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“Baby, if you thought I could work your sexy little body in the bedroom, wait until I get you out on the dance floor.”

Oh shit!

She hadn’t forgotten about her night with Jim and if his dance moves were that good then she was in for one hell of a dance.

Chapter Thirty

“I’m too good to be doing this meaningless job. I deserve better than this and everyone knows it,” Dalton complained as he poked another piece of litter with the stick in his hand. He wasn’t going back to that shitty bus today.  He’d come to that decision when he got up this morning and found his new cellmate standing over him with that ‘look’ in his eye. He had been alone in his cell until two days ago when the guard brought him his new addition, Bam Bam.

Bam Bam stood six feet six inches with muscles in places men shouldn’t have them.  He  made it known the first night he was there that before the week was out the two of them were going to become
very
good friends. The hell he would be Bam Bam’s personal ass toy. He would get himself shot by a guard first before he’d allow that man anywhere near his ass.

Looking around, Dalton noticed that the guards weren’t paying a lot of attention to him because they were more focused on the two prisoners mouthing off to each other a few feet in front of them.  Keith and Bucky were always into it about something. They hated each other. He might even go so far as to say their distain might be greater than his for that bitch True.

The noise coming from the two a distance away made him suddenly realize how much he had to get out of here.  He was lucky enough to be put on a crew with other prisoners that were determined to have a very low escape risk.

He truly got lucky when he got approval from the strict classification review team for this job to develop good work ethics, expand his work expertise and abilities while providing a service to the community.

God, if three women hadn’t been on the review panel this time and found him attractive he wouldn’t have found a way out of his cell.  He had applied several times before and gotten turned down by an all male committee.

General labor wasn’t his type of work at all.  Who in the world dreamt about working in landscaping, carpentry, maintenance, sweeping or fucking janitorial work? When he’d had his old six figure position, he’d never bothered learning the names of people who worked those meaningless jobs and now he was one of those losers!

After he had been chosen the committee tried to convince him how rewarding it would be for him. What a load of crap! The only reason the Prison Work Crew Program existed was it gave the community cheap labor, and the jails got more notice for trying to help criminals learn a skill so they might be able to put it towards a ‘real job’ after they got released.

Now all he had to do was find a way out of here!

Since he was on the litter crew, he was minus the handcuffs around his wrists and ankles. It would be a breeze to get out of this stupid job. They were off the highway more totally than yesterday. The spot was closer to the woods. All he had to do was cause some kind of distraction and then he could make a break for it.

Without a doubt, if he didn’t escape today, Bam Bam was going to visit his bunk. He wouldn’t be able to handle a night of Bam Bam proving to him who was the boss.

“Come on, think of something to get away from these guards,” Dalton mumbled as he picked up a can and tossed it in the bag tied to his belt. He only had about thirty minutes left before they had to get back on the bus and go back to the prison.

Maybe he should forget about a plan and make a run for it. The guards might shoot him down. No! He couldn’t go out like that.  He had to go through with his plan to pay True back for crossing him.

In jail, he would read all of those business magazines about how she and Hayward would travel back and forth between Montana and Los Angeles for his construction job during the summer. She was even bold enough to show off her children in those magazines.

True sold him out to get her dream family.  Well, it was about time True stopped living the ultimate reality and came crashing back down to earth with the rest of the common people.

“Man, I told you that if you brushed against me again I was going to kick your skinny ass!” Keith snapped.

“Do it you crack head! I dare you to touch me! I’ll beat you so bad your own mother won’t even recognize your ugly face,” Bucky hollered back.

Spinning around, Dalton saw the two guys from earlier were back into it again.  He noticed how the guards were rushing over to break up the fight before it grew into something worse and more uncontrollable.

“Let them fight,” one of the other male inmates hollered. “I haven’t seen someone bloody in a hell of a long time.”

“Harrison, shut up!” Correction Officer Kirk bellowed, running towards the two men. “We don’t need a fight.”

