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“That was some damn good pie,” she said.She was leaning against the trunk of the Pontiac Townes had been caressing and cussing into running condition a couple hours a day over the past few weeks. It was still a little rough around the edges, with patches of compound around two of the wheel wells contrasting the original, jet black finish. The moment he’d driven it out of barn and pulled to the front of the house, she looked excited, but he could tell she’d already seen it. It didn’t surprise him to realize she’d get curious and explore while he wasn’t around. The T shirt hung over her body like an ill-fitting dress, and the brain paralyzing shorts she was wearing were completely concealed. Still, people noticed her. The heart of town went four blocks in one direction and three in the other. Townes’ presence was well known, and as much of an anomaly as Siren was in the context of the tiny, post card village, just being seen with him was enough to raise questions. He’d become something of an unofficial constable. It was one of the reasons Cutler had helped set him up there, sending him into Nessa’s shop to ask her about renting the bungalow where he was living. Where the girl leaning against the back of the car was presently living, too. The county covered too wide an area for the sheriff to take care of. Very little ever happened, but when it did, the residents had to fend for themselves in emergencies.It had taken months for people to get used to Townes. In the beginning, no one looked him in the eye on the street on his infrequent trips to the center of town. No one but Nessa had spoken to him except cashiers telling him the cost of things he needed at the market or hardware store.But then he’d gotten that call one night from Emma Johnson. She also owned the tavern adjacent to the diner, and when a fight broke out that snowballed, she rang his phone. He didn’t even know she had his number, but she’d told him Cutler said she should call if she ever had a problem. It hadn’t taken him long to get there, and by the time he did, there were six people involved in the fight. It was over about ninety seconds later. He’d almost been disappointed. “Pretty good for half good pie,” he nodded, leaning beside her. He crossed his beefy arms in front of him. “You mean somethin’ to these people. Can’t tell what, zackly. But somethin’.” “They’re just curious. Especially because of you.” “Kinda figured you wasn’t out for pie dates much.” “Yeah, well…just wanted to see what normal feels like a little.” “Few minutes a normal? Like that?” “Like that.” “How’s it workin’ out?” “Everything felt like normal ‘til we got here. But driving over…just in the car…it was like things I remember. Flashes of moments.” “Times ridin’ around with a girl like me?” He shook his head and looked at her. Her eyes were already on his, as if she’d been following them all along. “No such thing as a girl like you. I never saw gaziantep olgun escort anything like you at all,” he said. “That a good or a bad thing?” He frowned, surprised she couldn’t tell. “I wish I’d known a girl like you. I wish…just wish.” “You know me now,” she said. There was a strain of something both musical and foreign in her voice. Something dangerous. It sounded like the kind of hope he’d felt bleed out of his body that night in a ditch on whatever planet he once lived on. “Guess I do at that.” She leaned against him. “That was some damn good pie.” He almost laughed. “No it wasn’t.” She laughed, and that pushed the laugh out of him, too. He looped his arm around her. The feel of her laughing body against his made him feel lighter, but it wasn’t long before her laughter faded into a sigh. “T?” “Yeah, okay.” Emma Johnson was watching them from inside the diner where they’d just had pie. People on the sidewalk turned to notice them and kept moving, pretending they hadn’t. They separated and got into the car. Before he had a chance to start it up, Nessa’s pale blue 318 came down the street and stopped in the middle of the lane. The window rolled down. Nessa greeted each of them in turn, and when Townes looked back and forth between them, he realized they’d met. Nessa’s eyes grew narrow and dark. Siren’s jaw tensed. No one had anything to say out loud. Townes finally started the Pontiac. It sounded like the face of the mountain sliding off. “Stop by when you can,” Nessa said. Then she rolled up her window and drove on. Townes pulled into the street and headed back toward the bungalow. “Is she the reason you don’t wanna