Page 13 of It Takes a Thief
His brother Anson Dineyazzie, a Bent Zealot, had grown up in the projects. I just hoped he wouldn’t get to Anson before I got to Galileo.
I shrugged. “I guess. I just need a change, Ford. I love you, and of course I love my kids, but I want to get away for a few weeks and do some good somewhere.”
He nodded soberly. “I can see that. I completely get it, Maddy.” He sighed deeply, making the screaming skull ink draped over his shoulder shimmer. “You haven’t been happy lately. When are you leaving?”
I shrugged. I hadn’t gotten that far. I was half-hoping Ford would pitch a fit, demand that I stay, say that he needed me. But he was just acting like it was some slight inconvenience to him, like Jamba Juice was out of wheatgrass shots.
Then the inevitable question. “Who’s going to take Fidelia and Niko to schoo—”
“Sabrina said she would. Between her, June, and Bee, you’ll barely notice I’m gone.” Truer words were never spoken. Except if he needs me as arm candy to attend—
“Will you stick around long enough for the Policeman’s Ball? That’s October 22. We already lined up Tess to babysit because Speed’s not going and—”
That did it. I stood in such a rush I nearly lost my balance. To cover for it, I grabbed my drink and headed for the window. “Ford! God! Is that all I’m good for? Looking good draped over your arm?” Then I didn’t want to give him the chance to say “well, you don’t look that good,” so I stumbled on, twirling to face him. “Sometimes I just feel like I’m an object to you, that you don’t really care how I feel.”
Ford stood, and I don’t know if this was on purpose or what, but the towel around his waist dropped to the floor. And he made no effort to pick it up. He came toward me with open hands, his big dick swinging between his thighs. That this penis had tempted me to do things I knew were wrong—like stay in Pure and Easy as a subordinate robot to Mr. Illuminati. “Maddy, no. Not at all! You know how it is.”
I made a feeble attempt at removing his hands from my upper arms. “Yes, I know how it is. Work, work, work. That’s all it is. Why can’t you quit one or the other job? You can’t possibly keep doing both or you’ll drive yourself to Crazy Town! The definition of insanity…” It was the same old grind, I knew. And I wasn’t going to do that again.
“I know, I know.” He ran his hands up and down my arms as though jacking two even bigger dicks. “I’m trying to sort it out, Maddy. You know I can’t just leave the club—”
“Because it’s your life—”
“Because it’s my life, it’s my legacy, and it’s all I stand for.”
“You could do less at the construction business.”
“Not with this giant highway job we’re about to start.”
“Tuzigoot can handle it. He’s done highway jobs before.”
“He’s good, but he needs a project manager like me to run things while he does the day-to-day. He’s more hands on. I’m more—”
“Contract manager, I know, I know, but what about Duji?” I knew I was asking pointless questions, questions I’d asked a hundred times before.
“Duji’s semi-retired.”
“Gollywow. Wild Man.” Now I was grasping at straws.
“Too flaky. Listen, Maddy, let’s revisit this conversation after the job’s completed.”
“It’s always some job!” I stamped my foot like a kid and wrested myself from his grasp. “Once this is finished, there will be another. You can’t stay away. You’re a workaholic!” This gave him an opening to say, “and you’re an alcoholic,” so I chugged the rest of my drink in rebellion.
Ford did come up behind me as I stared petulantly at the vague martian forms that were the landscape outside my window. On full moon nights, it was astounding how many hills and valleys one could see, little windows punched through the sandstone, windows that held stars. I used to sleep in a canyon like this, warmed by some boy I barely knew. Now I had a big fancy Craftsman-style home that both my husband and I had worked hard for, and I wanted something else.
Ford nuzzled my neck. “I know. I know it must seem never-ending, mija.” It was no damned coincidence that his hot, velvety cock was pressed to the naked back of my thigh. In October, it was still punishingly hot in Pure and Easy, and I just wore a loose nightshirt with a giant bear on it. I’d gotten it in Sequoia National Forest where we’d gone on an actual trip a hundred years ago. “Winston told me you got upset at work the other day. I agree you need time off. I want you to come to the Policeman’s Ball because you know everyone. Everyone knows you. You have fun. I’ll bid on stuff for you.”
True, it was fun. We dined on lobster, danced to live music, and bid on ridiculous shit like Mexican cruises and signed football jerseys. It was all for a good cause—and to prevent the cops from getting all up in Ford’s business. But you know what? Suddenly it didn’t sound like that much fun. I wanted to move on with my life. And that meant the Rez.
I didn’t need to belabor it, though, because my decision was made. And Ford’s cock was forking in and out between my thighs, brushing against my outer lips. I did nothing to stop him. I even put my empty glass on the windowsill and gripped the sill invitingly. What the fuck? Why not one last sly, sideways fuck to remember him by? I spit into my hand and rubbed it on my pussy, joining it with my natural juices. I palmed his cockhead to get the maximum benefit, rubbing it against my clit, getting it slick against my slit.
“Okay,” I murmured. “You win a Mexican cruise and we both go on it. Not me and June like last time.”
He sucked in air between clenched teeth. “Yeah,” he said absently. He was dry-humping me, waiting for the stroke where I’d press his glans inside me.
I had to tippy-toe a couple inches for that. I continued to tantalize him. It felt better rubbing against my clit, anyway. If I went fast enough, I knew, I could bring both of us off this way, so I headed that direction. “You and me? Go on a cruise?” I asked breathlessly.
“Of course,” he grunted. He gripped my hips, manipulating them so I could sink down on his dick, and I fought him. I fought to remain virginal. I was evil, I knew. I wanted to see him helplessly lose it without even penetrating me.
