The Con (20 page)

After I finish riding out my orgasm, Jagger
moves away from my pussy, his fingers sliding out of my wetness and
then he lifts them to his lips and sucks my juices off each finger,
groaning sexily as he does it.

I sit up in bed and pull my gray t-shirt
off, followed by my bra, and then crawl off the bed until I'm on my
knees on the carpet in front of him. Unbuttoning the top of his
jeans, I pull them down his waist along with his boxer briefs and
his hard cock springs upward.

"What are you doing, twinkle toes?"

"I'm about to devour my new friend," I
whisper low and huskily, trying to sound irresistible. Looking up
at him with doe eyes, I open my mouth and lick the underside of his
cock. His length twitches as he hardens further and I can't help
the excitement that floods my veins from seeing him grow. I lick
him again and again, caressing his hard cock with my tongue.

I wrap my lips around his engorged head and
begin to suck him into my mouth as my hand reaches up and cups his
balls, pulling and massaging them as he groans out from the
sensation. My other hand comes up to the base of his cock, fisting
him tightly and moving up and down his length as I circle the head
of his cock with my tongue before taking him in my mouth
further.

I bring him in and out, each time taking him
deeper and deeper until he hits the back of my throat. The next
time he thrusts in deep, I stop, leaving him as far back in my
mouth as he can go and I suck hard. I let up and start to pull away
when Jagger groans, his head falling back as he slides his fingers
into my hair.

"Damn, twinkle toes. Don't stop."

I take my hand off the base of his cock and
wrap both hands behind the back of his thighs, digging my fingers
into his flesh as I fuck him with my mouth. He begins to thrust
forward and my eyes tear up from how deep he's reaching with each
push, but I don't pull away, I don’t stop him. There is something
freeing about being fucked this way by the man you love. Trusting
him not to take it too far.

When I can no longer breathe his cock swells
inside my wet mouth and a moment later he comes down my throat. I
barely have a chance to taste it because his head is so deep inside
me, but as he pulls out traces of cum fall against my tongue and I
savor the taste of him.

"Your mouth is amazing, twinkle toes," he
says as he grips me under my armpits and pulls me to my feet. His
mouth falls on mine and he kisses me passionately, not caring that
my mouth was just on his cock and that I probably still have
lingering drops of his cum on my tongue.

When he pulls away, giving me a chance to
breathe, he kisses my cheek and then whispers across my skin, "I
love you, Ronnie."

I wrap my arms around his back and whisper
back, "I love you, too."

I move onto the bed with him and we slip
under the sheets before he pulls his shirt over his head so he's
completely naked. I move over to him, wrapping myself around him so
I can cuddle close to him throughout the night.

When I'm in Jagger's arms it's easy to
forget about everything else. I can forget about the little girl
with dreams of becoming a professional dancer. I can forget about
the mistakes I made once I learned I would no longer be able to
dance. I can forget about my club promoting job, and agreeing to do
the bank job with Jagger, and just focus on the fact that after
eleven years of pining after him I'm finally with Jagger.

I'm finally his.

If I had a chance to go back to two weeks
ago and tell him no, I wouldn't. I rather be on the run with
Jagger, than stuck in a life in my trailer in the Evergreen's
without him.

Chapter Seventeen

The next morning I'm sitting at the small
table in the hotel room, eating scrambled eggs, bacon and toast
from room service as Jagger calls his friend, Ky. Jagger was up
bright and early this morning purchasing another burner phone at
the gas station.

We're going to need Ky's help to have a
fighting chance at survival. We'll also need more clothes because
while I still have a few more clean panties, I've worn almost
everything else I bought at Target. I'm in my last clean pair of
jeans, but my blue t-shirt is dirty.

The food at the hotel tastes delicious, or
maybe it's just that I haven't had a decent breakfast in a few
days. Either way, we've definitely upgraded from the motel in
Colorado. The sheets we slept on last night were soft and smelled
of fresh linen. The room is cool, with updated furnishing and
there's a wide range of television channels on the TV.

