I can't tell you guys how sorry I am that I took so long to update. Things around here have been hectic. Well, hectic is a huge understatement, but I'm not gonna go into detail about it. I tried to make this chapter exciting, but my spunk seems to have disappeared as of lately. Yes, I will continue to write, I just had a sort of, um, setback these past few weeks...plus I started working again about a month ago. (Sorry for the excuses..) For those of you who know me, well, you understand. Enjoy!
Chapter 11
______________________________________________________________________________
8:00 p.m.
Making our way back to the hotel, I took a good look at myself. My clothes were drenched in blood, and so were Jack's hands, not to mention he was still in his Joker getup. When we arrived, there were people in the lobby, so our entrance was going to be tricky. The lobby was empty when we had left, which is how The Joker went so unnoticed.
"What are we gonna do?" I asked, turning to look at Jack. He tapped Bear on the shoulder and mumbled something to him. Bear nodded and he and Lucky got out of the car. They went up to a couple of hoodlums standing on the corner and started talking. The next thing I knew, the talking turned into shouting, then to fighting. The fight moved to the front of the lobby door, and sure enough, everyone inside came to see what the fuss was about. Jack grabbed my arm, pulling me out of the car with him, and we fled to the hotel's side entrance. We took the elevator up, and quickly made it to our room unseen.
"That was genius!" I squealed. Jack gave me a sideways smirk before going into the bathroom. He turned his head around midway, to see if I was following; I was. "Are Lucky and Bear gonna be okay?" I asked. "They're both big boys, they can take care of themselves," Jack replied, while taking off his coat and vest. Looking at myself in the mirror, I found that I had more blood on me than what I thought. "Look at you," Jack cooed into my ear, also looking into the mirror at me. He pushed my hair aside, making me shiver, and put his face into my neck, inhaling my scent. "I want to take you, just like this," he growled. Both my adrenaline and estrogen now flowing, I turned around and planted my lips onto his.
His paint was a little smeared, and I only ruined it more. I pulled my shirt over my head in between kisses, and then slid my shorts down, while Jack was busy pulling out his confined erection. He grabbed my waist with both hands, and roughly spun me around to lean over the bathroom counter. He pulled down my panties and submerged his throbbing cock into my wetness in one big thrust. I let out a muffled yelp, and his hand went up to my hair, yanking my head back. "I just can't get enough of your sweet little pink pussy," he growled into my ear, still driving into me like there was no tomorrow. He snaked an arm around me and started to rub my aching clit. "Come on baby, come on," he whispered as he pounded me harder. As the intensity built up, and after one big thrust, my pleasure zone went beyond its normal limits. I felt my body convulse slightly by possibly the best orgasm I've ever had.
Immediately after, I felt Jack contract inside of me. He pulled at my hair again, and hissed my name as he climaxed. He slumped over me slightly, for a minute, then used the counter to push himself up. I turned around, grabbing his hair with one hand and his face with the other and darted my tongue into his mouth. Clearly surprised, he stepped backwards a bit, and smacked into the wall. He started to fondle my breasts, then reached around my back to unhook my bra. "Round two?" he asked, unbuttoning his shirt. I bit my lip and nodded my head, making him chuckle. He went over to the shower and turned the water on, then led me into it after the hot water came on.
I washed all the blood off of me, and Jack stepped in the shower to join me after he had gotten undressed. He went under the shower head and let the water pour over him. White, black and red paint dripped down his body, and into the drain. He took me by the waist and placed me under the water with him, holding me close with one arm around me and one holding my head as if I were going to break. I put my head on his chest, savoring the moment, and closed my eyes.
Jack broke his hold on me, and put both hands on my face. He looked into my eyes profoundly, as if he were searching for something. I didn't say anything, or ask him what he was thinking because I already knew. "It's okay, you don't have to say it," I said softly. His intent look, turned to a confused one, before gritting his teeth and closing his eyes. "Tiffany, I can't. It's just, not in me," he explained. "I understand. I love you," I said truthfully. He opened his eyes and looked deeply into mine. "You're not lying are you?" He said rhetorically. I shook my head. He put a hand on my head and put it back onto his chest. It didn't bother me that he wouldn't say it back. I knew he loved me from the look in his eyes, but it was more than love; It was infatuation.
"If you can't tell me, will you show me?" I asked, looking up at Jack. He looked at me for a moment, before resting his hand under my chin and kissing me tenderly. The kissing soon progressed into him putting his hands under my bottom, picking me up and slowly, sliding into me. I put my arms around his neck as he put me against the wall of the shower. Unlike before, he gently pushed himself in and out of me, all the while looking into my eyes. His gaze never left mine as he made love to me. "Jack.." I moaned, feeling closer to climax. "Mhm?" he muttered, going a little faster, sending me over the edge in an instant. "God, you are fucking amazing," I said, those overwhelming ripples still coursing through my body. He tightened his grip on my bottom and grinded into me, gasping for air. Still panting, he let me down and leaned against the wall.
