The Heist (11 page)

Xavier lifted
Friera up, and as she pressed her smooth body against his hard,
sculpted torso, he felt her leg wrap around his hips, straddling
him as he carried her to stand under the hot water. Leaning
her back against the cold tiles, he grinned as she shivered and her
skin goose bumped with the contrasting temperatures, her nipples
pebbling and hardening which invited his mouth to
suckle.

Dipping his head, Xavier
darted his tongue out to lick over both nipples before gripping one
between his teeth and gently tugging, as his tongue circled over
the trapped bud. Friera moaned in pleasure as he took his time,
supporting her against the wall with one arm as his other massaged
cherry scented gel over her body, covering her in a soapy lather as
she writhed and wriggled against him.

Using his
upper body to hold Friera in place, Xavier stopped his teasing of
her breasts and pushed his hand between them, his fingers deftly
teasing her already damp folds apart as she rubbed herself up and
down against him. His cock was already thick and hard, jerking
against her inner thigh as her legs tightened around him. Xavier
growled impatiently “Sweetcheeks….”

Friera’s
fingers were tracing over the map of scars that scored and dipped
over Xavier’s hard body, her eyes following where they
touched.

“
Who hurt
you, Com-an-derr,” her voice intermixed with small whimpers as
Xavier pressed his thumb against her throbbing clit.

“
Don’t
matter,” Xavier answered, too pre-occupied with learning every fold
and curve of her sensitive flesh. He was a quick study. “It was all
worth it to finally be with you, yeah.” There was something primal
in him that just knew she was the missing piece of his life and
within the confines of his dream he felt the freedom to say and do
exactly what he wanted —and he was in no doubt.  He wanted
her.

“
Are you
already wet for me, Sweetcheeks?” As Xavier whispered into her ear,
he nipped at her earlobe and without warning, he impaled her on his
hard cock, kissing her hard, not allowing her time to scream as his
throbbing cock filled and spread her pussy wide.  Kicking his
hips forward and up, then receding, thrusting over and over again,
Xavier’s hands squeezed and played with Friera’s full breasts as he
sucked her tongue in and out his mouth, feeling her body tremble
and shiver.  Friera’s pussy walls tightened and relaxed as her
sweet honey coated his jerking cock. Xavier was grinding deep into
Friera as she hooked her ankles behind his back, his body caging
her against the shower tiles.

The wolf was
now scratching at the door frantically as Xavier fucked Friera hard
and fast under the shower, the hot water bouncing off of their
bodies as the lather slid down their skin to the floor. The scent
of arousal filled the air, encouraging him on as he picked up the
pace. He grunted into the Friera’s ear, “
Come Now
!” She obeyed his order, and
he continued to grind and push into her tight, hot
pussy.

Friera
writhed and contorted between Xavier’s hard body and the shower
wall, her nails scraping down his back as he sucked and flicked his
tongue over her nipples, moving a hand to rub her clit, letting her
ride out her orgasm before he arched his back and threw his head
back to roar into the air.  As he came deep into her pussy, he
felt her body spasm again and it made him feel more alive than he
had ever felt.  Xavier planted his hands either side of
Friera’s head and leaned his forehead against hers, his cock still
twitching inside the little brunette’s swollen pussy.

“
My life is
fucking yours, Sweetcheeks. No one will ever hurt you, understand?”
he vowed looking into her eyes, and felt her slipping away from
him.

“
Fuck!”
Xavier groaned as he opened his eyes and realised he had fell
out of the bed and was lying on the cold stone floor.  Looking
down, he seen the evidence of his vivid dream, and reached over to
grab the vest he had been wearing to clean his thigh and stomach
up, before getting to his feet and heading to the shower. One look
at where he was had him hot-tailing it out of there and sitting,
crouched over the end of his bed with his elbows resting on his
knees and his head in his hands. “Get a fucking grip, Xav,” he
chastised himself. “What the fuck is wrong with me?”

He had no
control over his dreams, but he had even less control over his
feelings, he mused. Sweetcheeks had gotten deep within his soul and
although he had made a vow in his dream, he would honour it. He
could sense danger coming for Friera and he knew that he would be
the only one who could protect her.

.

The flight
home the evening before was horrendous. Turbulence and already
being a passenger who suffered from air sickness was a bad
combination. Adding into the mix that sleep was also disturbed due
to the fact her laptop had been stolen, made a very cranky Alicia
when she woke midday.
Literally falling
out of her bed, she made her way to the kitchen, flicked the switch
for the kettle and fired up her laptop.

Xavier Raige
was the object of her desire…well in a matter of fact his financial
details were.

He thought he
knew who she was? He knew nothing! Alicia let out a snicker as she
recalled his words on how she was ‘protecting the others’.
Commander Prick knew she was the Belcastro thief, but what she
wouldn't give to see the look on his hobo face when he realised she
was the only thief, a little lonesome female capable of all those
heists?

Two cups of
earl grey later and Alicia had his name…Xavier Lycurgus Raige. His
date of birth put him at forty seven years of age, but with that
beard? He looked about sixty! He was supposedly a much decorated
military personnel, the best of the best according to
most.

Hacking into
the websites was just too easy…if you knew what you were doing of
course and soon enough, with a third mug of tea being cradled in
her hand, Alicia was starting to locate Commander Raige’s bank
accounts. All offshore, of course, but all too easy to find for
this professional.

“
He’s gotten
in the way of a personal fight, a fight he has no right to be a
part of.”

She had
nearly had them! Belcastro was in her sights and then ‘Mr. Green
Eyed Arrogance’ came along on his bike and fucked things up for
her!

