One Wild Night by Jessie Evans Read Free Book Online Page B

throw this out the window, I want everything in one bag.
I’ll wipe your prints off the jewelry before I put it in.”
    Caitlin reaches into her front pocket,
pulling out two nice watches and a pair of diamond studs before
moving on to her back pockets. By the time she’s done, my cupped
hand is overflowing and I’m estimating another grand has been added
to our stash.
    “These are good,” I say, wiping each piece
before dropping it into the bag. “You snagged quality stuff.”
    “Is it enough to pay the taxes?” she
mumbles. “That’s all I want to know.”
    “I won’t know for sure how much until I run
it through my fence in Charleston, but I’d say a grand, easy. Until
then, the cash from the safe should tide you over. I’ll drop it by
your place as soon as I check the serial numbers and make sure the
bills are clean.” I lean forward, seeing the muted lights of a city
bus stop glowing on the corner up ahead. “Pull over up there. I’ll
get out and take the bus.”
    “You’re not taking the bus,” she says. “I’ll
take you home.”
    “Pull over,” I insist. “The longer I stay in
the car, the better the chances of you getting caught with stolen
goods in your possession.”
    “So you’d rather have the stolen goods in your possession?” she asks, shooting me a narrow look. “You
do plan on dropping off my share, right?”
    “I plan on dropping off every penny,” I say.
“Now pull over.”
    “I’m not an idiot, Gabe.” She slows, pulling
to the side of the road beneath two ancient oak trees leaning over
the street and cutting the lights before she turns to me. “People
screw other people over. It’s the way the world works. My mother
took our grocery money with her when she left, and my sister took
my car and left me with a kid to raise. You can’t trust family with money, let alone some guy you barely know.”
    She straightens, lifting her chin and doing
her best to look down her nose at me. “So I’d like my cut of the
money now. Forty percent.”
    “You’ll get one hundred percent, once I make
sure the money is untraceable,” I say, making no move to hand over
the cash, needing her to know I’m not the type who follows orders.
From anyone. Even girls I like as much as I’m coming to like her.
“I have enough money to buy and sell your entire family. Twice.
Money doesn’t interest me, or have anything to do with what I want
from you.”
    Her glare intensifies but I can see
curiosity spark in her eyes. “So what do you want from me?
Everybody wants something”
    “I want to get naked with you,” I say,
capturing a strand of her silky hair and twining it around my
finger. “I want to taste your mouth and your skin and those inches
between your legs you were grinding against me tonight. I want to
hear you call my name when you come, and I want to see if you come
the way you dance.”
    Even in the dim light I can see her throat
work as she swallows. “I’m not a whore.”
    “I’m not asking you to be.” I lean closer,
tugging on my captive strand of hair, reeling her in. “We’ll fuck
because we enjoy it. Just like we enjoyed robbing that store
tonight.”
    “I didn’t enjoy it,” she says softly, so
close I can feel the air stir against my lips as she speaks. “I was
scared to death.”
    “Liar,” I whisper. “I bet you haven’t felt
that alive in years.”
    “You’re crazy,” she says, breath coming
faster as the tip of my nose brushes hers.
    “I bet your skin is still tingling all
over.”
    She makes a non-committal sound that becomes
a sexy little sigh as I press a kiss to her cheek.
    “And I bet if I slid my hand inside your
panties they’d be wet,” I whisper, biting back a groan as she
squirms in her seat, thighs squeezing together before spreading in
a silent invitation. “What do you think? Should I check?”
    “Fuck you,” she says.
    I decide to take that as a yes.
    I seal my lips over hers, moaning as I taste
her for the first time and find