I got out of the shower and dried myself off. Jack came up behind me, and kissed my neck while taking the towel from my hands. "You are wearing me out, kitten," he said, wrapping the towel around his waist. He lifted my chin and looked into my eyes. I assumed that was his way of telling me he loved me. I was ecstatic. I dug in my shopping bags and put on a cute little nighty that I had bought from a lingerie store. Jack went to lay on the bed while I brushed and dried my hair in the bathroom.
9:30 p.m.
After I had dried my hair, I heard Jack laughing like a fucking hyena. I went into the bedroom to see what was so funny. He was laid out on the bed, almost falling on the floor in laughter, watching the news. A report about a building exploding was on. I turned up the volume and listened; It was all in French. "What the fuck's so funny? You can't even understand it!" I asked. "I know!" he exclaimed, still laughing. I immediately joined him, falling onto the bed, laughing. "What do you think they're saying?" I asked, between pants. Jack shrugged. "Probably, something like : The man found inside the building had been brutally castrated, with his mouth sliced open, and he appears to have shit himself. The small severed penis was found nearby," Jack mocked, in a news anchor voice, making me fall back on the bed laughing.
Jack's phone rang, making me jump. He walked over to the bathroom, to retrieve his phone from his coat. "What?" he barked. He paced around for a bit, rolling his eyes. "Well then feed him," he said, in an annoyed voice, before snapping the phone shut. I gave him a quizzical look and he laughed. "Our little panty thief isn't doing so great," he said, smugly. "Shouldn't have put his hands in your cookie jar," I stated, returning his smile. He threw himself on the bed and laid next to me. "That's right!" he exclaimed.
I turned on my side to face him. "You're not tired?" I asked. He gave me a distasteful face and shrugged. "Not really. I don't usually sleep much," he explained. "You should, you look tired," I said, touching his face. He closed his eyes and put his hand over mine. "Why sleep, when I can stay up and watch you?" he cooed, putting his cheek to mine. He pulled back, surprised by his own words, and looked into my eyes for a reaction. "It's okay, Jack," I assured him, tracing one of his scars with my finger, then his lips. He instinctively licked them. "Tell me what it's gonna take," I said. "Take for what?" he asked, clearly confused. "What it's gonna take for you to trust me." He blinked a few times, licking his lips. "Time," he mused. He looked at me as if making sure I understood. "Okay," I nodded, and smiled a little.
Jack flipped through the channels while I went and poured myself a glass of wine. The housekeeping had left Sangria this time, and I was more than chipper. I looked at the bottle more closely; It was Mondotte. I brought my glass over to the couch and sat down. "Thank you," I said sweetly, before taking a sip. Jack glanced over at me, then looked back at the TV with a smug smile.
"We should go out tonight, if you're not tired," I suggested. His eyes fluttered around before he turned to look at me. "Go out?" he asked, wincing. "Oh, I forgot you don't like people," I said. He got up off the bed, and came to sit next to me on the couch. "Is that what you wanna do?" he asked softly. "Well, you don't want to. It's okay, really," I assured him. "That's not what I asked you," Jack said, slightly annoyed. I looked up at him and nodded. "Then we'll go out. Get dressed," he stated, sitting back on the couch. I leaned over and gave him a small kiss on the lips. I appreciated that he wanted to make me happy, even though he didn't like being around people. I found myself wondering why he was like that. Maybe it was because people stared at him. Well, I would be the one to make sure, if anyone gawked tonight, they would never do it again.
I went into the bathroom and pulled out a short, purple dress to wear. After I was done readying myself, I went into the bedroom to find that Jack had already dressed in jeans and a coat. He was ending a phone conversation. "Ready?" he asked, not looking at me. When he finally turned to look at me, his jaw almost hit the floor. A smile crept upon his face as he stalked towards me. He chuckled to himself a little, while circling me like a buzzard. "What?" I asked. "I see I might have a little trouble keeping the ingrates off of you tonight," he said, running his hand down my back. "I doubt it," I said, rolling my eyes playfully. He grabbed my face, a little too forcefully and squinted his eyes at me. "Don't ever think, for one second, that you're not beautiful," he scolded. I blinked a few times and nodded. "C'mon," he said, grabbing my hand. I snatched my purse on the way out.
