“Fine. Lock the front door on the way out, junior,” she says.
I chuckle. “Yes, ma’am. Anything else I should do on my way out?”
“Fuck yourself. How about that,” she says, flipping me off.
Her tits bounce when she shoves her finger in the air.
I stare at them and twitch. “Why should I when I have easy access now with you?” I rub my stomach. “I’ll be back when I can’t keep away.”
She keeps her bird at attention, pointed at me. “You really are an asshole.”
“You have quite a way with words, Ides. No wonder you stay out of the public eye.” I lean over, pat her foot, and she promptly jerks it away. “I’ll see you again soon. And you need to get back on that chat group. I miss our little talks.” I flutter my lashes at her. “Next time, though, send me a goddamn pic of you in your sexy black panties and bra. It’ll be a good way for you to get back at me for being such an asshole, and then I can shoot my come all over my screen and send you a picture back. There’s nothing more torturous than seeing you almost naked and sexy as fuck without being able to touch you.” I groan, imagining what kind of naked photos she might send to give me navy-blue-balls.
“No, you fucking won’t be back here. This was a one-time slipup. I already told you”—she exhales in a rush—“I’ll be tightening up security. You won’t be getting back in, and I won’t be back on that chat group or sending you dick.”
“God, woman—no more dirty talk. Foreplay’s over. My dick can’t take much more.” I grab my clothes, her panties and bra I dismantled off her body, and leave the room before I jump her again.
I roam out to her garage and pull the chip out of my pocket. A laugh bubbles up out of my throat when I recall the way she looked when she thought I’d swallowed it. How insane does she think I am? And how stupid would that be? I hate vomiting. She should know that. Plus, those motherfuckers are sharp on the edges, and I’m not about to slice up my throat to get a chip back up so I can be in and out of her house at will.
I love her, but, fuck, I’m not deranged.
I palm it, slip my phone out and hook it right into the wiring. Within a second, I’ve dialed up her car.
I throw my clothes on and jump inside with her panties and bra scraps shoved in my pocket. “Garage open,” I say.
It predictably retracts, and I drive off without looking back.
“See ya soon,” I murmur and smile.
She really is a sexy little bitch. Much sexier than I’d remembered. I’ll probably be back much quicker than I’d like. How can I stay away from her?
Instead of driving the car to the shop, I bring it to Westin’s.
When I pull up in his driveway, he texts me, asking what’s going on.
Open the garage now, fucker. I’ve got the car. That’s my reply. It’s all he gets.
The door raises. Once I’m inside, I turn the car off and open the car door, then get out.
“Holy fuck! How’d you get this?” he asks.
“Well, after I spoke to her, she willingly gave it to me.” I grin.
“She did not. I mean, I had to copy the frequency of her chip so I could hot-wire her car that quickly. The temporary connection would be broken by now, and with what she went through to get her car back, there’s no way she just gave it to you.” He stares at me like he’s looking at a ghost. “Holy shit. You fucked her, didn’t you? Goddamn.” He chokes on his breath and cracks a crooked smile.
“Get that fucking smug look off your face. I said I talked to her, and that’s all you need to know. And I got this car without having to hot-wire it.” I tip my chin at the car as I step out.
“Well, fuck . . .” His eyes are wide. He licks his lips as he stares at the car.
“Do whatever you want with it. I don’t need the money on this one, but I get any of her belongings that are in the vehicle.” I step to the back door, open it and grab the prize along with a black hoodie she left behind.
“What the hell is that?”
“Nothing important. I had it in my pocket earlier and set it in the backseat before taking her car for a spin.” I shove what looks like a remote into my pocket. Then I walk over to the large garbage can and dump her sweatshirt inside. Don’t need that article of clothing of hers when I have much better ones in my pocket.
“Whatever, dude. I don’t wanna know what the fuck is going on with you anyway, and you know I hate it when you lie to me like you did just now.” He rolls his shoulders and almost salivates over the car, running his fingers over the hood.
