Not to say she couldn’t throw me off my game every now and then.
Just last night, I thought I’d nearly have a heart attack when Jane demanded I fuck her from behind. I think I actually missed a stroke, but I quickly had her flipped over before I plunged back in. It was then that I realized we were facing the large mirror on her dresser and Jane was watching us with dark, lust-filled eyes as I rode her hard. It made my balls tighten and the need to come was almost painful. My hand pushed into her long hair and I gripped it hard, and that got her attention. Her glazed eyes slid to look at me in the mirror, and we held each other’s gaze for just a brief moment. Then her lips curled upward and a mischievous glint sparkled back at me. She then turned to look back at herself, and, in an imperious voice—while I was still fucking her hard—she said, “Magic mirror on the wall, who is the fairest one of all?”
I came to a dead stop rooted deep within her, and her eyes slowly raised to focus back on me.
She grinned at me and panted, “Snow White and the Seven Dwarves, 1937. Now get back to business, baby.”
And I couldn’t help it. I fucking threw my head back and busted out laughing. I laughed so hard that I collapsed on top of Jane, and then rolled us to our sides. Jane laughed with me as I wrapped my arms around her tight, that orgasm I was so close to completely forgotten—although, admittedly, I was still hard as a rock.
We started talking about movies.
Just like that, I went from fucking Jane to leaving orgasm city behind and talking about movies.
I was fine with that because it was real, and it was Jane, and just having that with her appealed to me on a level I didn’t realize I needed.
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The ringing phone startles me awake. For a brief moment, I’m disoriented. Then my eyes land on the mantle with Jane’s painting above it, and my heart immediately settles. I sit up quickly from the rust-colored couch where I’d been laying down and immediately grab the burner phone from the oval-shaped coffee table.
“What’s up?” I answer when I connect to Joe on the line. I stand up from the couch and walk to the front windows, peering through the blinds toward Jane’s house. It’s completely dark, but I’m not surprised. She was having a “girls” night out with Miranda, which, according to Jane, meant that she had to make sure Miranda didn’t get into too much trouble.
I’m hoping Jane will come over here after she gets home.
“I’ve got some bad news,” Joe says, and my body tightens over the ominous tone of his voice.
Pulling back from the window, I open the front door and walk out onto the porch. I sit down on the top step and stare at Jane’s house. “What is it?”
“One of our servers has been infiltrated. The tech team just found the breach, and they were able to shut it down fairly quickly.” Joe’s voice trails off slightly.
“But…” I prompt Joe, because I can tell he’s walked me up to the cliff.
“Your information was in there. New name and current address. It doesn’t look like that information was compromised, but we can’t rule it out just yet.”
“Fuck,” I bark into the phone and run my hand over the stubble on my head. “Why the fuck was that in there?”
“Come on, Kyle,” Joe chastises. “You know we have to have accountability somewhere. It takes funds to set up this type of thing, and we have to answer for that. But Camden has his top techs working on it right now.”
Bart Camden is Joe’s boss—and technically mine, for that matter, since Joe and I were effectively partnered up the last several years.
“There is some good news though,” Joe adds on. I let my eyes drift from Jane’s darkened house over to Front Street where her parents live a few blocks down. Such normal people who have no clue about me.
“What’s that?” I ask.
“A few of the Mission higher-ups have reached out to the prosecutor about cutting some deals,” Joe says, and this causes me to sit up a bit straighter. This is surprising because there’s a code among the members of Mayhem’s Mission. You never rat out your brothers, but if you do, be prepared to die for that action.
This is good news indeed. It means convictions will be easier to secure. It could mean a domino effect with the rest of the defendants who were indicted, and perhaps this will go away faster.
“Do I have anything to worry about at this point?” I ask as my eyes cut back to Jane’s house. I don’t care about myself, but if someone’s coming for me, I am not going to put her in danger. I’ll pack my shit up tonight and hightail it out of town.