Yes we do
, Dalton thought to himself as he slowly untied the trash bag from his belt. 

It would only hold him down after he made a mad dash for the forest behind him. This was going to be his only chance at getting away from the guards. He was positive the prison wouldn’t let all of them come back out here after this fight.

Keep fighting so I can get away. 

The entire cell block knew of the hatred between Bucky and Keith. They were constantly trying to find ways to hurt each other. Dropping the bag on the ground, Dalton inched his way back until he was at the very edge of the woods. He saw that Officer Thompson was trying to get the other men back on the bus so a crowd wouldn’t be around to encourage Bucky and Keith.

It only took a spilt second for him to make a mad dash into the words. He kept running until he couldn’t hear the yelling and screaming from the guards or other prisoners. He was almost free and nothing was going to stand in his way of making a surprise visit to True Campbell and her picture perfect family.

Chapter Thirty-One

“I hate to admit it, but that darker color on the walls does make the shop look bigger. You were right to fire the painters you hired and do the work yourself. The white paint they wanted to use would have made the space look smaller instead of larger. Do you think I can hire you to paint a room in my house?” Keira sauntered up to Jim. “I have one room in particular that really needs some work done to it. How much do you charge for an hour or two of your time?”

Tossing the paint roller into the paint tray on the floor, Jim slipped his hand through Keira’s belt loop and tugged her against his body. “I wouldn’t charge you anything,” he replied kissing the side of her neck. She moved her neck to the left giving him more access to her spot. Jim took the hint and nibbled at it causing moisture to pool into her panties.

“Do you know how much I wanted to spend the night with you yesterday?” Jim confessed. “You were all I could think about after I dropped Trevor back off at Kathy’s last night. I almost called to see if you would want to come over.”

“Hey! I’m not a damn booty call,” Keira snapped slapping Jim hard on the arm. “I won’t come over to your house just because you have an itch.”

“Keira, I know you aren’t a booty call,” he quickly corrected. “I was missing you and was dying to have you in bed next to me.”

“Nice save, Mr. Russell.” Keira moved back into Jim’s arms and wrapped her arms around his neck. “Do you need some help painting these walls? I’m bored out of my mind inside my house.  I’m not used to having this much free time on my hands.”

“Do you know how to paint?” Jim asked, his voice filled with semi-doubt.

“I’ll have you know that I have painted more walls than you can count. Charisma constantly called me to help her. Who do you think helped her paint Dave Jr.’s room while big Dave was at work?”

“Great.  I would love your help.”

Keira stepped back to move out of Jim’s embrace, but he wouldn’t let her go. “What is it?”

“Have you really gotten over me owning your father’s business now? I can’t read you when it comes to this. I think we should get everything out in the open before we get any deeper into what we are trying to build here.” His eyes took her in and never left hers for an instant. He wasn’t going to let them go anywhere until she told him the truth.

“Honestly, it still stings that my father sold his life’s work to a stranger. I know that I wasn’t interested in rebuilding bikes, but he should have of at least given me the chance to see if I could have figured it out. Yet, he gave everything he worked his fingers to the bone for to a man that I had only met once and didn’t have a very high opinion of.”

“Are your emotions still so raw that you won’t ever be able to give this weird connection between us a chance to move on further?” Jim questioned with more than a hint of uneasiness in his deep voice.

“I think I’m open to see where things could go as long as you understand that I’m going to be myself no matter what. I’ll give you my advice whether you think it’s good or bad. When you’re being an ass I will tell you. Can you handle that?” Keira loved who she was and she wasn’t about to change for any man…not even a man who could make her toes curl just from one kiss.

“Sweetheart, I can handle anything you toss my way,” Jim told her then planted a hard kiss on her mouth before stepping back.

“Let’s get these walls done because I have a surprise for you later.”

“Surprise? I love surprises. What is it?” Keira was excited.

“Paint the walls and you’ll get it after that. Or can you not live up to your words? Maybe you aren’t as good as you bragged about to me.”