“Hold on,” I say, and drift to the license plate in the back. I remove the second tracker I placed there earlier—the one she was unaware of. I show it to him and smirk. “Stupid bitch didn’t have any clue of how I found her.” A pang of guilt ripples through me that I have to say shit like this to cover up what’s really going on, but I can’t slip. I just can’t.
“How many of those did you put on her car?”
“Three. She got the first one, the second one I think fell off, but this one stayed right where I put it.” I kiss it and shove it in my other pocket.
Damn, I probably look like a shoplifter with all this shit shoved in my pants, pockets bulging.
He bursts out laughing. “You two were fucking made for each other.”
“Now will you say it?”
“Nope,” he says, popping his P. “She’s still slicker than you, and you know it.”
“Fuck. You. And. Her.”
“I’m thinking you already fucked her, but I’m not available—sorry,” he says, snickering. “I’m sure she could arrange something for you with that Paco dude in prison she seems so fond of.”
I groan and roll my eyes. Why do I put up with him and his stupidity?
“Any color but purple. She likes that shit.” I pat the back window and smile, ignoring the rest of his inane rambling about Ides and inmates. She’s not pals with dickheels like that. She was just talking shit—that’s what she’s always done with me when she’s flirting.
“Why does it matter what she thinks? It’s not like she’s ever gonna see it again.” He eyes me like I’m holding out on him.
I shrug. We both know she’ll find this car and get it back. The new owner’ll have one of hell of a shock when that little girl comes and takes it from them.
I step inside his house and straight away make myself something to eat while I listen for the sounds of him in his garage, already stripping down the car of any identifying marks that say it was hers.
After I’ve had a beer, devoured my food and sat down on his couch, I rifle through her chip on my phone.
“Nice,” I say. I’ve tapped into her security cameras and she’s still in bed naked.
Appears to be touching herself with her eyes closed, and she’s saying something.
I turn the volume up, wishing I had a way to record this.
“Oh God . . . Oh my fucking God,” she moans.
“Shit,” I say under my breath, sounding hoarse. I don’t think I’ll be able to wait until I’d originally planned before breaking back in.
She’s got something I need—well, her pussy, too—but dammit, this is fucking hot.
She pulls out a vibrator from her side table drawer, clicks it on, and instead of predictably rubbing it across her clit, licks it and then runs it over her nipples until they’re really hard and prominent.
Her breathing goes ragged, and she makes these amazing, gasping sounds like she’s choking on my cock as I shove it in her mouth.
“Oh, you naughty girl—trying to kill me.” I zoom in on her face. Yes, her face—because, fuck, she looks about ready to come. And she has the most amazing orgasm expression and sounds I’ve ever seen and heard.
I could seriously get addicted to watching this kind of porn of her regularly.
“Nick—fuuuck—I know you’re watching.” She groans. Her eyes open, and she stares at one of the cameras like she’s looking straight at me.
“Fucking bitch,”
I say, chuckling. God, she’s too much.
“Do I have your attention now? You missed a few spots on me.” She points at her tits, rubs the vibrator all over them some more, and her eyelids go heavy. “Mmm . . . I’m wet, but not because of you.”
I laugh harder with my head tipped back for a second.
“What else?” I ask her, knowing she can’t hear me, but I can’t stop myself from saying that shit out loud.
“That mouth is dirty. I know it is, but my cunt isn’t.” She leans over, pulls out a dildo from her drawer, inserts it in her pussy, pumps it a few times, then removes it.
The tip goes straight to her mouth and hovers an inch away from her lips. “Should I lick it? Would you like that? It’s clean. No germs. I can taste it and tell you how clean my juices are . . . You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Would it make you drip again? Oh God, wait.” She sits up “Your come is still inside me. Supposedly semen’s clean, too, but how do I know you haven’t had your pathetic dick in every slut around town? How do I know you haven’t fucked every thief with ovaries in this state? You expect me to trust you just because you tell me you don’t sleep around and never have?” She drops the dildo, stands up on the bed, glares and flips me off with both fingers. A second later, she’s jumping on the bed, shaking her head like a wild woman. “Fuck you. Yeah, you have my chip. It’s gonna take me five minutes to deactivate it, you son of a bitch. So suck on that and taste the sweaty balls of defeat, you miserable fucker.”
