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 Robert. 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 Robert 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.
Robert 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,” Robert 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, Robert.” I poured the scotch and handed the drink to Robert.
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 on men. Whether I wanted to or not.
“You were the blonde with the 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.”
Robert sat further into the couch. “You know your stuff, Carol. 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.”
Robert 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 Robert 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, pin-striped suit jacket, and a new hat. “I got your stuff here, Robert,” 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 Robert sitting on my bed, paging through my news clippings of his arrest and trial.
“You collected everything,” Robert 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.
Robert 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 Robert 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 Robert. He'd find a way out.
And he did.
Robert 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?” Robert replied. “I don't think you know what you're getting into, Carol. 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 jumped up and kissed him, pressing my red lips against his. He resisted me for only a split second. Robert 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. “You're going to have to carry me into the bedroom.”
Robert swept me off my feet and held me in his able arms. He kissed me while carrying me into the bedroom. He gently lay me on the bed while he loosened up his tie. “You know I haven't been with a woman 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,” Robert said, slowly stepping towards the bed.
“You can do whatever you want to me, Robert. I'm all yours.”
“We need to get you out of that flowery dress first.”
I got up and stood before him. Robert undid the black belt around my waist. My chest was heaving up and down as his fingers grazed against me. He lifted my dress from the bottom and lifted it all the way up and over my head. All that was left was my white bra, panties, and girdle.
“You were worth the wait,” he said, his eyes drinking me in. Robert 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, Robert,” I cried out.
His hands felt up my large breasts through my bra. He didn't like that I still had my undergarments on. He grabbed the straps of my bra and pulled until they snapped off. My girdle and panties were ripped to shreds by his forceful hands.
His eyes were filled with desire. He wanted me more than life itself. Robert's hand reached down and grazed my wet slit.
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.
Robert spread my legs and mounted me, his hardness was only inches away from my tight opening. I could feel his tip knocking at my door. Robert's tongue circled my pink nipples until they grew and hardened.
I kissed him as he entered me, moaning into his mou
th. 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.
Robert filled me up until his hips met mine. His cock was completely buried in me.
Chapter Four
Robert slammed into me, cramming every inch of his cock inside me. “I'm close,” I howled.
“Come around me, baby,” Robert 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.
Robert pulled out and I thought it was already over.
But he wasn't done with me yet. He flipped me over on my stomach and brought my ass to his cock. He was still throbbing with need and only my wetness would satisfy him.
I looked behind me to see Robert grab a hold of my love handles and sink his thick cock into me again. His hand gathered my curly blonde hair in his fist and he snapped my head back like using reins.
“You're so fucking tight, Carol.” 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, Robert. I want to feel your cum inside me. Don't leave me.”
Robert groaned and burst within me, spraying his warm seed deep in my eager pussy. I couldn't handle the pleasure and my orgasm took over me, sending my body into spasms. Robert continued to pump in and out of me until he was empty and I was overflowing with cum.
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 pussy like that even before I was put away. It's like you were made for me,” he replied.
I put my head on his chest and fell asleep. I never felt so safe when it should feel the exact opposite with the law closing in on us.
We made love many more times that night. Robert needed to make up for lost time and I loved that I was the woman he needed to use.
We both fell asleep, our minds and body exhausted to the bone.
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“Do you have your suitcase packed, doll?” Robert asked.
I nodded, holding up my small bag. I packed only my essentials. I'd have to live in this light gray victory suit for a little while until we got settled in Mexico.
Robert put on his hat that made him look so dashing. He opened my apartment door and peeked his head out. “Coast is clear,” he said.
We both hurried outside and into my car. I turned the key in the ignition and brought the car to life. “Where to?” I asked.
“We need to get to the city bus station. We should be able to get a night bus to Arizona from there. Hopefully with you along, you'll attract all the attention and nobody will even bother to look at me.”
I winked at him. “I don't mind using my womanly charms.”
“Better be only your charms,” Robert replied with a concerned look.
I took my time driving down the back streets, making sure that I didn't speed too fast. I didn't want the cops discovering us because we were too hasty. There was plenty of time to get to Arizona and we'd have the rest of our lives together in Mexico.
