Beware of Me

by Brooks Limits

  Beware of Me

  Copyright 2018

  All Rights Reserved.

  Disclaimer: This ebook is a work of fiction. Any resemblance characters in this story may have to real people is coincidental.

  No section of this book may be copied or reproduced without the author's permission.

  Description

  George picks up a hot hitchhiker on his way home that turns out to be escaped convict, Michael Miller.

  Michael needs to find a way out of the country and George might be the only answer.

  Author's Note: This insta-love romance between George and Michael has heat that's off the charts.

  Beware of Me

  Chapter One

  Northern California, 1947

  The wind ripped through my short dark hair as I drove my green Buick convertible. There wasn't a cloud in the sky as my car curved over the winding roads. I adjusted my sunglasses and searched the sides of the road.

  “Where could he be?” I said aloud.

  I turned the dial for the radio.

  A stiff male voice came out of the speakers. “This is a flash bulletin. Michael Miller, the killer of three men, has escaped from Folsom. Short brown hair and a snake tattoo down his left arm. He was last seen headed south on route 60. If you see anything...”

  I flipped off the radio. No new updates.

  I was about to give up and concede that the radio got the information wrong. He must be hiding or gone down another road.

  I zoomed past a car that looked like it was broken down on the side of the road. I didn't see any driver though.

  I did a u-turn, crossing the dirt divide and going back the way I came. I pulled off to the side and walked over to the deserted car.

  No signs of anybody. The car probably broke down and they had to walk to the nearest gas station.

  I heard some rustling in the green bushes. I sneaked past the car and sweeped the bushes out of the way. A guy was dragging an unconscious man across the dirt floor. The man on the ground had a bloody lip. Probably got knocked out.

  The guy doing the dragging looked up at me and froze. I recognized him instantly: Michael Miller. There was no mistaking his big nose, stone chin, and short brown hair. He wore a nice suit jacket that he had stripped off the man and it covered his arms. The snake tattoo would give him away to anybody with half a brain.

  He was trying to decide whether to run or not.

  “I'm here for you, Michael Miller. I've got a car.”

  “What do I need you for? I just knocked out this guy to get a car.” He continued pulling the man further out of sight.

  “The police are already crawling all over this highway and every back road. You're only going to make it out of here if I hide you. There's a large blanket in the backseat that you can cover yourself with.”

  Michael dropped the man onto the ground. “Then what are we waiting for? Let's get going.”

  I smiled and led him back to my car. My plan was working perfectly. I put the top back up on the convertible while Michael lay down in the backseat and draped the heavy blanket over himself.

  I started the car and turned around, driving the way I was originally going. I checked the rear-view mirror for any cops but the road was deserted. It was clear ahead too.

  “What's your name?” Michael asked from under the blanket.

  “George.”

  “Who are you connected with?”

  “Nobody,” I replied.

  “Big Johnny? Sal Two Times? Who sent you to pick me up?”

  “I was just driving down the road.”

  Michael laughed. “You want me to believe that? You just so happened to stop by that car and you just so happened to know who I was.”

  “I thought the driver might need a ride to the gas station. I was trying to do the right thing,” I replied. I checked the side mirror and there was a car on my left but not police.

  “And how did you know who I was?”

  “I remember seeing your picture in the paper a few years back. I have a really good memory for faces.”

  “Then you know what I did. Why are you helping me?

  I put my finger to my lips. “Shh. We're coming to a bridge. There's some bike cops and a roadblock. Keep calm, I'll take care of this.”

  I rolled down my window as my car rolled up to the cop. “Did I do something wrong, officer?”

  “Not yet,” he replied. “Show me your identification.”

  I pulled out my card from my coat pocket and handed it to him with a smile. He looked at it and then at my face. “You got something back there?” he asked, pointing to my backseat.

  “Just a blanket, you're welcome to check it.” My heart was beating through my chest. I wouldn't be able to get out of this with a smile if they found Michael in my car.

  “Won't be necessary. Have a good day, sir.” He waved me through the roadblock.

  I kept my eyes glued to the rear-view mirror to make sure I wasn't being followed by a motorcycle cop. “We're in the clear now. You can breathe.”

  “How were you so sure he wasn't going to check the blanket?” Michael asked.

  “I wasn't.”

  Chapter Two

  We made it to my apartment building without any other incidents. I parked the car near the sidewalk. It was the closest spot to the entrance.