She jumps off the bed, runs through the house naked, and before she can sit her ass down in her office chair, I’m copying codes from the chip into a Dropbox account I have online.
The faster I go, the heavier I breathe. I sound like an obscene caller.
“Tell your friend, Fat Fingers, I said hello, and I’m still better than you,” she says, smiling and seated at her computer desk in her office. Two minutes later, she gets up, crawls onto the desk, rubs her right nipple over a camera lens and then pretends to lick it. “Bye, bye, Vapor. Find some other online bitch to get you off.”
She jumps back down, and the screen goes dead. The chip’s deactivated.
“Fuck, I love this woman.” My dick agrees as it hardens further. I slide my phone back into my pocket.
Westin steps inside with silver spray paint in patches on his arms. His brow wrinkles when he looks over at me. “God, you’ve got it bad. Go get her, man.”
“Tonight. I want her asleep before I go back in there.”
“How’re ya gettin’ in?” His shoulders sag, and he looks tired while he wears a lazy grin. He loves prepping cars for the resale.
“The rocket. Already lowered it down her chimney today before I broke in,” I tell him.
I sprawl out on his couch—ready to take a nap.
“No shit? That piece of junk actually worked?” He goes to the fridge and pulls out a beer.
“I told you it would,” I say when he rejoins me.
He pops open the tab and takes a swig. “It looked like a stupid old rock.”
“It’s not a rock, but that’s the point. No one’s going to notice a harmless little rock-like item at the bottom of their fireplace. It glitches out her security system whenever I put in the proper code with my phone.”
He smiles and stares at the floor like there’s a joke going on in his head. “Every perv’s dream,” he says, swiping the sweat off his brow. “How long is the window?”
“Less than two minutes, so I have to pick the locks fast.” I yawn and stretch out for a second.
“Damn . . .”
“Damn is right. It almost took me that long to get through all six of her locks.” I fold my arms over my chest. Why does he keep it so fucking cold in here? “You got a blanket?”
“I’m not your fucking maid. I live here, and I just help you lift cars, that’s as far as it goes.” He leans back and takes another sip of his beer.
“Yeah, about that . . .” I blow out, considering how to frame this wording best. “I’m out of that business now. This was my last car heist.”
“Since when?” he asks, his voice rising.
“Since now.”
“Going all straight and pansy-assed because of Ides?”
“No. Dena would never ask me to stop, and I would never do it for that reason.” I toe my boots off and they slip over the edge of the couch, then land with a thud.
“Then why?” His brow wrinkles.
“I don’t need the money.”
“Neither do I.” He wipes the back of his hand over his sweaty forehead again.
Is he fucking kidding me? I keep waiting for a penguin to spring out from behind the couch. I can practically see my breath, it’s that cold in here—and he’s sweating?
“Then why the fuck are you still doing it?” I ask him.
“Why not? I love it. The rush—the adrenaline—the heat of it. I love every goddamn second of it. It’s worth it—all of it.”
I sigh. “Not to me it isn’t. I’m getting too old to do this anymore. And I’ve moved on to other things.” I flip my wrist at his laptop.
“Oh, I get it now. You wanna be her. You’ve always wanted that, and now that you’ve actually met Ides—”
“Dena,” I correct him.
“What-the-fuck-ever.” He groans. “You can’t stand it to know she’s not wasting her time on anything other than her fucked up inventions.”
“I thought you loved the shit she comes up with. You’re her biggest fan,” I tease.
“Fuck you. I know genius when I see it, but I don’t want to be her. I’ve got standards.” He chugs the rest of his beer and then wipes his mouth with the same back of his hand that he used to smear the sweat off his head with.
