Page 34 of Burn For Me

She reached out and grabbed my hand that was holding onto the stick shift.

“I understand your pain. That’s all that needs to be said. Now you can choose to kill me to keep me quiet if you wish, or we can go get some fruit, and I’ll make a fresh peach pie. I’ve had a real hankering for one of those.”

Dora gave me a smile and then clutched her purse in her lap. I had no idea what to do or say. On one hand, it was dangerous for anyone to know who I was and where I was hiding, but Dora had weeks to turn me in and hadn’t done it. Instead, she fed me, gave me this truck, allowed me to use her car, and gave me a freaking platinum credit card. She had to know that the shit I was purchasing wasn’t for the farm, yet she played along.

Glancing at her, I was seeing her through an entirely different lens.

Putting the truck into gear, I slowly drove down the driveway, and as I turned in the direction of the farmer’s market, I made the decision to let the old woman live. It could be a decision that might come back to bite me in the ass, but I had to give her credit. She was a fuck load smarter and clever than I’d realized. Plus, there were many benefits to having someone like that in your corner.

“Thanks, Dora,” I said as we got to the main drag. Those grey eyes found mine, and she smiled and nodded.

“No need to thank me. I’m thinking that I’ll also get some apples and do an apple crumble later in the week.” She looked out the side window as she spoke next. “That was Rupert’s favorite. I’d make it every Sunday for him.”

The moment I chose to let Dora live, a sense of calm washed over me. Since escaping my small shoebox of hell, everything had come easy. It was like something bigger than myself was guiding my hand and helping me, and it was that little voice said to let her live.

My gaze flicked to the older woman as she hummed to the tune on the old radio. Maybe Adalyn had guided my hand to this woman for more than a few meals and a truck.

As soon as we arrived, I helped Dora get set up with a small scooter which she thought was fantastic, and took off like she was driving in a Nascar race. Grabbing a large basket, I wandered away from the areas with lots of people, weaving my way through the endless rows of trees that held bright plump fruit, ready for the taking. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, a small smile curling up the corner of my mouth.

Adalyn always smelt like sweet citrus.

“What are you doing,” she whispered as I sat on the simple bed and let her take my vitals. I leaned forward again and drew in a deep breath taking her scent into my body, and could almost taste how sweet her skin would be on my tongue.

“You smell fabulous. I could eat you up,” I whispered low so the orderly keeping guard outside the door couldn’t hear. Adalyn blushed, a soft pink spreading across her cheeks.

“I’d like that,” she said and looked over her shoulder before leaning in, so her mouth hovered near my ear. “I’ll come back later.”

She placed a brief kiss on my cheek, but it had the same effect as if she’d grabbed my cock because it now stood at attention. Thoughts of her sneaking into my room were running rampant in my mind. I was extra well behaved in the session that day, the thought of Adalyn keeping me from trying to leap across the desk and rip out the throat of the doctor.

My eyes stayed closed as I feigned sleep with the sound of the door, much later than I anticipated. The lights were off, so the only light in the room came from the soft glow of the square window built into the door. It could be Jim and his fucker friends coming to teach me another lesson, or it was Adalyn. The problem with Jim and his friends was there was nothing that they could do that hadn’t already been done to me by a man much worse than they could ever aspire to be.

“You awake?” Came the whispered question.

“For you, always.” I sat up and smiled at the sound of Adalyn’s voice.

“You still want to eat me up?” Her voice was breathy, the sexual innuendo loud and clear. My body flushed hot with just the thought of her touching me.

“You’re so bad,” I groaned and rubbed at my hard cock that was tenting my flimsy pants. I stood up.

“Bunch up your blanket and put the pillow under like you’re sleeping. They can’t see well in here, but it will look like you’re curled up on your side if they check with a flashlight.”Adalyn helped with the simple task, and I looked up just as the scrub pants she was wearing fell to the floor. My mouth dropped open as I stared at her naked flesh. Even in the darkened room, I could easily make out her pale legs and her hand disappearing between her legs as she rubbed at herself. “Come here.”

Adalyn held out her hand for me to take, and my brain finally started working again. My hands shook as I reached for her hips, and a deep sigh left my lips as I touched her for the first time. She was so beautiful, and I had no idea what she saw in my black soul and scarred face, but I felt different when I was near her.

“Kiss me.” Complying immediately, I dropped my head and captured her lips—lips that I’d fantasized about since she started working here. The rabid animal that was locked up inside my chest broke free of its cage. With a groan, I pushed her into the wall and deepened the kiss, swallowing down the desire that was threatening to burn me up like a piece of kindling. Adalyn took my hand and put it between her open legs, and we both moaned as my fingers made contact with her wet pussy.

I’d never had sex before coming here. I knew what you were to do, I knew what my body wanted to do, but teenage girls were not into a guy that looked like me. They would flirt when they could only see half my face, but they would run away as soon as they saw the other half.

My fingers explored Adalyn’s softness, dipping into her body. She groaned as she shivered in my hold. Her feminine scent reached my nose and made the kiss between us frantic.

“Get on your knees,” she quietly commanded as she broke the kiss. Lowering myself to the floor, I lifted the end of her top so I could admire the delicious-looking pussy up close.

“Have you eaten one before,” Adalyn asked. I was embarrassed to say no, but I shook my head back and forth. “Good, I want to be your first.”

The initial trepidation vanished with those few little words. Smiling, she stepped wider apart.

“Eat me like I’m your favorite dessert until I come on your face. And trust me, you’ll know what I like,” she said as if ready my mind.

Not holding back, I dove in with a feverish rush. Adalyn gasped as my tongue tasted pussy for the first time. Instinct and her soft moans of pleasure guided me as my tongue slipped in and out of her sweet spot. I swirled my tongue around, wanting every last drop of what she offered me, but I needed a better angle. Adalyn gasped and made little disappointed noise that had me smirking. So, I stopped and leaned up against the wall.