Keira was never the type to back down from a challenge. Picking up a dry roller off the floor, she dipped it into the paint tray between her and Jim. “You’re in for it now, Mr. Russell” she threatened rolling the first coat of paint on the wall. She was going to show Jim who he was messing with.

Jim watched Keira for a few minutes thinking how lucky he was to have found someone like her and for once the thought of getting remarried didn’t scare the hell out of him.

Chapter Thirty-Two

“Have you talked to Jim lately? I haven’t seen him around the house. I wanted to thank him for the baby gift he got for Dave Jr.” Charisma asked her husband as she placed their son back in his crib. Dave Jr. was so much like his father that it was scary. She loved both of the handsome men in her life with everything in her heart.

“No, I haven’t spoken to Jim lately. He’s been busy with remodeling
Choppers
and dealing with Kathy about the way she treats Trevor. She’s been spending up the alimony and child support money on other things instead of their son. I think he’s about at his wits end with that woman. Hell, I’m not even sure if he’s on speaking terms with Keira. I know that I asked him to keep an eye on her. Maybe try to get her to open up to him a little since he was around her so much. I might need to go and see if he has made any progress on my suggestion.”

“You know those two are like fire and oil. Anytime they are both in a room together at the same time an explosion happens.  It’s the best thing to watch in the world,” Charisma said with a laugh.

Coming further into the nursery, Dave kissed Charisma on the cheek before glancing down at his son asleep in his crib. “When do you think the two of them are going to finally figure it out?”

“Keira is very stubborn. She might not admit to her feelings for a while.”

“I know of another woman like her. It’s a struggle to deal with a female with such a strong-willed personality.”

“Keep talking about me and you’ll end up sleeping on the new couch you begged me to let you get last week,” Charisma threatened taking a peek at her handsome husband from the corner of her eye. Dave added so much to her life that she hadn’t known was missing until he showed her.

“I’m not worried about you kicking me out of our bed.” Dave grinned as he picked her up in his strong arms.

“Why not?” She couldn’t wait to hear this.

“Dave Jr. needs a baby brother, so we need to get busy working on that and I know you always put your all into everything you do.” Carrying her out of the nursery, Dave headed for their bedroom at the very end of the hall.

“How do you know me so well?” Charisma asked.

“It’s a gift.”

Chapter Thirty-Three

The hot spray from the shower pounded down around them as two large hands rubbed the body wash into Keira’s stiff back and then moved around to give her breasts the same attention.  It was absolutely the best feeling in the entire world. It was almost enough to make her hate showering alone.

“Does that feel good?” A hot, warm breath whispered by her ear as fingers pinched her nipples.

“Yes,” Keira moaned as Jim eased his thigh between her legs. “I need…”

“What? Tell me what your body wants me to do.”

Why was he playing with her?  Jim
knew
what she was dying for.

“You.”

“Me?”

“Yes!”

Removing his leg, Jim thrust his middle finger deep inside of her wetness. “Shit!” He growled and gently bit her shoulder. “You’re so snug. Do you how incredible your body feels wrapped around my finger?”

Keira nodded her head, but that wasn’t what Jim sought after. Letting go of her breasts, he slid his hand through her hair and tugged her head back. “Answer me…don’t nod your head. I need to hear the words.”

“I feel it,” she whispered, completely lost in the sensations he had racing through her entire body. “My body never seems whole now unless you’re touching it or buried deep inside of me. It’s like I’m missing a part of me.”

Using his knee to spread her legs even farther part, he worked two more thick, calloused fingers into her body. She
was
so close to an orgasm.  All she needed was a few more minutes and she would be there. As she was about to achieve the ultimate pleasure Jim whispered four words that shocked the hell out of her.

“Don’t you dare come.”

No! She had misunderstood him. Keira tried moving her hips, but Jim placed a hand on her waist stilling her movements. She couldn’t believe he was teasing her like this! She had to come. She wasn’t going to be able to hold out much longer…no matter how much he told her not to come.