Chapter 18 Shyanne #2
“What the fuck are you talking about?” Jackson said.
“I’ve had your best buddy followed. So far, the only thing he’s done out of the ordinary is go on a date.
My guys say she was a hot little piece, too.
Unfortunately, your boy wasn’t able to close the deal.
Went home alone.” Joseph chuckled dryly.
“Damn wyrms don’t even know how to get their dicks sucked from a whore. ”
Whore? Fresh rage surged within me. His mother must be so proud of the man she raised. Prick.
His words did more than anger me, though.
It showed that we’d done this the right way.
They were watching Christian. I’m sure they wanted to follow Jackson too, but with his ability to fly anywhere, that was basically impossible for them to do.
This confirmation of what we believed gave me hope that we’d thought out the rest of our plan correctly.
“Is this call nothing but you trying to chew me out for not going fast enough?” Jackson asked. He glanced at me, and from what I saw in his eyes, he was thinking the same thing I was.
“Basically,” Joseph said. “Jacky boy, you don’t want to piss me off.
I don’t like waiting. I want to look in that little girl’s dead fucking eyes before the weekend.
Got it? Otherwise I’ll have my cook bake a fucking cake using your sister’s egg for the batter.
I’ll draw a big cock on it with icing and send it to you.
Get the goddamn thing done. Trust me, the first one is always the hardest. After that?
Killing gets easier. It’s like a callus.
It builds up over time. Fuck, I could smack a baby with a hammer and not blink an eye.
All that to say, I’ll kill your sister with my own bare hands if you don’t get this done. Bye, Jack.”
The call ended then, leaving us both standing there in silence, shocked at the sheer audacity and animal savagery of the man.
“He’s a monster,” I whispered.
Jackson nodded. “Feels like that’s not a bad enough word for what he is.”
“We can’t let this guy figure out what we’re trying to do. We’re dead if he does.”
Jackson looked at me, his eyes stony and solemn.
“We wouldn’t be the only ones dead. A guy like him?
He’ll go scorched earth. Our families, our friends.
He’ll tear it all apart and leave a trail of corpses in his wake.
It’s why I didn’t want to involve you in any more of this.
I’m a piece of shit for asking, and I’m sorry. ”
“Don’t be sorry,” I said. “We’ve been over this. You didn’t force me to do anything. I’m here because I want to be.”
“I appreciate that. I’m still sorry, though.” A grin tugged at his lips. “You can’t stop me from saying it.”
“No, but I can keep telling you not to say it. We’ll see who gets tired of it first,” I said, rolling my eyes. “Come on, let’s get back to work on this car.”
We worked hard, going over every change and addition multiple times.
I plugged the tuning computer into the wiring harness below the steering wheel and punched through the settings to ensure all the systems were talking to each other properly.
It should have been done with the car on a dynamometer, but I didn’t have an extra forty thousand dollars to buy one.
The closest one to us was booked solid and wouldn’t be able to get the car back to us in time.
Without that to measure torque and power, I’d have to eyeball it.
Thankfully, I was confident in my skills and sure I had all the systems dialed in.
“Shyanne?”
I didn’t look up, keeping my eye on the screen. “I want to go over the ABS system one more time to make sure it’s the way I want it.”
Jackson chuckled. “You’ve already checked that three times.”
“Can’t be too sure.”
I yelped in surprise a second later when Jackson yanked the small handheld computer from my grasp.
“Hey! I’m not done with that.”
Jackson looked at me like I was crazy, then gestured at the car. “You’re done. You did it.”
Instead of arguing, I let out a heavy breath and sagged in the driver seat. “Really? You think so?”
“You would know better than me.”
“I guess I am done,” I said, looking around the car with wonder.
There wasn’t a time in my entire career that I’d gotten a quality job done so quickly. Pride and relief swept through me, and the weight of what we were trying to do lifted the tiniest bit.
“Want to go grab dinner?” Jackson asked.
Hadn’t we just had lunch? Frowning, I glanced at my watch. No, it was past five. I’d gotten so wrapped up in my work that the day had gotten away from me again. At the sight of the actual time, my stomach gurgled with hunger.
“I guess so,” I said.
I unbuckled my work belt and hung it on a hook. When Jackson and I stepped out of the paint room, we found the rest of the staff sweeping and cleaning up.
