The Con (16 page)

His lips release mine before he lifts
himself back off me and stands up. "I need you to run to the store
while I walk over to the gas station down the road to purchase a
burner phone. I need to make a few phone calls."

"Okay. What do you need me to get?"

"We need some clean clothes, food, and
toiletries."

I look down at my naked body covered only by
a thin sheet and remember why I'm wearing nothing. My only pair of
underwear is dirty from yesterday and my only outfit is now a
wrinkled mess on the floor. I'm sure the designers didn't intend on
someone like me wearing their expensive clothing.

"Okay," I say, standing up from the bed and
wrapping the sheet around my svelte body as I walk towards the
bathroom to the pile of clothing on the floor beside the door.
Jagger's clothes are on top of mine so I move them off to the side
and then grab my trousers, blouse and bra, but I leave my
underwear. I rather go commando than wear underwear that I've
already worn.

"Why are you covering up with the sheet?
I've already seen every inch of you."

I glance over at him, expecting him to be
sitting on the bed but he's moved closer to me, his body inches
from mine. His hands are on the sheet, loosening the way I've
knotted it shut on my body. The sheet drops to the ground, leaving
me completely vulnerable and exposed to him.

"Your body is beautiful, twinkle toes. After
what we shared last night you shouldn't have to hide it from me."
He digs his fingers into my hips and then loosens his grip as his
fingertips glide up the sides of my body, teasing the curves of my
breasts before gliding back down. Then his lips are on mine, giving
me a blistering hot kiss that would melt my insides if he didn't
end it so abruptly. "Get dressed, twinkle toes."

He maneuvers himself around me, grabbing his
discarded clothes from the floor and dressing silently as I stare
down at him in wonder and amazement. I know I'm taking the feminist
movement back twenty years because this man has me melting at his
touch and obedient to his every word. I can't think for myself when
I'm around him and I'm not sure I want to.

Once he's dressed and his perfect physique
is no longer a distraction, I dress silently, slipping the trousers
on over my naked flesh. After I've clasped and adjusted my bra into
place, I put on the pale violet blouse and look at myself in the
vanity mirror. My hair is down, wavy and untamed but surprisingly
it looks sexy. I have no make-up on but my cheeks are naturally
rosy just from being in Jagger's presence. I look good from the
neck up. From the neck down is another story. My clothes are
unmanageably wrinkled and this motel doesn't have an iron or
ironing board to make my clothes look presentable.

I'll have to go like this.

I stand next to Jagger as he hovers over the
bed, riffling through the duffle bag and grabbing out a wrapped
bundle of hundreds. "You're going to take the car, twinkle toes.
Find a mall, a department store, or even a Walmart and go in and
find us some clean clothes. Keep the clothing plain and basic,
nothing that could draw attention to us. I also need boots and get
yourself shoes you can move around in, boots are good but I'm
guessing with that bad ankle of yours you'll want a pair of gym
shoes."

He's right about that. My ankle is sore and
tender today from wearing those fancy heels yesterday. "Okay, I'll
need to know your sizes when I'm picking everything out."

He pulls the top sheet of paper off the
notepad on the nightstand by the phone. It already has his sizing
information on it along with a few words asking me to get him a
razor. He must have written it down while I was getting
dressed.

"Here's everything you'll need." He slips me
the small sheet of paper along with six hundred dollar bills. "This
should be enough to cover everything. Get some drinks and dry
goods. Nothing that is easily perishable. Oh, and some apples. I
need a couple apples for the next few days."

"Why apples?"

"It's my breakfast of choice. It's easy,
quick, and although I'm not a believer of old wives tales, an apple
a day has kept the doctor away from me, so I believe in that
one."

I slip the money and paper into the front
pocket of my trousers and then Jagger hands me the keys to the
Sedan along with a spare key to the motel room. His hand holds mine
for a second longer than it needs to before he releases me. "I'm
going to hide the duffle bag under the bed. It's the safest place
we've got. I should be here when you get back, but if I'm not, lock
the door behind you and don't open it for anyone, twinkle toes. Not
even an employee of the motel."

