Cloaked in black, the Jackal climbs into the black SUV four blocks away. Not until the vehicle is rolling does the mask come off and the criminal breathes a sigh of relief.
“So how did you do?”
I jump at the bass booming from the backseat and nearly swerves the car off the road. Heart pounding, I glance up into the rearview mirror and meet a pair of familiar brown eyes.
“What are you doing here?”
“Pull over,” he barks.
I hesitate.
“Now,” Keston commands calmly.
Drawing a deep breath, I pull over and wait. When the silence stretches for too long, I start getting nervous. “Aren’t you going to say something?”
“What would you like for me to say?” he asks evenly.
“I don’t know. I guess you can tell me what tipped you off.” I glance into the rearview. “Or how long you’ve known.”
“It has more to do with your DNA than anything you did. And since there are just a small group of people who even know about our fathers’ past criminal activities, the chances of anyone else putting the pieces together is slim to none.”
I nod and fold my arms. “So now what?”
“You mean now that you have to admit that you haven’t exactly been honest about who you are?” he challenges.
I toss up my hands. “All right. You got me. I grew up listening to my father’s tales about him and my uncles doing all these daredevil heists. He used to show me newspaper clippings of the places they hit, and it all sounded exciting. He left the world guessing as to who he was.” I shake my head as I reflect on those memories. “I used to love how he snuck into my room in the middle of the night—even though it used to drive my mom crazy.”
“So you wanted to take his place?” he asks.
“I guess at first I wanted to see if I could do it,” I admit. “It was stupid and I was scared. After all, there were four Jackals. But after the first job and the police didn’t bang my door down, I guess I got a little more confident. I started planning bigger and bigger jobs and … It was never about the money. In fact, I’ve never spent any of it. Can’t, really. My former job monitors agents’ financial records.”
“Former job?” Keston questions.
“Yeah.” I draw a deep breath. “I sort of quit today. They’re a bunch of assholes anyway.” I feel a sudden rush of tears come on. “So now what? Are you going to call the police? Turn me over to the FBI?”
“Don’t have to.” He tosses something up to the front seat, and I turn and pick it up. To my shock I’m staring at an FBI badge. “You’re fucking kidding me.”
“Nope.”
I whip around in my seat to stare into his face. “Are you arresting me?”
He doesn’t answer.
My heart starts racing again. “You’d do that?”
“It’s my job, isn’t it?”
“Keston … I … don’t believe this.” Tears start trickling down my face. “I’ll stop. I promise.”
He shakes his head.
“Just like that?” I ask, incredulous. “What we shared means nothing?”
“It didn’t seem to when you cut me out of your life,” he says.
“I was angry. I didn’t mean it,” I say. “I’ve been waiting for days for your call. I love you.”
“Humph. It’s a funny time for you to admit that,” he says dubiously.
“I know you don’t believe me, but it’s true. And it doesn’t make sense because we haven’t known each other that long. But I swear to you that I’m not lying.”
His expression doesn’t change. “Turn around and drive.”
“Keston—”
“TURN AROUND AND DRIVE!”
I jump and then do what he says. My tears start streaming at a faster pace while my mind races. What will my parents say? My friends? My colleagues? The media? Funny, I had gotten so successful at pulling off these bank robberies that I’d long ruled out the possibility of ever getting caught. I thought I was too good.
After five minutes of silence, I take another glance in the rearview mirror. Keston’s dark gaze is still blazing into me. “I want you to know that even though you’re doing this, I meant what I said.”
Silence.
I return my attention to the road while occasionally swiping my eyes.
“Get off at the next exit,” Keston says, surprising me.
I glance back at him, but he’s now avoiding my eyes. I get off at the next exit.
“Take a right at the light.”
“Where are we going?”
Keston doesn’t answer. He just continues to bark out directions until I realize that we’re taking the back way to my house. “I wouldn’t breathe a sigh of relief just yet if I were you,” he says. “I still haven’t made up my mind about what I’m going to do.”
I nod, but I can’t help but feel a flicker of hope that he’s not going to turn me in. It’s around midnight by the time we pull into my driveway and I shut off the engine.
We sit in the car another five minutes before Keston says, “Just so we’re clear, I meant what I said the other day too. I love you, but we have ourselves in a pretty fucked-up situation.”
“Does anybody else know about me?”
“Not that I’m aware of, but that’s hardly the point, now, is it?”
“I guess not.”
He nods. “Get out of the car.”
I reach for the door and grab the bag from tonight’s heist. When we climb out of the vehicle and march toward my front door, I’m still searching my mind for the right words. But the bottom line is that this whole thing is out of my control. I slip the key into the lock and enter the house.
“Have a seat,” he orders.
I make a beeline for the sofa in the living room and wait. He follows and takes the easy chair next to the window. For another five minutes we just stare at each other as if we’re waiting for someone to call or join us. When I can’t stand the silence any longer, I ask, “So what are you going to do?”
“I don’t know. I haven’t made up my mind,” he says honestly.
I try to look understanding while I fight myself not to start begging. Looking at him now, I’m reminded of the first night we met. He looked dangerous and sexy at the same time. It seems like no one in my life is who they appear to be. My father, my partner, my lover, and even myself. We’re all masters of disguise.
Finally, Keston stands back up and walks over to me. “Stand up”
Nervous, I swallow the large lump in my throat and stand up.
