Explaining things to the guys was about as entertaining as being beaten over the head with an elephant. Bobby had launched into a tirade about women and business, which I ignored fully. Angel and Jerry took a different approach. They wanted to see the bill of sale and the title to the car. I had brought the bill with me, but the title was a whole other matter. I couldn't give that to them; it could get an innocent man killed.

"I don't have the title."

Bobby finally shut up. Jack, Jerry, and Angel looked at me. Eventually Jerry spoke, "what do you mean you don't have the title?"

I shifted in my seat a little, "When I went down to the DMV to have it changed into my name they told me it would take a while and they would just mail it back to me."

It could have been true. With all the gangs in Detroit someone had to paying off government employees at the department of motor vehicles. They boys knew this just as well as I did, and they began to bounce theories off one another. Names and places I had never heard of bantered around the conversation. Ultimately they decided not to do anything about it. No harm, no foul, and all that. During my interrogation Jack had been firmly by my side. It was refreshing to see a man who would stand beside someone despite how stupidly they acted. Jackie sure was one of a kind.

They boys eventually started going to their rooms, and Jerry headed home until it was just me and Jack sitting there. For once I didn't know what to do or say. What could I say to the man who was doing his best to keep me safe? It was a feeling I wasn't used to. Finally I couldn't take the silence anymore.

"I guess our date was a bust, huh?"

Jackie chuckled and turned to face me, "I didn't know that you were thinking of it as a date."

I grinned slowly, "What else would it be Jack?"

He smiled back and turned his head away from me, "I suppose you're right. By the way you never did give me my reward."

"You never did tell me what you wanted."

He leaned in until our faces were inches apart, "I thought it was pretty obvious." I could feel his breath on my lips, and I was about to assure him that it was obvious and mutual when we heard a discreet cough.

We both glanced up and saw Bobby in his pajamas just a few feet away from us. "I know you guys weren't planning on making out on the couch. Damn it Kylie, you've got a whole house to pollute with the fairy here and you're trying to swap spit in my home?"

Just then we heard loud moaning from upstairs and the distinct sound of a headboard banging against a wall. Apparently Angel had succeeded in sneaking "La Vida Loca" into his room. Bobby just growled and turned toward Jack, "You're staying with her tonight. I'm gonna go sort this out." With that he headed back up the stairs.

I turned back to Jack; "I guess you're with me tonight stud."

He just grinned like the Cheshire cat and stood up, taking me with him; "I don't have a problem with that."

We headed over to my house where the lock worked perfectly, thanks to Jack's engineering skills. We tossed our jackets over the backs of my chairs and sat on the couch. I reached for the remote and turned the television on. Then I tossed the remote to Jack and stood up, "Do you want anything to eat or drink?"

His focus was on channel surfing so the only response I could get out of him was, "Yeah."

Thank goodness that he's a typical guy in some respects. I headed into the kitchen and began digging through the refrigerator. I found a couple of cokes, a six-pack of Corona, pizza, and an ounce of plastic explosives. Whoops, I'd have to get rid of that soon, or at least get it out of my kitchen. I pulled all of the edible stuff out and sat it on the counter. "Jack, I've got beer, coke, and pizza," I yelled over my shoulder in the general direction of the living room.

"Why so loud," his deep voice breathed into my ear. I couldn't believe that he had gotten the drop on me. Maybe I was going soft, or maybe he was making me soft. He was definitely turning me on. His arms wrapped around my waist and he tucked his chin in the space between my neck and shoulder.

"I hope that's a rhetorical question. Are you hungry?" I leaned back against him. I couldn't help it, he was so warm and inviting, and he smelled like lust.

"I am hungry, but not for pizza;" Jack started nibbling on my neck and ears. My heart rate increased tenfold. My reactions to him were as stimulating as the depths of his eyes and smile. I knew at that moment that I was lost. I kept trying to remind myself that I had a job to do, but then I thought, "Fuck it."

Apparently I didn't just think it; I must have said it out loud because Jack's reaction was…arousing.

He grabbed me by the hips and spun me around. When we were facing each other he backed me up against the counter. I was pinned between the proverbial rock and an impressive hard place. I raised up on my tiptoes and pressed my lips against his and the assault began.

Jack's hands worked their way under my butt and slowly lifted me up until I was sitting on the counter, face to face with the object of my desire. Our lips still connected I tried my hardest to get his shirt off. Unfortunately, it couldn't be done without stopping for a moment. With a frustrated moan Jack pulled away from me and I ripped his shirt off, almost tearing it in half. He looked surprised.

"I liked that shirt."

I pulled my own off and threw it on the floor next to his, "You can have mine." Then we were on each other again. His lips, mouth, and tongue explored my own with a fervor that was almost animalistic. I had already fallen in love with the tattoos on his chest and back. I was determined to memorize each and every one, later. For now I was ready to get to the main event.

I pulled my mouth away from his and started working on his belt. It was easy enough to get off; the pants were a little harder, because of Jack. While I was working, he was kissing my neck and kneading my breasts with his palms. When he nipped my collarbone I almost went mad with lust. I was tugging and pulling at his zipper like a crazy woman, all the while moaning like a whore.

Jack chuckled at the urgency in my movements, and decided to help me. We had just gotten his zipper all the way down when we heard a knock at my door. I just gave him a look that screamed, "Ignore it or die." He obviously agreed and our mouths connected again. My tongue ran along the line of his closed lips and they parted for me. The knocking continued, I slid my hand down into his boxers and grasped him firmly in my palm. He released a breath that was more like a hiss and unhooked my bra. Then, the asshole at the door discovered the doorbell and began pressing it incessantly. I rubbed my palm back and forth over little Jack and moaned. Jack had gotten my bra off and closed his mouth over one of my nipples. I was in heaven; I arched my back and rubbed myself against him in the most wanton ways.

"Are you idiots gonna open the door?"

Jack pulled his head away from my chest, looked toward the door and groaned. I recognized it too, that was Bobby's voice. I was going to kill him. I knew I wouldn't be able to convince Jack to leave his big brother out in the cold. I just sighed and rezipped his pants. He looked at me with those puppy dog eyes, and I motioned for him to go. While he headed out to get the door I got dressed.

Bobby would have to go. I was determined on that count. His interruptions had left me sexually frustrated and a bit deranged. He would have to go.

"Hey Kylie, do you have a rule about not answering the door fully dressed or something? Jack just opened it…"

Bobby was standing in the kitchen door staring at me. Not missing a beat I pulled my shirt over my head, "Something like that."

Bobby had the good sense to look embarrassed, "Did I interrupt something?"

"You could say that;" Jack brushed past him to pick up his shirt off the floor. We were both breathing a little faster than usual, and Jack was walking funny. It was pretty obvious what we had been doing.

Bobby threw his hands up in the air and rolled his eyes heavenward, "Am I the only one not getting laid around here?"

"Do you want some pizza?" I thought I could shut him up with food and whisk Jack away for sex while the idiot was distracted.

"Kylie, I'm talking about booty and you're offering me pizza. Why don't you drop Jackie and take on a real man, like me?"

I knew he was only joking, but it still rubbed me the wrong way, "I would, but I don't like 'em big and dumb."

"That's alright, I don't like girls who look like little boys. Maybe that's why Jackie likes you so much."

I just smirked at him, "If you don't want me, why'd you ask?"

I brushed past him on my way out of the kitchen, and headed for my bedroom. Perhaps a good night's sleep would help with my current moodiness. There might be hope for a brief sexual encounter on the morrow. I fell asleep listening to Jack and Bobby argue about hockey teams and homosexuality.