“We do. If we don’t, the chaos will just catch up to us. It’s best to keep ahead of the storm.” I kiss her forehead. “Get up and get dressed.”
“I think you forget you’re kind of chaotic yourself,” she replies, twirling a piece of hair. I squeeze her next to me, wanting to savor this moment. “And that’s exactly what’s going to keep your stubborn ass alive.”
After getting dressed, Jillian meets me in the garage. Her shirt pulled together at the bottom and tied in a knot. She catches me looking at it, and shrugs.
“You ripped all the buttons off, I had to improvise.”
***
PULLING THE RUSTY VAN out of the garage, we head out. Passing skinny ass people jogging with prissy ass looking poodles.
Sitting back Jillian groans, looking down at her stomach.
“You hungry?” I ask looking around the van for more chips.
“Yes, but not for chips. I’ve had enough chips.” I rub at the back of my neck. I need to get her food, but I’m out of cash. Shit.
The dashboard dings at me, catching Jillian’s attention and mine.
“Shit!” I curse slapping the steering wheel.
“What, what is it?”
“We’re out of gas.”
Her eyes widen. “You’re kidding me? How do you manage to steal two cars and both be out of gas?” She falls back into her seat, a hidden smile across her face. “Some skills there, Outlaw.” Reaching over I fist her by the hair, her mouth falls open as her eyes take on a dazed look.
“Please let me know if I’m wrong, but I am pretty sure your eyes were rolled back as far as they would go last night when I put my skills to optimum potential, no?”
Her eyes narrow, and she jerks from my grip.
“You really are an arrogant asshole.”
“And you really like my cock.” I raise a brow and smirk at her. Her cheeks flush and she looks out the window. I’ll take that as a win.
“So, what are we going to do? Because we can’t just get out and walk where we are, there are people everywhere.”
“We’re going to have to steal another car, or find gas.”
She looks out of the corner of her eyes, her lips pursing as if she’s in thought.
“What?”
“Let’s steal some gas, maybe we can grab some food while we’re at it.”
I think I just died.
“Wait, you want to steal, actually commit a crime?”
She rolls her eyes. “Don’t be so dramatic.” She points at the dashboard. “I don’t see us with a lot of options here.”
“Alright, let’s do this.” I rub my hands together, and pull off the exit ramp toward a gas station.
“Alright, we’ll go inside and you distract the clerk and I’ll reach over and—”
“Just pull up over there,” she interrupts, pointing to the pump on the other side of a Chevy.
“The nozzle is still in the truck, and the driver is inside. We can just put it in the van, then return it before the person comes back out.” I slide my gaze over to her, my cock growing in my pants.
“If we weren’t about to do this, I’d bend you over and fuck you right now.”
Pulling up to the other side of the pump, she jumps out before I have a chance to.
“Jillian!” I go after her. I didn’t mean for her to get out and actually do the work. My heartbeat is wild, nervous she’ll get caught and I’ll have to cut a fucker’s throat for coming near her.
Rounding the van, she steps up to the pump and pulls the nozzle from the truck. Undoing the cap to the van she casually puts the pump in our van and leans against the vehicle.
“You don’t have to do this, I will be more than happy doing it,” I inform her, using my hand I brace myself on the van.
“It’s already done.”
The pump clicks telling us it’s full. Reaching for the handle Jillian beats me to it, and puts it back at the pump.
“No, put it back in his truck!” I whisper loudly, looking around making sure nobody is noticing us.
“Oh, right!” She turns, putting it back in the green truck. She runs, and jumps in the van, the same time I do.
“Wait, food!” she yells, as I begin to turn the wheel.
“I’ll get it. You stay here.”
Getting out, I head inside. It smells like coffee, lemon disinfectant, and donuts.
“I’m sorry how much did you say?” A man asks loudly at the counter.
Looking across the store I find the bakery putting out fresh donuts. I head toward them.
Opening a box, I stuff as many sprinkled ones in as I can. Chocolate, vanilla, and strawberry icing, all with rainbow sprinkles.
“You better call your fucking manager, ‘cause that damn thing is broken!” he shouts. Casually I walk around the register and see the man practically crawling over the counter at the poor clerk, he looks to be maybe eighteen and scared out of his mind. I’d teach that fucker a lesson if it wouldn’t bring attention to me and Jillian. My brows furrow at that thought. Me, dishing out justice and shit? Jillian is starting to rub off on me. What the fuck is happening?
I walk right out, get in the van, pass Jillian the box of donuts, and drive away unnoticed by all.