Heist

by Beckett Riley

  “Josie?”

  Her breathing got heavier, and she looked at me with wide, innocent eyes. “Yes?”

  Fuck, that voice.

  “Have you ever used electric hair clippers?”

  I had no idea what the fuck noise I just heard, but it was between a chuckle and a whimper. It was hard to tell if she was relieved or disappointed, but she shook her head. Our gazes locked for a moment, and my smirk faded away. I wanted this girl. I wanted to do everything from bending her over the kitchen sink and sticking my cock inside her pussy, to taking her on a gay-ass picnic and introducing her to my fucking mom. Yeah, it was like that. She felt it too, I could tell by the way she looked at me... us. She looked at Dagen the same way. At least that’s what I thought. My insecurities started to surface, and I stood up straight, feeling like an asshole. On what planet would a girl like this want to be with a convicted felon piece of shit like me?

  “I can cut your hair if you like? Um, both of you.” She nodded and smiled nervously. “I-I can do that...for you.”

  I glanced at Dagen before nodding, and we all shared a smile in this weird-as-fuck moment. It was like a first date type of shit when it’s going really well and everyone likes everyone. Except my fucking brother was on the date, too.

  N

  Dagen

  I put the plate of pasta and meat sauce in front of Josie.

  “I’m vegan,” she said as a matter of fact.

  Well, that was the most obnoxious fucking thing I’ve ever heard, and why the fuck did she wait until I was done cooking before mentioning something? Fuckin’ vegans. Ronan and I looked at each other, and she let out the cutest nervous laugh. It was more like a snort.

  “That’s not true. I don’t know why I said that.” She closed her eyes and shook her head. “I’m sorry, I’m just nervous...and socially awkward. It looks great, thank you. I’m so sorry.” She shook her head again, picked up the fork, and started eating.

  “Uhhhm, okay,” was the only thing I could think of responding.

  “So, how long have you two been in the bank-robbing industry?” she blurted out.

  Ronan and I almost spit out our pasta. We looked at each other, not sure if she was serious.

  “How long have you been asking intrusive questions?” asked Ronan.

  “Most of my life,” she replied, nodding and looking down at her plate. “I’m sorry, I was just making conver—”

  “A while. We’ve been at it a while now,” he replied, shooting me a look.

  “Have you ever been caught?”

  “Once, our first job. Like assholes, we underestimated the time it would take to crack the vault. By the time we had the cash, the cops were pulling up. We had no priors, so we each got off easy, three years,” I confessed, not sure why I—we were revealing information like that to someone’s who was probably ready to call the cops on us the moment she got a chance.

  “Three years? In prison?” Her beautiful blue eyes beamed at hearing we were convicts.

  “Yes, that’s usually where prisoners are sent to,” replied Ronan with a chuckle.

  You’d think the girl had discovered the Holy Grail or some shit, her mouth just dropped open. “What was it like? Were there Bloods, Crips, MS13s? Did you ever drink hooch or see a shanking? What about prison riots?”

  Ronan and I dropped our forks and sat back, observing the oddity sitting in front of us.

  “Smelly. Yes. Fuck no. Attempted shanking. No riots,” replied Ronan, perplexed.

  Josie gasped and leaned in toward us. “Were you assigned to do laundry with a really funny black guy with a heart of gold who watched over you?”

  “That’s the plot to American History X, Josie,” I answered before Ronan and I burst out laughing.

  She shifted on her chair as though she was getting ready to ask something uncomfortable. The girl did not disappoint. “Were you ever raped...in the ass?” she asked, whispering the second half of her question.

  I choked on my pasta.

  “I’m pretty sure Dagen was,” said Ronan with a stupid grin.

  “Fuck you, Ronan,” I spat back before we realized our grave mistake.

  The kitchen got quiet real fast, and she just stared at us like a deer in the headlights. I’m sure the color drained from both my brother’s and my face by that time, too, until she broke the silence and went on another word-vomiting spree.

