King of Diamonds (Desert Sons MC Book 3) (7 page)

They made a quick stop to check on the cars, then found the nearest motel and checked in. Jack had to produce his ID and prepay since he was paying with cash, but he was just too damn tired to care. If the cops wanted to arrest them now, they could. At least he would have a place to sleep.

In their room he allowed Tina to shower first to wash off the road before he did the same. She was already asleep before he joined her—not that he cared. They would have to wait and do all the erotic things they discussed sometime tomorrow.

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CHAPTER SIX

Jack’s eyes popped open just after six and for a moment he couldn’t remember where he was as he stared at the unfamiliar furnishings. As he recollected himself he smiled and he rolled over to take Tina into his embrace. After a solid twelve hours of sleep, he was feeling rested and refreshed and he was ready to make good on what he promised between King and San Bernardino.

“What time is it?” Tina mumbled, her voice slurred and thick with sleep.

“Six-oh-six.”

She yawned then scooted in a little closer. “I’m cold.”

Jack snugged her in tighter still and tucked the linens around her as he shared his warmth with her in the chilly room.

“Mmmm… that’s nice,” she murmured as she wiggled a little and settled in. When he began to stroke her breast softly, she smiled but didn’t move. She wasn’t quite awake yet and she enjoyed the hell out of just being held as he gently caressed her breast. They had nothing to do today, so there was no reason to hurry into anything else.

Tina was clearly content to simply lie in his arms and be held… and he was content with that arrangement as well. But after almost another hour of holding her, he needed to find out what was going on back home.

“Where are you going?” Tina murmured when he released her and rolled away.

“Nowhere. I need to go to the bathroom, then call Marshall and find out what is going on.”

“I’m not ready to get up yet.”

“I’m not either. I’ll be right back.”

After Jack planted the seed and the toilet flushed in the bathroom a few seconds later, Tina realized she needed to relieve herself as well.

“Marshall... Jack,” he said as she stepped out of the bathroom a few minutes later and he waved her back to bed.

“Jack!” Marshall’s voice came out of the tiny speaker as she crawled into bed and spooned with him. “I guess you made it?”

“We’re here. Seth called with the warehouse information literally as we were driving through town. We only had to backtrack a couple of exits.”

“That was cutting it pretty close.”

“Yeah. He really came through for us, though.”

“Where are you? LA? Seth wouldn’t say where he found the warehouse. He said he didn’t want any more leaks. I can understand that, but it kind of pissed me off.”

“I’m sure it’s nothing personal. We’re in San Bernardino.”

“No problem getting there?”

“None at all. Just a long drive, and Peterbuilts aren’t as comfortable as my Audi. By the way… I’m not sure how you can use the information, but Rog’s truck is parked in the Stonehenge… Stonewood… Stone-
something
shopping center in San Diego. It’s right off interstate 15.”

“Okay. I will let him know his baby is safe.”

“What’s the news on the theft?”

“Not a peep. Nothing on the news I could find and nothing in the paper yesterday or today.”

“The cops are probably too embarrassed to admit they lost the cars,” Tina chimed in.

“Maybe they haven’t noticed yet.”

“Oh, they’ve noticed,” Jack said. “Tina left a ‘fuck you’ note for them.”

“A what?”

“I printed off a sheet of paper that thanked them for keeping the cars safe for us. Jack and I both signed it.”

Marshall burst into laughter. “Nothing like adding a little insult to injury. That’s classic. No wonder they haven’t leaked the story. I bet they are tearing up the town looking for those cars.” He chuckled again. “I wish I could have been there when they found that note.”

“That will teach them to mess with Tina,” Jack teased. “She doesn’t take prisoners.”

“No. I see that she doesn’t. Tina… he’s my best friend. Don’t kill him, please.”

“Don’t worry. I’m taking good care of him,” she said as she rubbed her ass into his crotch.

“I’m sure you are. But is he taking care of you?”

“He’s not doing too bad.”

“Any news on finding a buyer?” Jack asked as he tried to put the conversation back on track.

“The guy in South America will take the GTO. He’s upped his offer to three million.”

“But nothing else?”

“Nothing firm. Cheryl may have a line on some Russian dude, but nothing else. Brett’s talking to a Saudi prince or something. He wants the cars, and certainly has the money, but he’s concerned that the cars are stolen and Brett doesn’t think he is going to bite.”

“So we have a definite on the GTO, and a maybe from a Russian. Does he want the lot?”

“That’s the way he’s talking, according to Cheryl.”

Jack thought for a moment. “Let’s put the pressure on him. We’ll give him until… what is today?”

“Tuesday,” Marshall supplied.

Okay… let’s give him until Wednesday night to confirm or we’ll let the GTO go. That’s the crown jewel of the collection and that may motivate him.”

“I think Cheryl already told him we had a buyer for the GTO, but I will let her know. You want them to make a deposit?”

