Illicit Liaison (9 page)

Darien’s arm ached and he dropped the belt, grabbed her hair and thrust his cock into her rudely, tangling his hands into her hair and forcing her face up so that she could see her own face in the mirror, and his.

Lust had stained both of their foreheads and cheeks with a slow moving crimson tide and as his cock vanished between the pouting lips of her pussy, she cried out into the rag stuffed into her mouth, her teeth studded into the cloth so hard that she could feel it squeaking between her teeth.

Watching his face turned Lolita on so much she came without any warning. Her body tightened all over then relaxed as her walls sucked and squeezed his hard member. Juices flowed from her and she gasped and moaned into the rag.

“You got come all over my cock.” Darien said as he withdrew from her. Lolita spit the gag out as he hauled her to her feet then forced her to his knees. His member was at her lips, pressing against them. Her own juices glistened along his shaft, streaked his engorged head, and mingled with the small drops of his come beading up from the dark hole there. “Clean it off,” he ordered.

Lolita opened her mouth. His cock pressed into her mouth, filling her throat as he thrust his hips hard into her face. His scent filtered into her nostrils and his fingers dug into her scalp. Her tongue teased along the head of his prick, tasting her own sweetness there. She licked as she sucked; applying pressure by tightening her lips and using one hand to give him more pleasure.

Her breath cut off in her throat and his balls slapped against her chin as he pumped harder and faster into her. When those sacs began to tighten and move up, she used her other hand to tease the erogenous zone between his anus and the area directly below his testicles. His indrawn breath told her she was doing well, and then he shot a load of steaming hot white come into her mouth, pulling out slightly so that his seed splashed down her chin, dripped onto her breasts and the floor below her knees.

They both breathed in harsh gasps, the fury of their lovemaking subsiding somewhat as reality returned. Darien was not finished however; he kept her on her knees while he took off the slim gold chain he wore around his neck.

“You are my most precious jewel, the possession I cannot live without, the one thing I cannot take without you allowing it. I want you, I love you, and I will do whatever it takes to keep you.

“Wear this and remember that I love you.”

He placed the necklace around her neck, clasping it closed before brushing kisses across her upturned face.

“I won’t let you go to prison Darien.”

“There is no other way.”

“There is always another way.” She said her chin stuck out in that stubborn angle he knew so well. “Think Darien, do you really think he is going to let me go knowing what a threat I pose to him?”

He wanted to believe that jimmy would keep his word but he knew he would not. He sighed and turned on the shower, steam billowed, and the sound of the water filled the small room. He helped Lolita to her feet, wincing at the bruise on her left knee. “I did not mean to bang your knees up like that.”

Lolita rubbed her sore ass cheeks and grinned at him. “I hope you always give me a few bruises while you fuck me, stud. Now help me think of a plan to save our ass, will you?”

**

The cold floor sent echoes of his footsteps back up as Darien walked into the prison, showed the ID he was using, got a pass and headed for the room he had been told to meet Jimmy in.

The prison air felt somnolent and the men who were out on the tiers looked bored and detached. Prison was a slow moving place, excitement was rare so he was not surprised when wolf-whistles broke out and even a few cheers.

He risked a look behind him, knowing people would mark it as strange if he did not and a grin cracked his lips. Lolita had outdone herself. She had put temporary hair color into her natural hair, added hair extensions and the result was a waist length cascade of red-gold curls. The curls swung from side-to-side and he knew, because he had helped her don the dress she was wearing, that every time that hair swung it revealed the exceedingly low cut back of her scarlet dress. A long sliver of her gorgeously toned shoulders and the slim knobs of her spine drew the attention of every man with a pulse on the tiers and soon others joined them.

The guard walking beside her put one hand on the butt of his weapon and the other very low on the dress that clung so snugly to her bottom. Her stilettos clicked on the concrete flooring and he could see the jiggle of the breast forms she had stuffed into her bra to give her more curves.

He had a moment of panic, what if the prisoners rushed her. The guard saw her into the warden’s office and stood outside, joined by a second. With the show over Darien continued into the room that Jimmy waited in.

“I see you decided to be reasonable.” Jimmy said without preamble.

Darien sat down in the chair and shrugged, knowing he could keep a poker face that Jimmy could not read boosted his confidence. Jimmy was great with computers and terrible with human beings. He had killed people as easily as turning off a laptop because, in his mind, there was no difference. No matter what else happened Darien would never allow him back into the world.

“I am always reasonable.”

“I like your suit. It is a shame it will be a little loose on me. You have good taste for a street thug.” Jimmy’s eyes surveyed the charcoal gray suit with unabashed greed.

“Better a street thug than your kind of thug.”

Jimmy’s eyes narrowed, “No need to insult me Knight. Or should I say Beckworth?”

“You can say anything you want. I do not care. I am done running from my past.”

“Great sentiments,” Jimmy sneered. “We have thirty minutes before we make the switch. Please do not waste them giving me idiotic platitudes.”

“Suit yourself.” Darien replied.

“You seem very relaxed for a man about to spend the rest of his life in the pen.”

“I suppose I don’t have much of a choice in this matter so I might as well let go and let it happen.”

“Platitudes again,” Jimmy tapped his perfectly manicured fingers on the table and then lit a cigarette. It jittered in his grasp and Darien was pleased to note that there was an undercurrent of nervousness in the man after all.