  “I’ll never say a word. I swear to God. I wish I had the guts to rob a bank. It would save me a lot of sleepless nights wondering how I’ll keep my shop open. That place is driving me insane, and don’t get started on fucking Karen always coming in five minutes before closing, looking for her stupid tarot cards. I think you have beautiful names, by the way. Like Viking gods.” She raised her arms and made a weird gesture on either side of her head.

  Ronan and I glanced at each other and started laughing.

  “What the fuck was that—that thing you just did with your hands?” I asked.

  Josie grinned and did it again. “You know, Viking helmets with the horns on the sides, but we can talk about prison rape again. I enjoy watching Lockup on Discovery Channel every Friday night. It’s one of my favorite shows.”

  I don’t know where the fuck this girl came from, but she was wonderfully weird.

  Ronan rested his forearms on the table and leaned in toward her with a frown on his face, observing her for a minute. “I watched a guy take it in the shower once.”

  She gasped, and I looked at my brother. He had never told me that before.

  “Was he okay...afterward?” she asked with genuine concern for this dude’s asshole.

  Ronan pressed his lips together to keep from laughing. “He took it from three different guys so my guess is not,” he replied, nonchalantly.

  “You never told me this,” I said.

  “Well, you never asked.”

  True.

  Chapter Four

  Josie

  Dagen was cleaning up in the kitchen while I followed Ronan upstairs. I hadn’t noticed before, but the cabin was immaculately decorated. They didn’t strike me as interior decorators, so I figured this was not theirs. We walked into an enormous bedroom with a massive window the length of the wall, overlooking the forest. Ronan went into the bathroom and got started on shaving off his beard while I waited. The raised bed was beautifully made with fancy pillows and silk-looking sheets, but it seemed like it hadn’t been slept in. I walked up to the window and looked out to see the stars in the clear sky; it was breathtaking. My feet were killing me by that time, and I groaned when I saw his reflection on the window — he was standing by the doorway watching me. Without a beard. Holy shit, he’s gorgeous. His perfectly-chiseled jawline sent a zing of warmth down my body and straight into my panties.

  “Do your feet hurt?”

  His voice was deep, just like Dagen’s. Alan Patterson sounded like a miniature Pomeranian compared to them. I nodded, and he told me to sit on the bed. Stop thinking about prison rape, Jo. I did as I was told, and to my utter shock, he knelt and started untying the laces of my Oxfords. I must have had an orgasmic moan when he took them off because he chuckled.

  “Better?”

  Stop thinking about Viking gods, Jo.

  “Yes, thank you.”

  I followed the Viking god into the master bathroom and when he removed his long-sleeved black shirt, my mouth betrayed me and let a gasp escape. Like a full-on, oh-my-fucking-god, shocked gasp. His body was the most outrageous thing I’d ever seen. There were tattoos and even a six-pack on there! I had never seen one in person, mostly on Lockup, so I was in awe. Embarrassed, I lowered my gaze and hoped he hadn’t heard.

  N

  Ronan

  Yeah, I fucking heard it. I did my best to keep from laughing as I sat down on the stool and just watched her fidget around with the clippers. />
  “On button usually works just fine,” I mentioned.

  “Oh! Yeppers! There we go,” she said with a nervous giggle. “Are you ready?”

  “Always,” I replied and heard another tiny gasp before the shears went through the top of my head and I felt the shaved hair hitting my arms in chunks.

  “My parents had a labradoodle when I was growing up, so this is not my first rodeo,” she boasted in the most genuine way that I couldn’t contain my laughter.

  She stood in front of me, and because I was sitting, my head was near her chest.

  I should stop thinking about her tits, but fuck, they were nice. I could see them bounce under the fabric whenever she laughed, so they were natural, not those immobile-looking things I was used to seeing on strippers. By the time I stopped thinking about not thinking about her amazing fucking tits in my mouth, she was done, and I now had a buzz cut. I stood up to look in the mirror. Not bad.

  “That’s pretty good. Thanks.”

  “You’re welcome, Ronan.”

