An idea occurred to him, and he sat for a moment, thinking it through.
He knew where the Madison woman lived, a small apartment building at one edge of town. He knew where she spent most nights and that she drove herself there. And he also knew that she would return to her own apartment when her lover, whichever one of those pretty boys she was fucking, went to work.
The restaurant was closed today. So she’d likely spend the day doing her errands. She’d be out and about in her car. Yeah, this could work.
He couldn’t use his own car, of course. So far, he’d been noticeable but didn’t stand out. What he was about to do would sure as hell stand out. Broad daylight. But if he used another vehicle, it would work.
He knew just where he could get that other vehicle, too. He’d have to hustle. No time for a shower and breakfast. He’d grab a coffee and donut at the coffee shop next door and be on his way.
Connors threw his few possessions into his duffle and vacated the room. Within ten minutes, he was approaching the mall he’d passed by each time he headed to Lusty.
A quick check of his watch told him the stores weren’t open yet. He pulled his car into a spot some distance from the entrance and proceeded to drink his coffee and eat his donut while he watched the mall’s employees arrive for work. Anyone noticing him would figure he was just scarfing down his breakfast before heading inside.
He met his own gaze in the mirror and checked that his disguise held out. He was going to be very glad when he could ditch the padding, wig, and mustache for good.
Returning his attention to the arrival of the employees or, more specifically, their vehicles, he finished his coffee. He picked, then discarded, a few candidates for what he had in mind.
Then he saw it, the perfect car. An older economy model, the vehicle wouldn’t possess any of the modern anti-theft devices so popular these days. The driver, a young woman, locked the vehicle by pressing down the inside button instead of with a fob. The car, a shit-brown Taurus, would be perfect. Not only would it not stand out, it was larger than the little hybrid the Madison woman drove.
Connors waited a bit longer until the flow of people and cars had eased. Inhaling deeply, he prepared himself to move. He’d gathered a few supplies, just in case. Grateful now that he had, he donned the latex gloves, then touched the lock pick he’d secreted in his pocket. His nerves steady, he set out.
Though he hadn’t actually done this for a few years, Wesley found he hadn’t lost his touch. He was inside the car in mere seconds. The vehicle was neat and clean inside. That spoke to the personality of its owner. As he’d predicted, no after-market security devices had been installed on this car.
God bless women and their simple little minds and trusting little souls.
The engine started on the first try. He grinned when he saw the car had a full tank of gas. Whistling to himself, he put the vehicle in gear, passed his own parked car, and headed back toward Lusty.
Chapter 15
Kelsey surfaced from a deep well of sleep to the sensation of a hard, naked cock pressed against her bare ass.
She smiled slowly, inhaled deeply, and recognized the scent of her lover. “Steven,” she said.
“Good morning, love.” He pressed his entire body close to her. His heat penetrated her skin, sinking into her very soul. Arousal and comfort intertwined, filled her, and she sighed in pleasure.
“What time is it?” She kept her voice to a whisper, not wanting words to overwhelm the sensations coursing through her.
“Early yet, not even eight.”
“Benny?”
“Still sound asleep. It was late when he finally settled down for the last time last night. I know kids need routines and all, but I vote we let him sleep for a while longer.”
“Oh yeah? How much longer would you suggest?” She couldn’t keep the seductively teasing tone out of her voice. Steven had begun to rub his cock against her. Her pussy was sopping wet, ready for him.
“Long enough.”
She felt his movements against her back. That, combined with the sound of foil tearing, told her what he was doing. Anticipation raced through her blood.
Steven leaned over her, moved her right leg forward, and worked his latex-covered cock between her thighs until he stroked the wet folds of her pussy.
“I was going to play with you until you were ready, but seems like I don’t have to.”
“Play with me anyway.”
His deep chuckle reverberated low in her belly, sending delicious tingles throughout her body. When he caressed her hair then took hold of it, pulling her head back, she tilted her neck for him. His lips, hot and hungry, fastened onto hers.
She opened to him, her tongue sliding and stroking his. He tasted of man and coffee, and the scent of the outdoors clung to him.