Jimmy was not a sociopath, or even a psychopath. He killed because he wanted money or power but for him killing was not about people, it was about a means to an end. As far as Darien could discern he had no conscience but he certainly had emotions and could get spooked or excited.

He could also be angered, which was something that made him vulnerable and he was susceptible to arrogance, another weak point.

The time dragged out slowly. Jimmy kept dragging on his cigarettes, blowing heavy clouds of smoke into the air, stultifying it even further. Finally, there was a squeak from the hallway and Jimmy stood, barked out, “It’s time.”

They switched clothes. The prison garb was too short for Darien and the suit a little long for Jimmy. The door opened and Jimmy walked through it, a free man. Darien sat down and waited; his heart pounding and panic beginning to thin around the edges of his nerves. He knew Lolita would not let him down but what if things went awry?

*

The door opened and Lolita sashayed in, her false eyelashes fluttering at the guard who held the door for her. As soon as the door closed again she opened her bag, pulled out the white shirt and slacks that matched the ones that Darien had worn in.

“Do you think anyone will notice you are not wearing the jacket?” The guard asked, his fear showing plainly on his face. Beads of sweat had popped up on his forehead and run down to his chin.

“No. Everyone was too busy looking at her.” Darien said with a calmness he did not feel. The guard had been bought with a large chunk of Darien’s retirement fund but he did not think it a great loss, not given the things that were at stake.

All the way back out of the prison the three of them were so nervous that is a pin had dropped they might have simply screamed. The tension around them was so great Lolita was afraid she would literally choke on it.

The guard had done nothing wrong, technically. He had not helped a prisoner escape; he had simply allowed two visitors to leave once again. Darien hoped the man had the sense to keep it together, and he did, all the way to the door.

Outside Lolita and Darien did not waste time congratulating themselves. They jumped in the car and headed for the hotel they had checked into a few hours before. Lolita reached into the low-cut bodice of her dress and pulled out the small data discs that she had taken from the warden’s safe.

“You did it,” Darien breathed.

“That is right. Now say it.” Lolita said smugly.

“Say what?”

“Say I am the best thief on the planet.”

He grinned at her. “What makes you think I am going to admit that?”

“I have all of Jimmy’s files in my hot little hands and I can keep you out of prison forever.”

“No you don’t,” he swiped them so fast she did not have time to close her hands over them. “Besides, I swapped out his laptop.”

“I took it when you were changing clothes.” She gave him a smirk that made him laugh. “How pissed do you think he is going to be?”

“We have to lock him out of his files.”

Lolita opened the small computer and booted it up. “I’m working on it. Remember, he taught us what he knows and he was always too cocky to hold anything back. He was always trying to dazzle and outshine people. He never thought anyone would really listen.”

Jamie leaned over the seat, her eyes sparkling at the sight of the computer. “Is it time for me to play?”

“Yes, it is.”

Jamie took the laptop and sank back into the seat. Darien could hear snatches of the tune that she was humming, Mary Had a Little Lamb. Lolita had sat him down and explained to him that Jamie had Asperger’s and that she had been misdiagnosed and ignored for so long that people just assumed that she was mentally challenged.

She wanted a pet, badly, but was afraid of touching animals hence the stuffed bears and ducks and so on. Those animals and her childlike behavior led a many people to assume that she had a different set of challenges in her life. Most people never realized that under her innocent veneer lay a mind sharper than most of the minds on the planet.

Darien hoped she was brighter than Jimmy, if not there was a murderer loose on the skin of the world and he was going to have to deal with him in a different and more immediate manner. He did not want that but he was prepared to defend his newfound family, to the death if necessary.

“All done,” Jamie announced half an hour later. Then, in a voice filled with joy, “Hey look, there’s cows!”

**

Darien Knight was dead. Lolita Romanoff never existed in any way, shape or form. Jimmy Wyatt was picked up on escape charges and sent to a less cozy prison without any privileges, the warden of the prison he had been in was incarcerated for his own crimes.

Jimmy was placed on the general population floor and two days after he was placed there he was found dead in his cell. His roommate, a man who was said to have been ‘made’ by the mobster Antony Valente stuck to his story that Jimmy had killed himself and nobody mourned the loss.

A gorgeous couple named Gina and Dirk Beckham showed up in Brazil, looking to buy a home. They found a gorgeous one on a high hilltop, surrounded by flowers and with goats that grazed in the long grass of the meadows below them.

Gina’s sister ran wild on the hills, playing in the violets and sunflowers and chasing the good- natured goats across the hills. After the couple had been there for a year Gina went into labor and gave birth to their first son, a beautiful boy with his father’s blonde hair and his mother’s pale skin.

Darien stood in the doorway of the nursery, watching Lolita—Gina—feeding the newborn. The beauty of it stole his breath, stole his heart and he paused there. The sun shone through the window, outlining the mother and son in bars of precious gold.

On the day they had destroyed all of Jimmy’s files they had sat down and talked for hours, telling each other the secrets of their past, trusting each other to keep those secrets safe and sacred.

Gina turned away from the window, saw him standing there and smiled. He was the thief who had stolen her heart, and gave her his own in return.  If there was anything more precious it was not to be found on the earth.

***

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