He barged right into Bear and Lucky's room. Bear was stretched out on his bed, and Lucky must have been in the bathroom. "Get dressed. You're playing, ah, bodyguard tonight," Jack commanded Bear. Bear took one look at me, but quickly averted his eyes, not wanting to anger his boss. Lucky came out of the bathroom, in only his underwear and stopped in his tracks when he saw me. I couldn't help but laugh out loud at his deer in the headlights look. "S-sorry," he said, turning to go back into the bathroom to clothe himself. Jack rolled his eyes. "How unfortunate for us to see that," he joked, before going to sit on the small couch in front of the bed.
Lucky came back out a minute later, and Bear walked into the bathroom to get dressed. "Need any help with something, boss?" Lucky asked. "No, not tonight. Why?" Jack asked, looking at Lucky skeptically. "Oh, I was just wondering if um, you see I met this girl last night," Lucky started before being cut off. "Yes," Jack sighed, "You can go get a little pussy. I don't need you tonight. Just don't go do anything stupid," he warned, eyeing Lucky. Lucky looked relieved and gave him a toothy smile. "Thanks, boss."
Jack gave Lucky a disapproving look, before turning to look at me, playing with my Cupid, sitting next to him. His eyes trailed down my body, and I sat back, uncrossing my legs, giving him a better view. His tongue flicked out of his mouth as he got closer to me. "Plan on using that thing tonight, kitten?" he asked. I shrugged. "If I have to," I replied, winking at him. His face tightened into a serious stare, as he put an arm around my waist, pulling me towards him. His eyes burned into mine before he compressed his lips against my own. His tongue pushed past my lips and down into my throat, making me moan into his mouth. Jack's other hand had went up to cup and squeeze one of my breasts, making me whimper even more.
I got so caught up in the kiss, I forgot that Lucky was in the room. Bear had also returned from changing. "Looks like we both can't get enough," I whispered, my lips barely touching one of his scars before kissing it. He cupped my cheek, then stopped to look back at his henchmen, who were pretending to be busy. He turned back to me, and I noticed his eyes had softened some. He stroked my lips with one finger, looking at them, then back up into my eyes. I licked my lips a little. He clenched his teeth together watching me. "Do it again," he growled. I ran my tongue across both lips, keeping my mouth open slightly. "You want me to take you right here in front of my goons, don't you?" he mumbled into my ear, running a calloused hand up my leg. I shivered, and sighed deeply, closing my eyes.
"Ready?" Jack barked to Bear, interrupting my little moment of pleasure. "Yeah, boss, whenever you are," Bear replied. Jack abruptly got up, heading towards the door. "C'mon," he said, waving me over. I pouted and got up to follow him. "You're mean," I said, sticking my tongue out at him. He mouthed the word 'me?' pointing to himself.
Jack got into the driver's seat, after he held the passenger door open for me. Bear, of course, climbed into the back seat. I couldn't keep my hands still the whole car ride. What was I so anxious about? Jack noticed this and raised an eyebrow at me. "I can't keep still. I don't know what's wrong," I said to him. He appeared to be in thought as he looked at me, then down at my shaking hands. "Calm down, kitten," he said, leaning over to whisper to me. He grabbed one of my hands, and held it down to stop the trembling. He looked at me, turning his head to the side and squinting a little. "I know what you want," he purred. I looked up at him with a curious face. "You need to destroy something, you know, satisfy you're ah, urge," he explained, before thoroughly licking his bottom lip.
"Oh, is that it?" I asked, rhetorically. I looked out the window, in search of a canvas/victim. Jack rested his arm on the steering wheel, glancing at me, then back at the road. "Looking for trouble?" he asked, after giggling like a little girl. I turned to look at him and his smile turned to a very serious, and somewhat intrigued expression when our eyes locked. "I know that look-uh," he growled, his face still very grave. I had no idea what fueled this sudden adrenaline rush. All I knew was that I wanted to be doing something. My head started to feel like it was spinning. I needed to fulfill this need…and fast.
"Fuck me now," I purred, leaning over to talk into Jack's ear. He gave me a sideways glance and laughed. I did a sort of sigh-groan, and straddled him in the driver's seat. Jack looked surprised for a minute, and then continued laughing. He made a sharp turn onto a long street, with no traffic. "Oh, you wanna play, eh?" he growled. Keeping one hand on the steering wheel, he reached down with the other to unzip his pants, and take out his throbbing member. He looked even more surprised when I slid right onto him. "Ohhh, no panties? You bad girl-uh," he mumbled, taking hold of the steering wheel. I grinded on top of him, wrapping my arms around his neck, making some interesting sounds rise from his throat.
