Shannon

I drove and drove until I found a place I thought was far enough from Virginia and where people didn’t know me from a hole in the wall. I had stopped only to feed my son and get gas. I knew shit was hot, and I also knew that the police would’ve been on to the Bobby Knight heist by now.

When I passed by the sign on the highway that said WELCOME TO DALLAS, TEXAS, HOME OF THE COWBOYS I was satisfied that I was far enough away from the bullshit. I drove around and scouted areas that I thought would suit me and Lil Todd. We stayed in a hotel for a few days, and I just relaxed and appreciated every hair on my son’s head. Finally, I rented a three-bedroom apartment where the lady allowed me to pay in cash. The apartment was not too far away from the new Cowboys stadium. From what I could see, Dallas was a nice city. It was a far cry from Virginia, and a damn far cry from where I had grown up.

After getting settled into the apartment, I went shopping, cut and dyed my hair, got a new cell phone, and mentally prepared for what was in store for my new life. Once I was sure I was comfortable, I made the telephone call that I had put off until now.

“Hello,” I said as seductively as I could when the line picked up. The voice on the other end was sexy as hell. Mmm, I just wanted to touch myself already.

“Yes, I’m in Dallas,” I said. Then I gave my new address. It seemed like that was all I had to say. Seven hours later, there was a knock at my door. I started smiling right away.

I peeked in on Lil Todd to make sure he was sound asleep.

I checked myself in the mirror one more time and rushed over to the door. Standing on my tiptoes, I looked through the peephole and there he was, as sexy as I remembered him to be. I felt like a giddy little girl. I let a smile spread across my face, and I loosened the belt on my silk robe. I pulled back the door and let him see what I was working with.

“Dayum, baby!” Jock called out when he saw me looking fucking sexy as hell.

I giggled and threw my arms around his neck. His caramel skin and thick chest and arm muscles glistened. His gear was tight as usual. He was rocking a hot pair of Prada sneakers that I had never seen in the store before; a nice, neat pair of True Religion jeans, and sexy black motorcycle jacket. The long diamond-encrusted Jesus piece and chain Jock rocked around his neck definitely looked better on him than it had ever looked on Todd.

“Damn, I can’t believe you let me go through all that shit,” I said as Jock lifted me off my feet and carried me into the apartment.

“Yo, you was a true ride-or-die bitch, baby,” Jock said, laughing as he started kissing my neck and breasts.

“I’m just lucky it turned out all good,” I said. I just wanted him to fuck me; I didn’t want him to remind me of the drama I’d just gone through behind Todd.

Jock threw his tongue down my throat, and I closed my eyes in ecstasy. I had missed him. I had been fucking Jock for almost two years. It had started when Todd got locked up the last time. Once Todd got home, I tried to stop my thing with Jock, but he was just so goddamn good in bed. It started off with Jock being there as a shoulder to lean on every time Todd cheated on me or got locked up. Or when bitches came to my front door holding babies, talking about Todd being the father. Jock was always so attentive and caring. That’s why I was so disappointed when Jock didn’t check on me after Todd’s arrest. But when I called Jock from the road, he confessed to setting up Todd to get caught with the guns. He didn’t like the way Todd treated me and wanted him out of the way so that he could have me himself. I just wish I’d known Jock’s plan before I’d seduced Bobby to get at his money. But now that I had Bobby’s money, life for me, Lil Todd, and Jock was going to be easy from here on out.

Jock laid me down on the bed and immediately licked down my stomach until he got to my dripping wet, waiting pussy. Jock took his long tongue and went to work on my clit; then he went down to my hole and back up to my clit.

“Ahhh,” I yelled out. I had missed him the entire time he was lying low. He must’ve licked me for about twenty minutes, and I came over and over again. His tongue-play was not to be fucked with.

“I want you so bad,” I called out right before Jock crawled up and took all nine inches of his beautiful, rock-hard dick and drove it up in my pussy.

“Damn, girl, this pussy is so fucking good. Too bad for your fucking husband he didn’t appreciate it,” Jock said as he rocked his hips against mine, grinding my pussy until I started coming again.

“Whose pussy is this?” he asked. I held on to him so tight. I never wanted to let go of him. “I said whose pussy is this?” he asked me again.

“Yours, Jock!” I screamed out with not one bit of guilt. I had completely put Todd out of my mind, just like he had done to me so many times.

Jock and I had been in Dallas for about a week, and I was still thinking about the possibilities of our new life. We’d decided to lie low for a while before moving into a new neighborhood and enrolling Lil Todd into school. I wondered if I was going to be foul enough to let Lil Todd call Jock Daddy. As I lay in bed lost in thought, I heard it. Knock, knock! Somebody was knocking on my door?

I leaned up on one arm and looked at Jock with my eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“You expecting somebody or something?” he asked, lifting his head off the bed, just as confused as me.

“Hell no. The only person I know in Dallas is you, the landlady, and Lil Todd,” I said, pulling back the covers to find my robe so I could go investigate.

“Let’s ignore it, then,” Jock said, reaching out to grab one of my titties.

“Nah, I’m going to look through the peephole,” I said. Shit, I wanted to know who the fuck had the audacity to be knocking on my door. I wrapped my robe around me and rushed through the living room. I crept over to the door and quietly looked through the peephole. I didn’t see anybody out there. I slumped my shoulders in relief. Maybe they had the wrong door, I thought, but just as I turned to walk away, they knocked again.

“Tst.” I sucked my teeth, ready to curse somebody’s ass out. This time when I looked through the peephole, all I could see was the long black barrel of a gun. I opened my eyes wide, and a flash of heat came over my body. I fixed my lips to call out to Jock and run. Before I could run, the door came crashing in. I tried my best to get my bearings and scramble away from the door, but I was not fast enough. The person seemed to be on my ass with one leap into the apartment. All of a sudden, I felt my head being yanked back by the hair.

“Ahhhh!” I screamed, trying to fight. But my hair was my weakness. Once someone got hold of it, I was at their mercy. The pain shooting through my entire head was unbearable as the man wrapped his hand up in my hair, using it to control me like horse reins. I immediately thought about my son sleeping in his room. We were about to die; I was sure of it. Jock came running out of the room in just his boxers when he heard me scream, and another dude drew a gun on him. Jock put his hands up in surrender. The one who grabbed me finally let me go, sending me flying to the floor.

“I guess your boyfriend doesn’t watch his surroundings and who the fuck is following him. You didn’t really think we would let you get away free and clear with a quarter of a million dollars, did you?” said the guy I recognized as Dray, Todd’s cellmate, leveling his gun at me. I thought Jock had told me Dray was really a DEA agent and that he was not going to be a problem as long as Bobby Knight was out of the picture. It didn’t seem like that shit right now; he was here for the fucking money and I knew it. As soon as I saw his face, I knew the deal. The real ultimate heist was about to go down right there in my living room.