When Jagger comes back into the room I'm
finishing up my food and gesture for him to have a seat and eat,
too. He ordered himself an apple and bagel with cream cheese, but
he doesn't touch it. Instead he sits down and looks at me
apprehensively.

I'm instantly on alert. "What's wrong? What
happened?"

"Nothing's wrong, twinkle toes. Ky's going
to help us the best he can. He has a cousin up in Dallas who can
get us new identities. New IDs and passports."

"Don’t you think that's taking it a little
too far, I mean, do we really need to get new identities?"

"Ronnie, I don’t think you understand just
how dangerous Matteo Esposito is. He has men everywhere. The minute
we try to book a flight or cross the border, he'll know about it.
Our best chance to go into hiding is to become new people. I know
it's not ideal, and all of this is a lot for you to absorb, but
it's the only option we have right now."

I cross my legs and intertwine my hands in
my lap. "And once we get new identification, what do we do
then?"

"Then we'll open up some accounts so we're
not carrying all this cash around. We'll figure it all out as we
go, twinkle toes." Picking up the crisp red apple in front of him,
Jagger takes a bite. His eyes stay focused on me as he takes
another bite, and then another.

I'm not sure what to say to him right now.
It's not like I can tell him no. This is a situation I've never
been in before and although Jagger's never been in a situation like
this, either, he does have experience with people like Matteo. If
new identification is the only way to survive right now, he can
sign me up to be Ginger McGillicutty for all I care.

We sit here for several minutes while he
finishes his breakfast and then he gets up and crosses over to my
side of the table. Crouching down so we're at eye level, he rests
his elbow on his knees. "I'm so sorry, baby. I never wanted to put
you in this situation. I never wanted to take your life away from
you. I only ever wanted you to have an extraordinary life. I
promise, I fucking swear, everything is going to work out, Ronnie.
We just need to make it to Dallas and then we'll meet up with Ky's
cousin."

"And what do we do after that?"

"After that we start planting the seeds to
start our new life. I don't have all the answers. I wish I did
because you deserve answers, but what I do know is that we're going
to get through all of this as long as we stick together. We have to
stick together."

I bend over, cupping his face in my hands.
"I may have a lot of doubts right now, Jagger, but staying with you
isn't one of them. You don't have to worry about me leaving
you."

I brush my lips against his in a comforting
kiss, but I pull away before the kiss can escalate. "I will miss
this hotel room, though. Can we get one just as nice in
Dallas."

"Anything for you, twinkle toes."

***

The drive to Dallas is just as boring as
every other drive I've been on with Jagger over the past few days,
but it's a means to an end. When we arrive into the city
mid-afternoon we drive straight to Ky's cousin's house. I was
expecting a run-down home on the outskirts of town so when we pull
up to a gated community and a guard has to buzz us in I'm a little
shocked.

My guard is up because I don't know Ky as
well as Jagger does. This could all be some kind of trap for all I
know.

We pull up to a dark brick mansion. The
grass is green and freshly cut, the flowers and bushes newly
landscaped, and a large fountain is in the middle of the grass,
directly in front of the home.

"Wait here," Jagger orders as he parks the
wagon and gets out. I don’t listen, unbuckling my seatbelt and
getting out of the car to follow him up to the house.

"I told you to stay in the car."

"You know it was just a few years ago that
you heard Dougy give me an order similar to the one you're giving
me now and you mocked him ordering me around. Now you want to do
the same thing? We're in this together and that means wherever you
go I go."

"That situation was completely different and
you know it. You weren't struggling to stay alive then." He doesn't
move so I cross my arms over my chest defiantly and wait to see
what he'll do next. When he finally realizes I'm not going back to
the wagon, he moves towards the house and I stay in step next to
them.

When we reach the dark wood door that
matches the brick of the house, he rings the doorbell and then
turns to face me. "Can you at least let me do the talking? I have
more experience with this kind of thing."

"I won't say a peep."

