Page 17 of Falling for a Killer

Scratching my head, I release a deep breath and accept my fate. “Do you think anyone would recognize you?”

“No. I don’t usually leave when I come here, so unless the same people are working who checked me out a week ago, no one will notice me.” She pushes her food around with her fork, squinting at her plate. “And even if they do, it’s not like they’ll automatically assume I’m shopping with a fugitive.”

“Fair.” Goddamn, she’s beautiful. I think I hate it. “You’re going to have to fake date me. You know that, right?”

“What exactly do you think happens in grocery stores?”

“People walk around and get groceries,” I deadpan. “I was meaning like hold my hand or not look like you want to run if I put my arm around you. I’m trusting you here, but that doesn’t mean I don’t have anxiety about it.”

Or that I don’t need a little comfort sometimes. Fuck, that’s pathetic. Glad I didn’t say it out loud.

“Right. Okay,” she agrees softly. “I will hold your hand and be cool if you put your arm around me. When do you want to go?”

“You said we had until Sunday? How about tomorrow evening? Older people shop in the mornings and they’re the ones that watch the news.”

“Good point.” She nods and goes back to eating, throwing us back into the same silence I’ve been dealing with all week. She’s nice enough, but only when I talk to her first.

Guess it’s time to fuck with her for some attention. Who even am I anymore?

“You sure you can pretend you’re into me? I don’t know, someone might call 911 if you look like you’re a captive that wants to bolt.”

“Seriously?” She looks up, licking her lips. “You don’t think I can?”

“I don’t know. I think you’re gonna be all stiff and look like you’ve never even kissed me.”

Roo rolls her eyes as she stands up and holds out her hand, transforming into an entirely different person as she smiles at me. “Come on, baby. I can’t survive off of your meat alone.”

It feels too good not to play along. Standing, I move over and crowd her space, backing her up against the counter without breaking our gazes and she plays along without missing a beat.Her slender hand slides up my cheek and rests there as she meets my eyes. “We’re in public, baby. Behave.”

“How could I when you look like this?”

I fully take advantage and catch her in a messy kiss, one she reciprocates with a soft moan until ultimately pulling back with flushed cheeks. “See?” she huffs, chest rising and falling rapidly. “I can handle it.”

I need more. I lean in again for just that, but when she backs up an inch, I take the hint. That was just practice. “Can we practice one more time before we walk in? Just to loosen you up?”

It’s clear from the look on her face that she’s not buying my shit, but she nods anyway. “Sure.”

This is going to be harder than I thought.

Backing away, I let her see how hard I am from just one kiss and then press down on it when I turn away. “Can I borrow your room?”

“Yeah. I was thinking when we go out, we could get you some new sheets and you could move into the other room. The couch won’t be comfortable for long.”

I’ve mostly stayed on the couch to watch the door, but I really only started that when she got here. “That sounds good, yeah.” I’d have somewhere to jack off that isn’t the shower. “You need anything out of there before I go in? I won’t take long.”

Her eyes drop to my crotch. “No, I don’t need anything. Take your time.”

It feels a lot like rejection, but I’m not surprised. She’s made it clear where she stands.

As much as it stings, I can’t pass up an opportunity to jack off in here. It’s a good thing she didn’t try and ask me why I wanted to come in her room versus all the others because I didn’t have an answer. Or I guess I did have an answer, but it wouldn’t be one that she’d like.

I want to smell your dirty panties while I comedoesn’t seem like something she’d want to hear while she’s pretending she doesn’t want to fuck me, but I decide then and there that if she asks me after the fact, I’m just going to be honest. She can slap me if she wants.

It doesn’t take long for me to find her laundry, and in seconds I have her panties pressed against my face and I’m struggling to get my cock out.

She smells so damn good I leak enough precome to spread along my shaft, then begin stroking myself like this is the last orgasm I’ll ever have. As soon as she sees the mess I make in here there’s no way she’ll let me in here again, so I vow to make the most of the time I have... and maybe sneak in here every so often to snatch a pair becausefuuuck. I’m throbbing.

I imagine how it felt when she was riding me on the kitchen floor. The way she looked at me and clenched her dripping pussy around my cock like there wasn’t anywhere else she wanted to be. I know I didn’t imagine it. She felt what I felt and I don’t just mean the best sex of her life, I mean all of it.

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