I smirk. She’s a germophobe. This shit would tear her up. God, I’d love to watch her reactions with simple things like a pet shedding on her shoes or even bringing her to the grocery store and watch her freak out at people touching the produce she’s about to buy.
Or better yet—me, actually ejaculating all over her like I’m dying to do.
“Standards? Like what? The girl has to have size C cups or larger?” I huff a laugh.
“Yeah, there is that, and she’s barely got anything up top, but that’s not what I’m talkin’ about,” he answers.
“Then what? Please fucking get to a goddamn point before she hacks into the Pentagon and shoots a death laser at me and fries off my balls.” I roll my eyes. He has no idea this woman hides a nice set of tits under her black, baggy hoodies.
“I’m talking about what I steal. I take cars—those are easily replaced. So the owner’s wheels are gone—boo fucking hoo. You start messing with this bitch, and I guarantee you’ll be stealing her ideas, just like her dick of a father did.” He stares at me like he’s her big brother, giving me the lecture about how if I touch her—though, it’s admittedly too late for that—he’ll castrate me and then give me a lobotomy. “And don’t even pretend like you believe what the rest of the public does—that he was merely skimming off the top of her accounts.”
“I’m not gonna pretend anything, and I’m not gonna steal her ideas either. I don’t need them.” I turn over on my side and snuggle into his couch.
“God, her dad was the biggest douche ever. Stealing her invention ideas before they were completed and selling them to the highest bidders. No wonder she set him up and had him taken away to jail,” he says, sounding pissed. “She’s gonna do that to you, too.”
“I already said I won’t take a fucking thing of hers, so knock this shit off,” I bark back.
“You already did, ya lying sack. I know that remote gizmo you took from her car was not yours. You don’t come up with stuff like that. It’s not your thing.” His eyes move to the bulge in my pocket.
“Fuck you and your know-it-all attitude. You don’t know what I mess with on my own. I don’t share that shit with you.” My back heats, and my chest tightens.
“Jason tells me what you guys get up to, and most of it doesn’t inte
rest me, but this”—once more he eyes the gadget stuffed in my pocket—“you know that shit’s hardcore and worth a fucking ton if she came after us with a gun.”
“Whatever.” I close my eyes and tune him out.
A few seconds later, his foot hits the couch, rocking me so hard I almost roll off.
“Cut it out!” My eyes fly open.
“I’m not kidding, man. This is serious. She’s going to come after you. She couldn’t have wanted her car back that badly she’d risk her life for it. She’s smarter than that, and she’s worth millions. She could easily replace that car. This,” he points at my pocket and keeps lecturing, “is what she was after. You better give it back before she really sends every goddamn FBI agent that ever lived after you. She won’t be as nice to you as she was to her dad. She’s not related to you.”
I smile. “You really think she’d do that? She got rid of my fingerprint on her car I left there on purpose, hoping that bitch would find the car and then try to find me.”
“You sleazy motherfucker!” He steps back and looks at me like I’m an ogre, his eyes wide. His shoulders hunch up. “You set this whole thing up. You knew that was her all along.”
I sit up and rub the back of my neck. “What’re you talking about?” I swing my legs around so I’m facing him, then I stare at the ground and blink slowly.
“This is the girl you had a massive crush on in high school you’ve told me about multiple times, isn’t it? You finally found her, and instead of telling me what was really going on, you acted like this was a random carjacking.” He snorts and shakes his head.
“I didn’t know,” I mumble.
“What’s that? Couldn’t hear you lie through your teeth—which you’re lucky I haven’t kicked out of your lying sack-of-shit-face.” He walks away, but before he leaves, I clear my throat.
“I’m sorry.” I sigh.
“Yeah, I’ll bet you are. And, yeah—I’m done working with you, too, dickhead.”
He slams the door that leads into the garage. I pull my shoes back on and heave my ass up off his couch.
“God, that was fun.” I drag my body over to his fridge, dig my keys out of the coffee can he stashes on top and then slip out his back door. In the next moment, I look back without saying goodbye, take my motorcycle I store here when we’re running weekend car heists, and take off down the road.
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