Rolling his eyes as he tries to hide the
small smirk at the corner of his mouth, Jagger faces the door
again. A man opens the door and he looks to be about Jagger's age,
maybe a year or two older.

"Ace! It's been a long time." He takes a
step toward Jagger and wraps an arm around him, hugging him briefly
before taking a step back into the house. "Come on in."

I wasn't aware Jagger knew Ky's cousin but
now is not the time for me to start asking questions. Walking
through the doorway of the largest home I've ever been in, Ky's
cousin closes the door behind me.

"I'm being so rude," he says in my
direction. "I'm Linc.” He reaches out his hand and I take it,
trying to ease the discomfort filling my stomach.

"Ronnie."

"Do you want something to drink or should we
get right down to business?"

I'm thirsty but Jagger speaks up before I
can ask for something. "I'd love to catch up, Linc, but Ronnie and
I are in a hurry."

"No problem, man. Let's go to my office.
It's attached to my dark room so we can get this done rather
quickly."

We follow him through the house, which is
elegantly decorated in Italian designs and expensive art pieces,
until we make it to an office in the back. There's camera equipment
and screens, along with clothing racks filled with clothing for
both women and men.

"We'll do the license pictures first and
then move to your passport pictures. You can wear what you're
wearing now for the license but you'll need to change into
something different for the passport picture. We can’t have you
both wearing the same clothes for both identifications. It'll be a
giant red flag if you ever need to leave the country." He walks
over to one of the cameras and adjusts the lens before waving me
over first.

I walk over to the blue screen that has a
black stool in front of it and sit down, facing Linc and the
camera. My hair is down so I pull it over to one side and smile
while Linc takes a few shots, blinding me with the bright flash
before asking me to get up. Jagger sits down next and takes a few
pictures. The entire thing takes only a minute and then we're
changing into different tops for our passport pictures and Linc is
snapping those shots just as quickly.

When the photos are done, Linc disappears
into his dark room with the film and I stand next to Jagger,
impatiently waiting for the moment we can get out of here. Linc is
nice and all, but I'm having a hard time trusting anyone other than
Jagger right now.

Jagger wraps an arm around my shoulders,
pulling me to his side and my head falls on his shoulder. "We're
almost done, twinkle toes."

I believe him; I just wish we were done
now.

"Here's a book of names that I can get you a
social security number for. I need you to go through it and pick
one out for each of you," Linc says as he walks out of the dark
room with a spiral notebook in his hands.

"We're going to steal someone's social
security number?" I ask. I know Jagger didn’t want me to talk, but
stealing a social security number is something I’m not comfortable
with and I want them both to know it.

"Relax. The people in this notebook are all
deceased. They won't miss the nine-digit number." He hands the
notebook off to Jagger and Jagger walks over to the desk and opens
it up to scroll through the names.

"Don’t you want to pick your name out,
Ronnie?" Linc asks me.

I shrug my shoulders in response. "Not
really. Jagger can do it."

"Twinkle toes, this name is going to be what
you identify yourself with for a long time. You might want some
control in picking it out."

"I trust you." It's the truth, but there's
another truth as well. I find it morbid to pick my name out of a
list of dead women. Those women had lives, family who must mourn
them and miss them. If I look through the list of names I won't be
able to choose, because my name could easily be on a list like this
someday.

Chapter Eighteen

We've checked into the Ritz-Carlton in
Dallas and after the long evening we've had, I'm ready to just sit
and relax with Jagger. When we left Linc's place, we headed to
several stores to go shopping and we purchased more than I've ever
bought in one day.

We have new clothes, luggage, toiletries and
much more. I have a new purse and wallet, along with a brand new
iPod and a gift card to load it with music. It took two hotel
employees to get all of our purchases up to the room while Jagger
carried the black duffle bag.

We also ran to the nearest post office and
opened a P.O. box, using Linc's address to secure it. I'm not sure
why we need a P.O. box, but Jagger informs me it'll be essential in
the months to come.