Kiss and Don't Tell(95)

Pacey looks out the window and then laughs. “Maybe we just spiced up the grandma’s life. You never know.”

“If that’s the case, should I shout out the window that you like your balls played with while your cock is pulsing against my throat?”

Pacey’s hands grip the steering wheel as he looks out the window. “Go ahead, make me hard, see where that gets you when it comes to fleeing the scene. My cock is going to bump into this steering wheel, making it impossible to get out of here properly.”

“Your dick is big, Pacey, but not that big.”

His eyes shoot to mine and I chuckle. “You don’t think my dick could get in the way of this steering wheel?”

“That wasn’t a challenge. Please don’t attempt to get yourself hard outside my uncle’s house to prove a point.”

“I don’t know . . . I think getting my dick up while you’re stealing a trophy adds to the low-budget comedy we’re starring in here. Everyone loves a good slapstick comedy, and that can easily be accomplished with a hard dick.” He pretends to swat at his crotch. “Oh fuck, I’m too hard to steer. This dick is in the way.”

I stare at him, wondering where this side of Pacey is coming from. “Starting to get more comfortable with me?” I ask and motion to him with one of my fingers. “Is that why you’re acting like a fool?”

“You know, once you lick someone’s asshole, there’s no more holding back.”

My eyes widen. “Pacey Lawes. Do not talk about that. Oh my God.”

He laughs out loud. “I’m guessing you don’t want to talk about how much you liked it either.”

I pinch the bridge of my nose. “You realize the more you tease me, the more your chances of peeling off my clothes later are diminishing.”

He chuckles lightly and leans in to press a soft kiss to my neck. “I’m confident in my ability to make it up to you.” He kisses me again, and damn it, he’s right. Just those two kisses and I’m already inclined to forget everything he said. “Shall we get on with this heist?”

“Yes.” I place my hands in my lap. “I’m ready.”

Pacey starts the car and puts it in drive. “Where am I going?”

I glance down at the directions I wrote out and say, “Turn right at Oak, and then it should be the third house on the right.”

“Okay.” He eases the car down the road. “Before you go in there, I want you to know that I think you’re completely insane.” He glances at me. “But you’re also a fucking badass, and I think your mom would be really proud of you.”

“Thank you.” I reach over and grab his hand, looking for comfort. “Just be ready, because if I hightail it out of there, yelling and screaming, we have to fly.”

“I got you, babe.”





I glance back at Pacey, who’s sitting in the car, encouraging me with a smile as he dips his head so I can see him. With a deep breath, I turn toward the front door of a modest, blue bungalow and without giving it a second thought, I ring the doorbell. Luckily, my uncle RJ hasn’t graduated to the twenty-first century yet and doesn’t have a camera in his doorbell. That bodes well for when I bolt out the door.

Also noted, no screen door to have to fumble with.

No stairs either.

Or cracks in the sidewalk.

It should be—should be being the key phrase—an easy exit.

Footsteps approach, and a bout of nerves hits me all at once, triggering my flight instincts. My feet itch to sprint back to the car, but then I think about my mom and what she would do. If she were in this situation, taking on this adventure, she’d see it through. Despite how awful she was at things, she always saw them through.

That’s exactly what I’m going to do. I’m going to see it through.

The door opens and a man in his fifties stands on the other side. With long, gray hair and a matching beard, he looks as though he belongs in the mountains. The only resemblance to my mom is his blue eyes, the same color eyes I have as well.

He adjusts the glasses that rest on the tip of his nose and says, “No solicitors.”

He goes to shut the door, but before panic can consume me, I put my hand out and stop the door, surprising him. “I’m not a solicitor,” I say quickly. “I’m your niece, Winnie Berlin.”

His eyes widen in shock before they soften. “Winnie.” He clears his throat. “I, uh, I wasn’t expecting you.”

Duh.

“I know. I was in the area and thought I would just pop on by.” I twist my hands together. “Think I could come in, maybe chat?”

He looks behind him and then back at me. “Uh, of course.” He steps to the side and lets me into the house. I stand in the entryway, not wanting to go too far in without an invitation, but I allow my eyes to roam the quaint dwelling. The entryway connects with the living room, which opens up to the kitchen and a small dining room off to the right. The house is stark white, sparsely decorated with a few pictures of mountains, and the furniture looks at least twenty years old. It isn’t very homey nor welcoming.

When Uncle RJ shuts the door and moves into the living room, he scratches the back of his head, his brow knitted in confusion. “I’m sorry, I’m a little taken aback because I never in a million years expected you to show up at my door.”