes widened. "We're robbing a bank?"

  Alex laughed. "Unfortunately, no. We are going to walk in those banks, one by one, and close out these accounts."

  It was piecing itself together, and I shot a bewildered look over at the blonde-haired couple.

  "And they," I said, pointing over to Peter and Adriana as they grinned back at me, "are going to give us new identities?"

  Alex nodded.

  "Under what name?" I asked.

  "Nickie and Cecilia Wallis," he answered.

  "But that is only for the bank job," Adriana said. "As for your passports? You and Alex will get to choose who you want to be."

  It was too much, and I caught a glimpse of my overwhelmed face in the mirror. My pessimistic side took over, and I frowned. "It'll never work, Alex."

  "What? Of course, it will. Why do you say that?" he asked with a hard edge to his voice.

  "Um, well, we're on America's Most Wanted. They'll recognize us, and we won’t get two feet past the TSA. We’ll be caught," I said, snapping my fingers. "Like that."

  "Oh, I fucking see," Alex said, nodding in understanding. "That would be a problem. But luckily for us, I already thought of that, and I decided what we needed was a…diversion."

  "A diversion?" I repeated, still confused.

  "That's us." Dev elbowed Len in his side to gain his attention, which had been waning.