"Okay," I agree, giving him a look of
understanding before I get up on my tiptoes and kiss him softly on
the cheek. It’s the first kiss I've ever initiated between the two
of us, and it's an innocent kiss at that, as I ignore the sexual
chemistry that's undeniably between us. If I embrace it I'll never
leave this room.

I'm proud of how bold I've become with him.
Five years ago, hell, two weeks ago I would have never approached
him for a kiss.

"Be careful, twinkle toes. Beware of your
surroundings. We should be safe here, but you can never be too
sure."

"I'll be careful."

Turning to leave, I make it all the way to
the motel room door and get it open before Jagger stops me with his
low, husky voice. "You need shoes, babe."

I turn to look at him, crossing my arms over
my chest in defiance. "I am not wearing those heels. I nearly broke
my ankle again having to run in them yesterday and now I'm in a lot
of pain."

"The store is not going to let you in
without shoes."

"I'm a paying customer in designer threads,
they'll let me in."

I turn my back to him and walk out, leaving
before he forces me to put the heels on, and then I'm in the car
and off to find us some clean clothes.

It'll be nice to wear a clean pair of
panties again.

***

Shopping took a lot longer than I thought it
would and I'm ready to show Jagger what I bought.

There aren't many places to choose from in
this small town and I ended up stopping a few towns over at a large
Target Superstore. There wasn't a huge selection of clothing to
choose from, but I wore hand me downs most of my life so Target's
clothing is designer in my book.

I grabbed a package of Hanes' boxer briefs
for Jagger, along with three pairs of jeans, some basic white
undershirts, and two black t-shirts. I grabbed a pair of generic
socks and threw them in my shopping cart before moving to the
ladies department. I got myself two pairs of jeans, a pair of denim
shorts, a black tank, and two basic t-shirts–one gray and one blue.
I grabbed generic white socks for myself as well, but when I
entered the lingerie area I picked the prettiest and sexiest
choices they had.

Today may be my last day with Jagger or we
may have a few days. Neither of us is sure what happens next and I
want to be prepared just in case I'm with Jagger for a while. I
want him to look at me and think I'm irresistible.

I want to feel him inside me again.

When I moved over to the shoe department I
was able to find him a pair of dark brown boots easily. I threw the
first pair of gym shoes I could find for myself in the cart before
I moved to the food section of the store.

I grabbed water and Coke, cereal bars, chips
and I got a bag of apples for Jagger. To get to the checkout I had
to walk past the clothing section again and when I passed the
women's section I spotted a stylish leather jacket. Actually, I
don’t think it's real leather, but it looked good and I immediately
found my size and threw it in the cart. Then I moved to the men's
section, hoping they had something similar for Jagger.

Luck was on my side because they had leather
bomber jackets for men and I was able to find Jagger's size. It's a
little cooler in Colorado, but not cold enough to wear jackets in
this summer heat, but I couldn't resist the temptation. The minute
I saw the woman's jacket all I could hear in my head was the beat
of Bonnie and Clyde by Jay-Z featuring Beyoncé. In that moment I
felt like Jagger and I could be Bonnie and Clyde. We were two
outlaws on the run from the law, and from a criminal organization
that most likely wanted the both of us dead.

I know I was glamourizing and romanticizing
the situation, but it was hard not to when I knew Jagger would
protect me and take care of me. He was better than every book
boyfriend I'd read about and male lead I'd watched.

Once I checked out at Target I headed back
to the motel, excited to show Jagger what I had bought. Maybe the
jackets weren't the best use of our money, but we did have two
million dollars at our disposal so I didn't feel too bad spending
almost every dollar of the six hundred dollars Jagger gave me.

When I enter the motel room I'm smiling from
ear to ear because I'll be able to wear clean clothes and
underwear, but I'm not expecting to see a pissed off Jagger pacing
back and forth at the foot of the bed.

"Where the hell have you been?" he shouts
when I walk through the door. I place the few bags in my hands on
the floor and take a step forward. There is one more bag in the car
but I don't dare to get it now. I'm too afraid to move at this
moment. Something must be wrong for Jagger to be so mad at me.