“You love me?” he asks.
I nod.
“Look at me.”
I force my eyes up and stare at him. For the first time, I can see so many different emotions written on his face. I’m stunned because up until now, he has always managed to keep himself calm, cool, and collected.
“Show me how much you love me.” He lifts my chin and then lowers his hungry lips onto mine.
On contact, my mind is blown as I melt against his hard body. Until this moment, I hadn’t realized just how hungry I am for his touch. We start tearing at each other’s clothes. After I explode in his hot mouth, I run my tongue down the side of his neck while I rip the buttons off his shirt and expose the chest that I love so much.
Keston pulls my warm turtleneck over my head and then fills his hands with my firm D-cups. My hands fall to the front of his pants so I can massage the long imprint of his dick. Instantly my clit starts swelling and thumping in anticipation.
“C’mon, baby. Don’t play with him. Show him how much you love him.”
I’m more than glad to do that shit, because I miss this big muthafucker like nobody’s business. I sink to my knees and unzip his jeans. While Keston rolls them down over his hips, I’m busy pulling his gorgeous cock out of his boxers. Shit. I’d almost forgotten how pretty his shit is. Going straight for the head, I stretch my mouth open wide and slide him all the way to the back of my throat on the first stroke.
Keston releases a long hiss and immediately starts to drip some of his salty tang on my tongue. “Fuck, baby. Nobody does this shit like you do.”
For that compliment, I give a good jawbreaker and listen to him hiss and moan. Pretty soon I’m licking, slurping, and popping my mouth all up and down his dick, and then I lift that muthafucka up to service his balls with a good tongue-bathing.
“Aww. Yeah,” Keston continues his praises even as he turns to sit down on the sofa.
I don’t miss a beat, bobbing my head up and down and then running my tongue all around his shit.
“Stand up,” he orders. “Get up here and put that shit in my face.”
I quickly remove the rest of my clothes and go to stand over him on the sofa and then squat down to put my entire pussy right on his mouth. The second that fat tongue starts snaking all around my clit, my knees fold and I have to lean against the wall in order to hold myself up.
Once Keston gets hold of my pussy, he doesn’t want to let it go. He sucks, nips, and pulls on it until I’m just pouring honey down his throat. Every time I think I’m going to fall, he smacks me on the ass and tells me to stand back up. But soon it all becomes too much, and I tilt over and fall down on the sofa’s thick cushion.
“That pussy looks like it’s about ready,” he says, standing up. “Is that pussy ready for Daddy to tear it up?”
“Oh, fuck yes.”
“How do you want, it baby? On the sofa or on the floor? Get into position.”
I climb up on my knees on the edge of the sofa and then brace my hands on the back of it.
“Is that how you want it, Ma?”
“Yes, baby.” I twerk my ass up at him. “I want it all.”
“Ask and you shall receive.” He grabs the back of my ass and spreads my ass cheeks wide so he can get a good look at him entering my pussy from behind. My mouth sags open as he slowly eases into me. When he’s halfway in, I start tightening up.
“FUUUUUCK.” Keston grinds his back teeth together.
Pussy juice stars pouring down my leg. I reach down and start fingering my clit until I see stars. Soon after, Keston starts rotating his hips and sends me to another galaxy. When he’s finally balls-deep, he hunches over and replaces the hand I have on my clit with his.
“You love me, baby?” he asks.
“Y-yes.”
“Then let me hear that shit.”
“I l-love you.”
His hips pick up speed. “How much?”
“I love you with all … my heart.”
His hand, hips, and dick intensify their rhythm. The sofa actually starts banging against the wall. The next thing I know, every cell in my body is cumming, and I’m screaming I don’t know what up at the ceiling.
“Whoo. Look at you, baby,” he says, pulling out and showing me how much I drenched his cock. He puts it back up against my mouth and orders me to clean him up. Once that’s done, he lies down on the floor, and I saddle up in my favorite backward cowgirl position and start riding into the sunset. When Keston’s toes start twitching, I know that it won’t be long. Sure enough, he grabs the bottom of my ass and starts roaring. A second later, his warm cum gushes out of my pussy and makes a pretty mess.
We take a long shower together and then snuggle up in my bed. I want to go to sleep, but we still have some unresolved issues between us. Yet, I’m afraid to bring it up, because I don’t want him to think that I just fucked the shit out of him just so I can avoid going to jail.
After a long while, it seems that he’s learned the art of hearing my private thoughts.
“I’m not going to turn you in,” he says.
Instantly, I sag with relief.
“But the Jackal is going back into retirement,” he says.
“Absolutely,” I say, and then cross my heart.
“And then me and you are going to get married.”
“What?” I sit up in bed.
He pulls me back down. “You heard me.” He nuzzles a kiss against my neck. “Someone has to watch you and make sure that you stay on your best behavior.”
I don’t know what to say. Married? Me? I’m thrilled and overwhelmed at the same time. “Are you sure?”
“Positive. Now lie down and take your ass to sleep.”
I cup his face and pull his lips into a deep kiss. “I love you, baby.”
“I love you too.”
I lie down and fold his arms over me so that we can spoon. With so much shit going on lately, I can’t believe that I’ve actually managed to find a little ray of happiness with this man. I’m almost too giddy to fall asleep. Before tonight, I didn’t even know my ass wanted to get married.
I guess that it’s never too late to change.