  We made eye contact when I heard her say my name for the first time. Never in a million years did I imagine I’d be standing in the same room with someone like her, much less have her say my name. I had to remind myself that I kidnapped her. Fuck. I snatched this innocent soul off the street like the piece of shit that I am. “I’m sorry about all this, I truly am. You’re a nice girl, you don’t deserve this.”

  “Are you really going to let me go?”

  I took a step toward her, her perfume smelled as beautiful as she looked. Jesus, she was an itty bitty little thing without the heels on; I was easily a foot taller.

  “Yes. I trust you, Josie. Do you trust me?”

  “Yes.”

  “Do you think Dagen or I would hurt you?”

  “No.”

  I’ve never had this shit happen to me before, but my heart just fucking melted with this girl. I touched the torn fabric from the top of her sleeve and grazed my finger against her skin. “I’m sorry I ripped your dress. I’ll give you money for a new one.” I hoped she wouldn’t look down because my dick was as hard as a steel rod.

  “It’s okay, I, uh, can just touch—uh sew...”

  I gave up and gave in, pulling her in for a kiss. She wanted it as bad as I did and wrapped her arms around my neck as we made out like starving fucking animals. I put my hands around her waist and hoisted her onto the sink. Holy shit, we really started going at it then. She spread her legs wide, and I pressed right into her, causing her to gasp between our kiss. Fuck yeah, that’s all for you. She guided my hand over the juiciest tit I’ve ever felt when we were interrupted by Dagen, who rushed in calling for me. I pulled away and Josie closed her legs and cleared her throat. Dagen gave me the look of death before shifting his gaze to Josie.

  “When were you going to tell us your boyfriend is the goddamn deputy?”

  N

  Dagen

  I wanted to punch the living daylights out of Ronan, but I was just jealous he got to taste her before I did. That still didn’t change the fact that we were in deeper shit now that we had kidnapped the deputy’s girlfriend. When Ronan and I surveilled the law enforcement in that town, we got a good look at the guy, so how that shitstain managed to land a girl like Josie was beyond me.

  “He’s been texting you. Were you meeting him somewhere?”

  Shocked, she started getting flustered.

  “Josie?” said Ronan, who was standing there with the biggest fucking hard-on.

  “I forgot. I—yes, I... We were going to the Speckled Hen after his shift. That’s where I was going when you... You—”

  To her defense, she had mentioned that Speckled Hen place before. We just didn’t know what the fuck she had meant. “Well, he’s called twice and sent you like ten text messages.”

  Ronan yanked the phone from my hand and scrolled through the texts.

  “Bank across your store was robbed... Might be here a while... How about we skip the Speckled Hen and watch a movie at your place... Everything okay? Call me ASAP, and let me know you’re okay.” He ran his hand over his sheared head. “Fuck!”

  Josie flinched when he yelled and looked at the floor. “Give me the phone,” she said, shifting her gaze from me to Ronan. “I’ll call him and say I’m not feeling well. He’s... He’s not my boyfriend. He’s... We went out just a few times. He thinks it’s bigger than what it really is, but I can call him, and he won’t suspect a thing. It’s not the first time I’ve made excuses to bail on him, so he won’t figure it out. Trust me.”

  Well, Ronan was ready to walk down the goddamn aisle with her so his judgment was fucked. When she looked at me with her big Disney fucking princess eyes, I knew I was fucked, too.

  Ronan and I shot each other a glance and nodded before he handed her the phone. When she tried to take it, he held on to it for a second.

  “We’re trusting you, Josie.”

  She gave us a reassuring smile, and he let go of the phone. We watched her hit the call back button and switch to the speaker. The phone barely finished ringing once when Deputy Cumstain answered.

  “Josie?! Where have you been? I’ve been trying to call you all night.”

  Demanding little cocksucker.

  “Hi, Alan! I’m so—”

  “Are you okay? Where are you? Your car is still parked by the bookstore.”

  Ronan’s and my eyes bugged out. Fuck, we didn’t think about that.

