Read Online The Con by Justine Elvira - Free Book Online

Jagger stroll outside. He's in his regular attire
of jeans and a basic t-shirt, and it's like I'm fifteen all over
again and the butterflies that have erupted in my stomach have
flown south, awakening the pulse between my legs.
    His eyes wander over my body in what I'm
sure is an innocent appraisal, and I stand up straighter, arching
my back to stand more confidently under his watchful eye. When his
beautifully distinctive eyes land on mine, the smoldering glare he
gives me makes my nipples harden, my breasts heavy with lust. I rub
my thighs together to stop the tingling sensation stirring
below.
    How is he able to do this to me with just
one look?
    He stands in front of Dougy so confidently.
His arms crossed in front of his chest showcasing his lean biceps.
He still smokes because there's a cigarette tucked behind his ear.
He looks over at Dougy before looking back at me, but it's like
he's looking right through me now, no longer letting the
electricity between us get in the way.
    It's not fair. He gets me all wound up just
by being here and looking at me the way he does, but then he turns
it off, and I'm left having to deal with the state he's left my
body in–taking care of it at home with my vibrator.
    "What's up, Thirty-D?" He's concentrating on
Dougy now.
    "I've a–" Dougy looks over at me before
continuing. "Ronnie, go wait in the truck while I talk to
Jagger."
    Jagger's eyes flicker back and forth between
us as he smirks, laughing under his breath. "Yeah... Ronnie..." He
drags out the last syllable of my name. He's never used my real
name before. He's always called me twinkle toes. "Listen to your
man and go wait in the truck like a good little girl."
    The disdain in his voice is evident and his
condescending words piss me off. I can feel the temperature inside
me rising, and this time it's not from desire. I'm like a teapot
about to blow my whistle. My hands clench in fists at my sides as I
take a step forward, ready to confront him.
    Dougy steps in front of me, blocking my view
of Jagger. "I said, get in the truck." His voice is low and
demanding... and a little scary.
    I look up at him stunned, before turning
around and storming over to the truck, ripping the passenger door
open and climbing in before slamming the door behind me. I know I
look like a child instead of the adult I've just recently become,
but I don't care. Dougy just spoke to me like I was a child so I
might as well act the part.
    The windows in the truck are rolled down so
I can hear the conversation between the two of them escalate from
whispering to shouting. Jagger is yelling and I swear I hear him
say my name. I can't make out anything else he's saying from this
far away but I can see him. His arms are crossed over his chest as
he leans into Dougy, continuing to rattle out in anger before
pointing over in my direction. I sit completely still in the truck,
hoping their little fight will end shortly.
    Their voices eventually taper down to the
way normal people speak and I can no longer hear anything. Dougy's
left hand digs into his front pocket and he hands a wad of cash
over to Jagger.
    Holy shit.
    Jagger counts it briefly in front of him
before shoving it in his back pocket, but he doesn't give Dougy
anything in return. They give each other one of those one-armed man
hugs and then Dougy's walking back over to the truck. Instead of
focusing on him, I look back over to the building where Jagger is
standing. He hasn't moved away from the front door. His eyes are
focused intently on the truck... on me.
    I should look away, but I don't. Jagger just
has something that's always drawn me to him and made him completely
irresistible to me, even when I should be paying attention to my
boyfriend. It's hypnotizing and I know it's not just a part of my
imagination. He feels it, too.
    The truck begins to move and I'm jolted
forward in my seat, breaking my trance and bringing my focus back
to where I am and the person sitting next to me.
    "Hold on, Dougy. I'm