The first
transfer of his Swiss bank account was complete as she drained the
funds and placed them into one of her own holding accounts. Alicia
didn’t care for money. She took what she wanted, how she wanted and
when she wanted — consequences of her actions simply didn’t exist
for her!
Xavier Fucking Raige was about to
regret the day he crashed into her and refused to apologize for
running her off the road. He would regret ever calling her
Sweetcheeks and he would wish he had never stole her
laptop!

It was early
evening when Alicia had finished draining four more Raige accounts.
The last six she was keeping for another day, thinking to herself
with a twisted smirk on her lips, “
Let’s
see how quick he notices
.”

All that
research had left her famished! She decided to eat out tonight.
Heading to her bathroom, she went to get ready.

As soon as Xavier left
for his meeting with Snr Belcastro, Shuggie called the Doc again to
talk about the Commander’s mental health. He always found Teodora
to be a voice of calm and reason in the chaos of his life, and
lately was finding more and more excuses to call and speak to her.
 Both he and Teo owed their lives to Xavier, and so he knew he
had an ally in his attempts to save the Commander from himself. As
Teo asked Shuggie to describe what had happened earlier that day,
he found it easy to talk to her.  She listened quietly, making
‘yes’ and ‘no’ comments but for the most part just encouraged him
to tell all.

“
So wit dae ye
think? Ahm ah making a mountain oota molehill oar dae ye think the
Commander hus lost it?”

Whilst he was talking to
the Doc, Shuggie was still attempting to hack into the laptop
Xavier had given him.  It was proving more complex than he had
anticipated.

As always the Doc was
full of insight and ideas, and Shuggie felt much more positive
about the Commander’s situation as he said his goodbyes to her and
finished the call.  Putting the hacking of the laptop to one
side, and appointing two of his foot soldiers to continue with the
monitoring of the alarms and security of the mansions, he set about
putting the plan he and Teodora had hatched into action.

According to
the Doc, Xavier was playing out his fantasies about Friera in his
head, and due to probable stress and overwork, this was now
manifesting itself into what Teo called ‘waking dreams’ which was
the most likely scientific explanation for what he had witnessed on
the CCTV at the dockside. To remedy this, they had decided that he
should go on a date with Friera, and get it out of his
system.

As soon as
the sun went down it was safe for Shuggie to leave the base. The
first thing he did was go to Friera’s house and mesmerise her so
that she would meet with Xavier in a restaurant later that night.
Once he had given her all the details, he flashed back to the base
and knocked on Xavier’s office door before entering.

“
Any luck with
that computer?”

Xavier didn’t
look up as he spoke, he was studying the emails on his computer
intently.
Shuggie sat down, and leaned
forward, scrubbing a hand down his face.

“
Naw, no yet,
Commander, but ah really think ye’ve got it wrong aboot Friera
being the head of a team of seasoned professional thieves.” Just
before Xavier answered him, he held a hand up. “Look ah’ll be
honest wi’ ye, ah no you think that she is, an a promise tae get
intae her computer, but,” taking a deep breath he continued, “ah
huv been consulting the Doc,” holding a hand up to stop Xavier
interrupting, “an we both agree that ye should meet wi’ Friera,
maybe get tae know her an all that,” adding quickly, “which is why
ye huv reservations at the restaurant in an hour, an she’ll be
there tae meet ye.”

Before he
ended up with his balls as decorative wall hangings, Shuggie smiled
and flashed out of the office and as far away from the base as he
could think of.

“
Dirty Scottish
Fucker
!” Xavier was raging. Staring at the
now vacant seat, his nostrils flared and his complexion had turned
from white to burgundy. “
I swear to fuck
you are a dead man!
” Correcting himself,
“
Again!
”

He put aside
the questions as to
how
Shuggie had found Friera without being able to
intercept her laptop, never mind how he had persuaded her to meet
him. All he could think about was seeing the stubborn little female
again.  He was telling himself it was so that he could press
her for more details and let her know that his interest was purely
professional, but if he was being honest with himself, it had
surpassed that and was heading towards the personal. Picking up the
scrap of paper with the details of the meeting from his desk,
Xavier growled to himself and got up.  He had less than an
hour to get ready and make his way to the restaurant.  It
would probably take him that long just to shave, so he opted
instead to change clothes, pick up some flowers and candy and get
to the restaurant in time to meet Friera.  

He was, if nothing, a
gentleman.

****

Alicia
returned to Mexico a few days later. It was sooner than she had
anticipated but this time she flew ‘Ali Airways’ as she liked to
call it, brushing herself down as she landed in the alleyway. She
was here to check on two things. The first being the Belcastros and
the second, ‘Commander Prick’.  There was no hint that he knew
of his financial status and to be honest it was bugging the hell
out of her!  

Popping the
cherry heaven into her mouth, Alicia emerged from the darkness of
the alley and headed out onto the main street where restaurants and
bars were situated in the busy tourist part of town.

Crossing the
road to head left Alicia stopped dead in her tracks, the lolly
falling from her mouth and sticking to her top, her brown eyes
almost bugging out her head as she looked through the glass of the
restaurant where Commander Prick was sitting in a romantic setting,
with wine and candlelight — and across from him was ….
A Pensioner
!

“
He’s a
panther!” She shouted without even realising she spoke out
loud.

****

Shuggie
MacAndrew is going to die. Slowly
.
 

This thought chanted
through Xavier’s brain as he looked at his ‘date’.

Sitting
opposite the wizened old woman who called herself Friera, he vowed
to make his vampire friend’s eternal life an unending misery for
playing this joke on him.  The paper-thinned, toothless, piss
smelling octogenarian was smiling vacantly at him as the waiter —
who was not even attempting to hide his amusement — came to their
table with the menus, asking if Xavier would like to test the wine.
 He grabbed the bottle, glared at the waiter to ‘fuck off’,
and poured himself a very large red.