We pitched in, winding up pneumatic tool hoses, plugging in cordless batteries, and wiping down counters. Twenty minutes later, the guys left, and my vague hunger had turned into a clawing, ravenous desire for food.
“Where would you like to go?” Jackson asked.
After the bar fight, I figured it would be good to steer clear of Juan’s for another week or two. My brain was too fried from work to think of anything good.
“You choose,” I said.
Jackson grinned to himself before straightening and moving around the table until he was right next to me. The proximity sent pleasant chills up my spine.
He placed a hand on the wall beside my head, moving close until his face was only a foot from mine.
“Do you want to get messy?” he whispered.
“Uh…” I tried to swallow, my mouth suddenly dry. “What?”
He slipped his index finger into the loop of my pants and tugged gently. “You know, messy. Hot and wet. Maybe…” His warm breath brushed my ear, and I shivered. “I can suck it off your fingers.”
Well, that’s it. I need a fresh pair of panties.
Unable to help myself, I glanced at Jackson’s crotch before meeting his eyes again.
“You have a filthy mind,” Jackson said with a grin. “I was talking about barbecue, Shyanne.” He released my belt loop and wagged his finger at me. “You’re a naughty girl.”
I pushed him back playfully. “Smart ass. Just for that, you’re buying again.”
Jackson directed me to drive to The Smoke Pit, a barbecue place that was fairly legendary around town, though I’d never had the chance to try it. When we got out of the Jeep, the aroma of smoke, fat, and spices filled my nostrils, and my jaw ached as saliva flooded my mouth.
After seating ourselves, a server stopped by to grab our orders.
“Two blue moons, please,” Jackson said. “With orange slices.”
“You got it,” she said, scribbling away. “What did y’all want to eat, or do you need a bit?”
Jackson shook his head. “We’re ready. Give us the feast for two special.”
“Gotcha. You get three meats, and four sides, along with our cheesy cornbread.”
“Pork ribs, brisket, and the smoked sausage for the meats, and the mustard potato salad, coleslaw, mac and cheese, and collard greens for the sides. Bring out both the mild and spicy barbecue sauce, too.”
“Ten-four, good buddy.” The waitress winked at him. “I’ll be right out with your drinks.”
“Holy shit, that’s going to be a lot of food,” I said.
Jackson smirked at me. “I heard your stomach growling. Don’t act like you don’t want it.”
Oh, this man knew what he was doing with his innuendos. I did want it. Sex with him had been mind-blowing. We’d been too busy and stressed while planning this job to have partaken in each other’s company since. I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t masturbated to memories of it a few times.
“I guess you’re right,” I said, cocking an eyebrow. “I do want it.
The server must have noticed the sexual tension the instant she returned, because she hurried away as soon as she’d set the drinks down. Jackson put his hand on mine, tracing the lines of the veins and bones with his finger as he looked into my eyes.
“You know, it’s really impressive what you were able to do in so little time,” he said. “You’re amazing.”
Typically, I wasn’t one to fall for flattery, but his words struck a chord with me. I wanted to impress him, because I enjoyed seeing him look at me like that. That confused me a little, since I’d never wanted something like that from a man before.
The food came out next, all of it piled on a massive aluminum baking tray.
All sexual thoughts took a backseat to my hunger.
We dug in, not caring if we made a mess of ourselves.
It was so refreshing. Usually, on dates, I was always so worried about how I looked that I only ordered food that could be eaten easily and wouldn’t be messy.
Now? Jackson and I devoured the food, sauce smearing our fingers and lips.
Something about it was also somewhat carnal.
“Try this,” Jackson said, holding a slice of the smoked sausage to my lips. “They make it in-house.”
As he slipped the sausage into my mouth, the symbolism was not lost on me. Before he could pull away, I wrapped my lips around his fingers and slid my tongue across the fingertips, tasting the sauce on them. Jackson’s eyes lit up.
When he pulled his hand away, I finished chewing and swallowing the sausage, then dabbed at my mouth with a napkin.
“It’s delicious,” I said.
Jackson took a deep steadying breath, nodded to himself, and licked his lips.
We finished our food quickly, forgoing dessert, because we were both craving something more substantial to finish off the meal. Jackson pulled his phone out and tapped away furiously while I cleaned my hands with a wet wipe the restaurant provided.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
He glanced up, then looked around to see if anyone was close, before leaning forward. “Booking us a room at the hotel two blocks down. I’ve got to have you, and I don’t want to be quiet.”