  “We have one more hurdle to get over,” I told Michael. “I can't let any of my neighbors see you with me. They'll know something is up. I'm going to walk into the building first. My apartment is up the stairs, second floor, the third door on the right. 211.”

  “211,” Michael repeated.

  “Count to twenty and then come up. Walk fast but don't run. I'll leave the door unlocked. If you see anybody, walk right past my door. There's another set of stairs that lead out the back exit. Take those and do a loop around.”

  “Got it.”

  “Here we go.” I opened my door and walked at a brisk pace to my building. I entered through the door and didn't see anybody. I ascended the stairs and the door to 209 opened.

  Old lady Mrs. Peabody peeked her head out. “Oh George! You're home. I was wondering if you can watch Billy tonight?”

  I cursed silently to myself. If I couldn't ditch her without suspicion then this whole thing would get wrecked. “I'm sorry, Mrs. Peabody but I can't tonight. I already have plans.”

  I looked down at the front door of the building. I didn't see Michael yet. I started to walk towards my apartment with my key out.

  “That's a shame. What about tomorrow night?” she asked.

  I put my key in the lock and turned. “I'll have to check my calendar. Can you ask me again tomorrow?”

  “Sure. Of course,” she replied, closing the door.

  I let out a sigh of relief and closed the door behind me. I made sure to keep it unlocked. I looked around my apartment and realized it was a mess. Why didn't I clean it more before I left?

  I quickly straightened up the couch pillows and the papers on the coffee table. I watched the door, waiting for Michael. Where was he?

  Did he not know how to count to twenty?

  I counted myself, tapping my foot on the ground.

  The door quietly opened and Michael slipped in. He shut the door without a sound and locked it.

  My heart began to calm down. “Did you have to loop around?” I asked.

  Michael shook his head. “I saw you talking with a neighbor and I stayed outside until she shut her door.”

  “And nobody outside saw you?”

  “Nobody,” Michael replied.

  “Now that the hard part is out of the way, would you like a drink?”

  “I haven't had a drink in five years. I'd kill for one.”

  “Bad choice of words,” I said. “What
do you drink?”

  “Well you're drinking with a convicted killer so I think they were the right words. I'll take a scotch.”

  I opened the bar and took out two glasses and a bottle of scotch. “I know you didn't kill those men, Michael.” I poured the scotch and handed the drink to Michael.

  He took a sip and moaned with his eyes closed. “I've been waiting to taste that for years.” He took a seat on my white couch with his drink. “And how do you know I didn't kill them?”

  I sat down on red bricks of my fireplace. “Because I was at your trial.”

  His eyes stared me down. He was trying to see if he remembered me or not. When his eyes lit up. I knew he did. I always made an impression. Whether I wanted to or not.

  “You were the man with the dark sunglasses. You were there every day of my trial.”

  “And I knew that the witness they had against you was a phony. If it wasn't for him, there was no way the jury could convict you without any evidence.”

  Michael sat further into the couch. “You know your stuff, George. Since you know so much about me, all that about being in the right place at the right time was all baloney.”

  I blushed. “I heard what happened on the radio and thought that I had just as good of a chance to find you as a cop would. Turns out I was right.”

  Michael swirled the liquid in his glass. “I appreciate everything you've done for me. What's next?”

  “Well, I'm going to have to get you new clothes. That man you took the coat from will have no doubt told the police about it. They'll be on the lookout for your description. What were you going to do once you got free and clear?”

  “Mexico was at the top of my list. There's a man I know that can get me through the border if I can just get down to Arizona.”

  I watched this devilishly handsome man on my couch and couldn't believe it was the legitimate Michael Miller. I'd dreamed of this day for five long years. I stood up and set my drink down on the coffee table. I better get you some clothes right away. Will you be all right here?”

  “I'll be fine. Don't you need my jacket and pant sizes?”

  I squinted my eyes and studied his figure. He was bigger than at the trial. More built. He had all the time in the world to work out. “Nope, I've got it.”

  Chapter Three

  I returned to my apartment with new pants, a pin-striped suit jacket, and a new hat. “I got your stuff here, Michael,” I announced. I made sure the door was locked after I closed it.

  He wasn't in the living room. I walked into my bedroom and found Michael sitting on my bed, paging through my news clippings of his arrest and trial.

  “You collected everything,” Michael said, combing over an article about him getting twenty-to-life.

  I took the book from his hands and closed it. “It was a very interesting trial. Here are the clothes I got for you. The bathroom is right there.” I pointed behind him.

  Michael sat there and smiled at me. He knew it wasn't just a slight fancy I had about the trial. It was all about him.