“We're going to run into a money problem when we get to Arizona,” he said. “My man down there is going to demand extra to get both of us through.” Robert slapped his coat pocket. “I only have enough for one of us.”
I slapped the bag next to me. “I've been saving money ever since you went away. That with the rest of my savings should set us up somewhere really nice.”
“How much are you talking about?”
“Ten thousand dollars,” I replied with a smirk.
Robert's eyes lit up. “Ten thousand dollars. You're an angel, Carol. I hope you know that.”
“Oh don't worry I do.”
We pulled into the bus depot and I turned off the car. I guess I won't be seeing this thing anymore,” I said, punching the steering wheel.
Robert went to the ticket counter while I saved us a seat on a bench. I could see a wanted sign of Michael on a bulletin board. There was a cop standing in the corner of the large waiting room. He was hard to see walking into the depot.
My senses froze up and the hairs on the back of my neck spiked up. I didn't want to sit too close to the wanted sign. Somebody might recognize Robert. I nonchalantly took another seat on the opposite end.
Robert returned with tickets in hand and a smile. He knew something was wrong when I didn't smile back. He sat down and leaned into my ear. “What's wrong, Carol?”
I kept my voice low. “There's a cop standing in the corner of the room.” Robert went to look. I put my hand and clenched his thigh. “Don't look. He's watching us. There's no doubt that he's already took notice. The fact that he hasn't called his buddies yet means he hasn't figured it out. How much time until the bus leaves?”
“We still have twenty minutes,” he replied, his hand grasping mine.
I wasn't sure we were going to make it.
Chapter Five
“I'm going to go to the bathroom and wait it out. The longer I sit out here, the more likely he'll recognize me.”
I clenched his hand. “You're going to leave me out here alone?”
“You'll be fine. Just stay calm and when they call our bus, just get on and wait for me. I'll be there.”
I didn't like this plan at all. There were too many things that could go wrong. I couldn't protest any longer because Robert had left and gone into the bathroom.
What if the cop went into the bathroom? He was bound to check it or he would need to go pee at the very least.
My fingers were wrapped around each other, cutting off the circulation. A voice came from above, “Miss, can I ask you a few questions?”
I looked up to see the same cop standing before me. All the blood drained from my face. I was so cool with the cop that pulled me over but so much was on the line now. Love was on the line. “Yes, sir.”
The officer took off his hat and sat down next to me. “May I ask where you're traveling to?”
“Arizona.”
“And are you traveling alone?”
“Yes.” I couldn't see his eyes through the mirrored sunglasses. I didn't know if he was buying my story or not.
“Why are you going to Arizona?”
“You sure do have a lot of questions. Did I do something wrong?”
“We're looking for the escaped convict, Robert Miller. You wouldn't know anything about him, would you?”
“I've heard of him, yes. The whole city has. It's been all over the radio. I guess you guys are still looking for him.”
“It was worth a shot to ask,” he said, putting on his hat and rising up. He went to walk away but turned back to me. “You forgot to answer my question.”
“Which one was that?” I tried to give him my best smile. The smile that could melt a man's heart right in his chest.
“The reason you're going to Arizona,” he replied, seeming unfazed by my charms.
“Oh, my sister. Her husband passed away during the war and she needs my help raising her kids.”
“You don't have much luggage for an extended visit.”
I could feel sweat beading on my forehead. He got me there. “I sent most of my luggage on ahead of me. ”
“Have a safe trip,” he said, tipping his hat to me.
My shoulders slumped and I let out a big breath. That was a close call.
“All aboard for Arizona,” the driver called out.
I gripped my suitcase and looked at the bathroom door. It stayed shut. I waited a moment before walking outside to the bus. I kept looking over my head to see if Robert was following behind me. There was just a bunch of strangers forming a line to get on the bus.
I took my seat in the back and put my suitcase down on the seat next to me. What if Robert didn't make it? Should I get off or keep going?
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sp; He never told me where we were going to live in Mexico. I don't think he had a specific place in mind. There was no way I would be able to find him if we got separated.
I looked out the window and couldn't see the cop in the waiting room anymore. Had he gone into the bathroom? Was Robert being taken away in cuffs?
I was frozen in my seat, not knowing what to do.
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