“That’s a bit forward, don’t you think, Mr. Adelmund? What if I’m tired and want to go home to bed?” I teased.
“Oh, you’re going to bed, Ms. Witmer, but not to sleep.”
Warmth pooled between my legs, and I clenched my thighs, desperate for some friction on my pussy. The server couldn’t get over here soon enough for us to pay.
Jackson cupped my ass as we walked to my car, then massaged my thigh as I buckled up, his hand inching higher and higher. By the time I pulled into the hotel parking lot, I was shaking with desire.
We got out of the car, and Jackson rushed around it.
He pressed me back against the door, kissing me hard, crushing his body against mine.
I moaned as his tongue slid deep into my mouth, his hard cock pressing through his pants into me.
I had to have him. It had been too long, and my body was crying out for it.
We could barely keep our hands off each other in the lobby as Jackson checked us in. For the moment, I wanted to forget about all the danger and worry and just get lost in the desire. Get lost in him.
As the elevator doors slid shut, I lunged at him again, shoving him against the wall as I kissed him.
He ran his hands up and down my back, then clutched at my ass.
I palmed his cock, and it strained against his pants, hungry to be touched.
Jackson’s hands swept to my front, caressing my breasts through my shirt.
A tingle of pleasure rippled along my nipples and straight to my pussy.
The elevator bell dinged as we came to the fifth floor, and we pulled ourselves apart, trying to act normal as an older couple stepped on. The woman gave us both a quizzical look as her husband hit the button for the seventh floor.
When we reached their floor, she glanced back and gave me a knowing grin, then winked conspiratorially. A laugh burst out of me as soon as the door slid closed.
“That lady was pretty perceptive,” Jackson said, yanking me toward him and kissing me as if his life depended on it.
When we arrived on our floor, we composed ourselves and strode down the hall. Jackson draped his arm over my shoulder, his body heat melting into mine. If this really was only a short-term fling, then I’d ride it out. A little bit of joy, excitement, and happiness was better than never having it.
Jackson swiped his key card and tugged me into the room.
It was shockingly nice. I’d been too preoccupied with him to really look where we were.
This was a pretty high-end place. Honestly, he could have booked a hole-in-the-wall interstate motel, and the finale of the night would have been the same.
He tried to lead me to the bed, but I pulled his hand away, and winked at him.
“Not yet,” I said, nipping his lower lip. “Sit.”
I nudged him toward the recliner beside the bed. He flopped down, eyes widening as I sank to my knees in front of him.
I unzipped his pants, then slowly pulled his cock free of his underwear.
Jackson moaned as I curled my hand around him, squeezing softly.
I delighted in watching this giant of a man squirm, his hips pushing up slightly as if to thrust. There was power here that turned me on.
Simply knowing that I had him right here, literally in the palm of my hand, knowing that his pleasure was mine to give, was incredibly hot.
I could push him to the edge and make him beg for it if I wanted.
I wouldn’t, but it was still sexy to think about.
“Is this what you want?” I whispered, then leaned in, trailing my tongue up his shaft before flicking it across the tip.
“Fuck,” Jackson hissed. “It is.”
My fingertips didn’t even touch around his massive girth as I stroked him and wrapped my lips around the head and sucked greedily, swirling my tongue around as I did.
The sound that came from Jackson was almost enough to make me come right then and there.
His body trembled as I continued working just the head, treating it like the most delicious lollipop I’d ever tasted, all while running my hand up and down his shaft.
When I took him deeper into my mouth, I had to suppress a smile as Jackson dug his fingers into the armrests and threw his head back.
The head of his cock slid along the roof of my mouth to the back of my throat until I couldn’t take another inch.
I sucked hard, my cheeks hollowing out before I eased back and swirled my tongue around the tip.
Glancing up, I locked eyes with him, then slid down again, taking every inch into my mouth with aching slowness.
Saliva lubricating my lips, I moved faster, up and down. I devoured him with my mouth, basking in the glory of the way he moaned and gasped with each movement. Eventually, I pulled away and looked at him again, my hand still gliding up and down his shaft as I licked my lips.
“Tell me what else you want.”