"I was getting what you asked me to. There
wasn’t anywhere to shop in town but I found a Target a few towns
over."

He drags a hand through his disheveled hair
and then moves over to the dresser, opening his pack of smokes and
grabbing one out of the package before lighting up and taking a
drag.

"I thought you knew to be quick, twinkle
toes. I’ve been worried sick about you."

I walk over to him, peering up at him under
my long eyelashes and silently asking him for permission to come
closer. He sighs before opening up his arms and I wrap my arms
around him, holding him for a long time. His free hand falls on my
back between my shoulder blades, and he slowly caresses me as he
continues to take drags of his cigarette.

My cheek is pressed to the crevice between
his shoulder and neck and I mumble an apology. "I’m sorry, Jagger.
I lost track of time. I didn't think about how you could be
worried. It won't happen again. I promise."

His lips come down to kiss the top of my
head and then he lets me go and I walk over to the door and back
outside to grab the last bag from the car. Once I'm back inside the
motel room I start to unload my purchases out on the bed.

"I got everything I thought we might need. I
wasn’t sure how many days worth of clothes I should get, so I got
three days worth and I figured if we need longer we can wash them
or purchase some more."

He finishes his cigarette and then walks
over to the bed to riffle through the items. When his hands grip
one of the leather jackets he looks over at me curiously. "Are we
expecting a cold front in the next few days?"

"It was an impulse buy."

He shakes his head and chuckles under his
breath before grabbing the package of boxer briefs and opening it.
He pulls out a pair along with a pair of jeans and a white shirt
and then he begins to strip in front of me. He's not embarrassed in
the least about getting naked in front of me and changing into
clean clothes. Then again, why would he be embarrassed? His body is
perfection.

I decide to take a page out of his book and
I strip down to almost nothing before slipping on a pair of pink
lacy underwear. I leave on the same bra I had on before and then I
slip on the jean shorts and blue t-shirt. I leave the socks,
waiting to see where we're going before putting them on.

Looking around the room I spot a black flip
phone on the dresser near Jagger's pack of smokes. He must have
been successful finding a burner phone at the gas station.

Before I have a chance to ask him about it
the phone rings and Jagger picks it up immediately. He mumbles a
few things, and then listens for a moment before hanging up. The
conversation lasted all of twenty seconds but Jagger is more pissed
off then when I walked into the motel room fifteen minutes ago.

"Who was that?" I ask, moving away from the
bed and towards the remaining bag on the floor that's near the
door. It has all of our food in it. I'm starving and hoping an
apple or a cereal bar will satisfy the hunger.

I don't get a chance to eat anything though
because I'm shoved against the door, my back hitting it with a thud
and then Jagger is on me. His lips are kissing ferociously at my
neck as his hand slips between us, unbuttoning my shorts. He slides
them off effortlessly as his mouth continues to assault my
skin.

I don't stop him. I can't. His mouth on me
matched with his almost violent touch has every nerve ending in my
body ready to combust.

Once I'm naked from the waist down Jagger's
hands wrap around my body and grab my ass, his fingers digging into
my flesh as he lifts me up and my legs wrap around his waist. I
drag one arm around his neck for support as my free hand slips
between us and I unbutton his jeans. I slide my hand between his
skin and boxer briefs until I'm holding his firm cock and freeing
it from the restriction of his clothing. He lifts me up further and
then I feel his shaft tease my entrance before I help us both out,
sinking down on him as he fills me completely.

His mouth curves into a smile as he thrusts
forward, pushing me harder and harder against the door. His hand’s
punishing my ass with hard squeezes as his fingertips tease up and
down my parted ass cheeks.

His thrusts are urgent and needy, and I feel
a bite of pain with each push, but I'm clutching on to his
shoulders, anticipating the release he's going to bring me. I'm in
a constant state of arousal around him and as he thoroughly lets
out his anger on my body, I take it willingly. I want him to lash
it all out on me and I want him to see I can handle it. That it
turns me on.