“Yeah. We’ve got the cars. If they want them, they are going to have to pony up.”

“I will let her know. Anything else?”

“No, I don’t think so. Anything you need to tell me?”

“I don’t guess. I’ll let you know if I hear any news about the cars.”

“Thanks, Marshall. Say hello to Nic for me.”

“Hello, Tina and Jack,” Nic’s said somewhere in the background.

“Never mind then,” Jack chuckled. “I’ll talk to you this evening.”

“Okay. Take care, you two.”

Jack thumbed his phone off and twisted enough to drop it on the bedside table before he turned his attention back to the warm softness cuddled in close.

“Now… it seems I recall you were questioning my manhood on the drive last night. No, wait, Sunday night. Fuck, the last couple of days have all run together. Anyway, you were insinuating I might not be able to keep up. You care to find out if I can or not?”

She smiled as she remembered their verbal fencing to keep each other awake on the long overnight drive. The challenges and good-natured insults as they bantered had made her so randy, the only reason she hadn’t jumped his bones right then was they both wouldn’t fit under the steering wheel of the truck.

“Pretend I’m from Missouri.”

“What?”

“Show me,” she said.

Jack released her and tumbled out of bed. She rolled to her back and watched in confusion as he crossed to the air conditioner and switched it off before he returned to the bed.

“What was that all about?” she asked as he covered her body with his own.

“Didn’t you say we had to drip with sweat?” he asked as his lips brushed against hers.

Tina flashed hot at the thought of them fucking so long and hard that they were dripping with sweat. She had forgotten that, but now that he mentioned it again, it did sound wonderfully erotic.

“What are you waiting on, then?” she asked as she offered her lips to him.

What indeed?
he wondered as he accepted the offer. He kissed her softly, but rapidly it became deeper and more erotic. In the meantime he pressed down and gently thrust his hips to spread his lubricant between their bodies.

As all the things they talked about Sunday night came rushing back to her, Tina could feel her desires ramping up. At one point in the evening she had challenged Jack to make love to her all day, and make her scream over and over again. They were going to have to stop for lunch since they missed dinner last night, and were going to miss breakfast this morning, but if he managed to keep it up for the almost five hours until lunch… she would probably need a break anyway.

He broke away and began to kiss down her body. He knew the challenges, insults, and questions about his manhood were all in good fun, and it had worked wonderfully well to keep him awake and alert, but now he was going to make good on as many of those challenges as possible. When she gasped and pressed his mouth harder into her breast as he flicked the nipple with his tongue, he smiled.
Making her scream this morning may not be all that hard,
he thought as he flicked her nipple again.

She had heard of orgasming simply from nipple teasing... and if Jack kept up what he was doing, she might have her first one. “Fuck…” she murmured as he continued to gently roll her nipple between his finger and thumb while kissing and teasing the other with his lips and tongue. She wanted to feel his touch in her most intimate place but,
fuck,
what he was doing felt good!

He finally left her breasts and resumed kissing down her body as his hands took over caressing her soft mounds. The chill in the room was already gone without the air conditioning warding off the southern California warmth. If she wanted sweat, she was likely to get it before they were through.

The moment his lips touched her womanhood she shuddered, and pressed her legs together. It wasn’t an orgasm, but the pleasure his touch caused was so intense there was no significant difference. After the wave of pleasure passed through her, she opened her eyes and met his. He smiled as he held her gaze, his tongue and lips busy tormenting her. She watched for a moment, her hands on the back of his head, until the pleasure became too much and her eyes closed again.

Jack soared with pleasure. Not at Tina’s touch, but from giving himself over to her, and from giving her pleasure. He focused on her clit as it began to unveil and became engorged as her pleasure mounted. He battered her button gently with his tongue and smiled again as she began to keen and squirm. She had told him she loved him… and that was the greatest gift she could give him. He knew they were in just the first stages of their love… that their feelings for each other would grow and become deeper and more meaningful. But this morning, he was determined to give back a small measure of the pleasure her mere presence gave him.

“Oh…
fuck!
” she gasped out as her orgasm overcame her. She fought through the waves of pleasure and he continued to bore in on her, his tongue like a finely-crafted instrument as he probed and licked. No sooner than her first orgasm had ended than a second, even more powerful one, followed on its heels.

Tina uttered a nearly incomprehensible noise as her second orgasm took her. Jack continued to delve deep inside with his tongue, pinch and pull with his lips, as he drove her orgasm on and on. When she began to relax at last, he slid a finger into her wetness and stroked her sweet spot, curling his finger inward to stroke her with an expert touch.

“Fuck! You’re going to make me come again! You’re going to make me come! Fuck, please make me come!” she begged as a third, all-consuming orgasm crushed her amidst his ministrations. She pushed at him as she tried to get some space to regain her control, but he didn’t stop and, with a wail of pleasure, she was taken by a cataclysmic orgasm.