  “I'll go try this on,” he said, snatching the clothes and bringing them into the bathroom.

  “I'll be in the living room with a drink,” I said.

  I went out and poured myself a scotch. The alcohol burned so good down my throat. My body was all tense and I needed to relax. But it was impossible with Michael around. It wasn't from the dangerous situation we were in. It was the man himself.

  Ever since I saw him in the papers after his arrest, I knew there was something special about him. I dreamed every night about him. I even moved across the state to be close to the prison. I knew he wouldn't be able to stay in that cell forever.

  Not my Michael. He'd find a way out.

  And he did.

  Michael walked out of my bedroom wearing the new suit and pants. He held the hat in his hand. “What do you think?” he asked, spinning around.

  “You look like a new man. When can we leave for Mexico?”

  “We?” Michael replied. “I don't think you know what you're getting into, George. It won't be easy. The police are going to be all over the place. This most likely ends up with me back in slammer. I can't risk taking you with me.

  I jumped into his arms. He was so strong. I wanted to melt in his embrace. “You have to take me with you. I've been waiting for this my entire life.”

  “I can't do it,” he said.

  This was my only chance, I had to go for it. I kissed him, pressing my lips against his. He resisted me for only a split second. Michael gave in like I knew he would. He hadn't been kissed in years.

  His hands moved down my back and pulled me deeper into the kiss. His tongue entered my mouth and flicked my own tongue. I moaned and felt weak in the knees. I could barely hold myself up.

  Michael led me into the bedroom. I sat down on the edge of the bed while he loosened up his tie. “You know I haven't been with a man in five years.”

  I nodded, biting my bottom lip. I watched him undress, taking his suit jacket off and then his shirt and pants. I was mesmerized by his snake tattoo on his arm. I'd seen pictures of it but never in person. All throughout the trial he had it covered up. It looked so terrifying...and exciting. The sight of his shirtless chest made me shudder.

  “I might not be able to control myself with you. It might get a little rough,” Michael said, slowly stepping towards the bed.

  “You can do whatever you want to me, Michael. I'm all yours.”

  “We need to get you out of that suit first.”

  I got up and stood before him. Michael undid the black belt around my waist. My chest was heaving up and down as his fingers grazed against me. He lifted my beige suit jacket off and I let my pants fall to the ground. I pulled my shirt off until my white boxers were the only thing left.

  “You were worth the wait,” he said, his eyes drinking me in. Michael threw himself at me, knocking me back onto the bed. His lips were unrelenting, kissing my mouth, my neck, my shoulders. He couldn't stop himself.

  “It feels so good, Michael,” I cried out.

  His hand felt up my stiffness. He didn't like that I still had my underwear on. He grabbed the waistband and pulled until they snapped off.

  His eyes were filled with desire. He wanted me more than life itself. Michael's hand reached down and stroked my hard member.

  I basked in the pleasure and passion. I peeled down his boxers to uncover his enormous cock. He was way too big. It was ungodly how huge he was. There was no way it could be natural.

  Michael flipped me over and mounted me, his hardness only inches away from my tight opening. I could feel his tip knocking at my door.

  I howled as he entered me. The sensation was indescribable. His cock tore through me, stretching me far and wide. He pushed so deep that I thought I was going to explode.

  “You're so big,” I yelled.

  Michael filled me up until his hips met my ass. His cock was completely buried in me.

  Chapter Four

  Michael slammed into me, cramming every inch of his thickness inside me. “I'm close,” I howled.

  “Come around me,” Michael ordered, his hips rocking back and forth.

  All the sound in the room turned off as I found my release. I couldn't even hear myself scream as I came so hard. I drew blood when I bit my lip.

  Michael pulled out and I thought it was already over.

  I looked behind me to see Michael grab a hold of my hips and sink his long cock into me again.

  “You're so fucking tight, George.” His hips hammered into my ass, pounding me into submission. I'd never been fucked so hard before. So rough that it almost hurt.

  “I'm close again, Michael. I want to feel your cum inside me. Don't leave me.”

  Michael groaned and burst within me, spraying his warm seed deep in my eager hole. I couldn't handle the pleasure and my orgasm took over me, sending my body into spasms. Michael continued to pump in and out of me until he was empty and I was overflowing with cum.

&n
bsp; He collapsed next to me, our limbs entangled together. “That was so much better than I ever dreamed,” I said, trying to take in more oxygen.

  “I never had ass like that even before I was put away. It's like you were made for me,” he replied.