  “Yes, I’m okay. It was nice outside, so I skipped the gym and jogged home instead. I figured since you were picking me up at home, I could leave the car in town and just drive home after the Speckled Hen.”

  Smart girl.

  “Oh shit, okay. Yeah, that makes sense now. There was a robbery across your store and I was jus— Forget it. What are you doing right now? Can I come over?”

  I flashed Ronan a look. This guy was trying to get laid.

  “I would say yes, but guess what? I finally found those rare editions of Jane Austen’s entire literary works I’ve spent years searching for.”

  “Oh, my god, first editions?”

  Pfft. What a queer.

  “Yes! It’s from an estate sale, and I begged them to hold it for me for twenty-four hours. I’m heading to Savanna on the first greyhound bus in the morning. I’ll try to be back by tomorrow night, so the store will probably be closed until Monday.”

  “Do you want me to drive you to the station?”

  Oh fuck, guy. Get a clue.

  “That’s so sweet of you, Alan, but don’t worry. It’s late, and you must be tired. How about you pick me up at the station when I get back? I’ll let you know what time once I’m done with the estate people.”

  “Okay, Josie. Sounds good. Um, have a good night. I can’t wait to see you.”

  Poor fucker.

  “Okay, me too, bye.”

  “Bye.”

  Josie handed the phone to Ronan, who looked as confused and impressed as I did.

  “Sunday night, Josie?” he asked, shoving the phone in his pocket. “You want to be here with us for that long?”

  She started blushing like a schoolgirl. “I didn’t know I had a choice.”

  “You do. You can leave tonight, right now if you want. We’re not going to stop you. We’re not gonna do a single goddamn thing because we like you. A lot. Both of us. So if you want to go, there’s the fucking door.” I stood aside, unblocking the doorway.

  Her gaze darted from the door to me to Ronan a couple of times before she grabbed the electric clippers and turned them on.

  “You’re next.”

  Chapter Five

  Josie

  Yes, I was completely insane. I had had a chance to leave, and I didn’t take it. Truth was, I’ve never felt so alive before. This was the most fun I’ve ever had in my entire boring, bookish life.
I cut Dagen’s hair while Ronan stood near the sink, and we were chatting as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. They picked on me about Alan and asked questions about our relationship, dancing around what they really wanted to know: how far we’ve gotten. If I told them the truth, they might feel differently about me, so I avoided giving direct answers. Oh! And Dagen’s body? Ridiculous, just like Ronan’s.

  They answered my questions about their lives, admitting they were brothers, which I had already figured out. They rented this same Airbnb every year for a week and did this for the past four years to avoid appearing out of place if the cops were to go around town asking about unfamiliar faces. That’s patience.

  They seemed to be blown away when I told them I graduated with a bachelor’s in Italian Studies and spoke fluently.

  “Say something in Italian,” they asked.

  “Gli uomini in prigione vengono stuprati.”

  I could tell they were turned on until Ronan asked me to translate.

  “Men in prison get ass-raped,” I answered cheerfully.

  They laughed out loud, and I ran my hand over Dagen’s fresh buzz cut. He had shaved off the beard, too. Yep, smoking-hot, just like his older brother. The bathroom got quiet for an awkward moment. I couldn’t help glance at their pants and after feeling Ronan’s dick against me, I knew these were well-endowed boys. So, here’s the thing — we could hold off giving in for another day, but that just seemed like a waste at this point. I wanted them, and they wanted me. Simple as that, so I gathered enough courage to make a move.

  I looked at Ronan and smiled before turning to Dagen who was still on the stool, and leaned over to kiss him softly on the lips. I stood up straight, and Ronan didn’t hesitate to go in for a kiss. I pulled away and did the same with Dagen, who quickly got on his feet. I felt like a newborn calf locked in a barn with two bulls. They were fucking huge. I made out with Dagen and felt Ronan unzip my dress from behind. Shit was about to get real when I felt his breath on my neck, and he murmured into my ear.

  “Are you sure this is what you want?”