I noticed the speed of the car picking up, as we paced ourselves. The song 'Scream' by Avenged Sevenfold was playing. Jack leaned over to turn it all the way up, then presumed fucking me/driving. Bear, who was sitting in the back seat, was looking out the window, with a slight smile on his face. Jack began mumbling some rather dirty things to me, as he sped up, pushing the pedal to the floor. A whole new kind of rush pulsated throughout my body. I clutched onto Jack's shirt as he held one arm around me, and held the wheel with the other. It didn't take long for me to get off, and Jack followed shortly after me. I could tell, because he nearly ran off the road.
He stopped the car, slamming on the break, and threw his head back. I leaned back onto the steering wheel and stared at him. We stayed that way for a minute, just staring at each other awkwardly, until he pulled me towards him and shoved his tongue down my throat. "You are just full of surprises," he mumbled into my ear. I put both hands on his face, giving him a small kiss, and fell back onto my seat. I turned down the radio while Jack zipped up his pants and looked back at Bear, a little uneasy. "We didn't uh, scare you, did we, Bear?" Jack asked, before holding back a laugh. Bear looked from Jack to me and shook his head, also choking on a giggle. The car wasn't silent for one second before we all burst out in laughter.
"Sooo," Jack mused, heading back to the downtown area. "I take it you've done that before?" he asked, glancing at me. "Actually no," I said, honestly. "You?" Jack gave me a sideways smirk and shook his head. He pulled into the parking lot of a bar and we all got out, with Bear leading us to the entrance. The bouncer standing at the door looked at Bear, then back at us. He took notice to Jack's scars before letting us in. Jack grabbed me around the waist and held me close as we walked in.
"Want anything to drink, boss?" Bear turned around and asked. Jack looked at me, raising an eyebrow. "Um, a Jack and Coke?" I said, smiling. Bear almost laughed at what I wanted, but turned and went to the bar. Jack looked around warily, as we walked towards a booth in the back to sit down. He sat opposite from me, as we waited for Bear to come back.
"Jack and Coke," Bear said, sliding the drink to me. "Thanks," I said, hastily bringing the glass to my mouth. I dug in my purse and lit up a cigarette. The alcohol and nicotine mixture burned my throat, but I didn't care; It would soon be numb. Bear slid in next to Jack, mumbling something to him. Jack blinked and looked at him incredulously, then looked over Bear's shoulder.
I followed his gaze to find a man holding a beer, staring at me like I was God or something. I heard Jack growl a little, before he looked over to me with a sly smile. "Come here," he purred, beckoning me over. Bear and I switched seats, and Jack pulled me up onto his lap. He grabbed the back of my neck, turning my head a little to crush his lips against mine. I figured he was doing this to tell that weird guy to fuck off, so I complied, wrapping my arms around his neck.
"He's gone, boss," Bear assured, but Jack didn't break his hold on me. He continued smothering his face against mine, before finally pulling away. Bear got up and excused himself to the bathroom, before a few familiar faces greeted us.
"Ah, Jack! And Miss Tiffany!" Phil exclaimed, before sitting across from us. "Hey guys!" Nicole greeted merrily. I noticed Jack eyeing her, before he greeted Phil.
"So, I was uh, watching the news last night and heard about an explosion on the east side.." Phil started, looking from Jack to me. "Hmm," Jack mused. "Said a guy was trapped in the building," Phil winked. "What a shame," I said sarcastically, making Phil chuckle. Nicole gave me a blank stare. "Leave it to Jack, and he'll get the job done," Phil beamed. "Now, I don't wanna take allll the credit here," Jack said, looking over to me. Phil laughed a little, staring at me also. "Like I said, you've got one hell of a woman there, Jack," Phil stated. Nicole, for the first time, looked a little jealous.
Bear came back, and sat at the table next to us. He and Phil exchanged nods.
"Well, Jack, I'm gonna get down to business. I need you to do a job for me." Phil said, leaning towards us. Jack took a sip of my drink then sat back, putting an arm around me. "What kind of job?" Jack asked. "Well, I think one of my associates is stealing from me. I need someone to go, um, undercover and find out who's cleaning me out," He explained. Jack appeared to be in thought, as he stared towards the bar. "We can discuss the details in private later," Phil said, before sending Nicole to get him a drink. "You guys want anything?" Phil asked me and Jack. Jack waved his hand and I declined as well.
"When do you want this done?" Jack asked. Phil stared at him for a brief second before speaking. "Tomorrow night."
Sorry this chapter was so short. I haven't really been myself lately, and it took me a while to write this bit. I felt like I owed it to both myself and you guys to at least put this up. Don't you worry, I've been thinking up more ideas while I took that little break...enjoy! Reviews are appreciated!(Even though I kind of don't deserve any!)