fuck me?” He eased up on the gas, looking at her and trying to keep his eye where they were going. When he reached the turn onto the road leading to the lookout at the highest point in the area, he took it and pulled over. “Whatever gave you that idea?” he asked. “She come over last night while you was out workin’. Studyin’ me mostly. She din’t say nothin’ much. Pleasantries and such. Asked me how I was getting’ by. How’d I like the clothes she sent.” “And?” “And…she figures you’re fuckin’ me and don’t like the idea much.” “She told you this?” “Naw. Not in so many words. She’s just one a them ain’t as good as she thinks she is at hidin’ what she says with her face.” “She shouldn’t have come around without telling me.” “Ain’t no harm in it to anybody but her, I s’pose.” No one said anything for a while. The V8 sounded anxious. “Siren…I was hoping you understood. I couldn’t live with myself if I thought I’d took you out of that situation with Cray just to end up doing the same thing to you all over again. Caging you like something you aren’t.” “Don’t take it personal, but ya ain’t doin’ such gaziantep oral yapan escort a great job livin’ with yourself now.” Townes nearly slammed the car back in drive and bolted forward, driving toward the lookout. “You know how I come to be with Cray?” He didn’t answer. Just waited. “Poker game,” she went on. “I know I never had to stay, ‘cept he woulda beat the poor fuck who lost the game if I hadn’t. So okay, you walked me outta there so I could choose whatever…whoever…for myself. But you don’t wanna let me. Seems like something’s wrong with me choosin’ you.” The gravel turnoff to the lookout came up and Townes took the turn faster than he should’ve. He kept going until they reached the weedy area at the top of the grade that served as a parking lot. “I figure you musta had somebody before you got shot.” “I did,” he nodded, eyes on the steering wheel, knuckles turning white. “S’okay if ya don’t wanna talk about it.” “I don’t.” “Kinda figured. And I kinda figure sometimes maybe you think I’m stupid…I mean I know ya like me and all…but s’okay, most people do cuz I don’t talk like them that had books and such to grow up with. But I keep thinkin’ about that sunrise back in the desert that day. Then later. ‘Member what we said?” “About a few minutes of love, you mean?” “Zackly. And you wanna know what’s really stupid?” “You’re gonna tell me even if I say no.” “Damn right I am,” she snickered. “Stupid is just wantin’ a few minutes when you can have more. And the only thing to stop ya havin’ everything is all that fear and pride. Pure stubborn is what you are. But fuck it. You don’t even stop to think past them fuckin’ scars you got.” “Siren….” His voice turned to jagged ice, and he turned on the seat to face her. “You are way over the….” She shifted on the wide, bench seat, rising onto her knees and leaning toward him while she held onto the headrest for support. “You don’t even know how safe I felt even that first moment ya squatted down in front of me back at Cray’s. Didn’t matter I didn’t know you. Big and nasty as ya looked. Safe, T. Safe.” She knee walked on the seat. Closer. She hadn’t even noticed how the rest of the world seemed beneath them from there. Her voice dropped almost to a whisper. “Sometimes…I go wet just cuz ya walk in the room and look a certain way. Touch me now, T. I want ya to know.” She kneed closer, and Townes slid his hand under the blousy hem of the T shirt and searched out the shape of her pussy through the thin, tight shorts. She closed her eyes and bit her bottom lip when his fingers brushed over the saturated patch of fabric between her thighs. “Aw, yeah, this is what safe means, T. You touchin’ me. Takin’ me into your house. Pie. You wanted a few minutes of love and I want a few minutes of safe, ‘cept it’s all the same thing gaziantep otele gelen escort and dammit if we both don’t want a helluva lot more than a few, stupid minutes.” He slipped his left hand under the T shirt and ran his hand over the smoothness of her graceful spine. Her pussy continued to seep its slick honey into the fabric of her shorts while he gently ground his fingers against her. His cock was rapidly growing thick with demanding heat. She rocked her hips slightly, urging his fingers. “I know ya like touchin’ me, T. I can tell. You don’t touch me like none a them others ever did.” She swung one knee onto the seat between his legs, putting herself between him and the steering wheel. “The whole thing about touching you is that it feels like something else. You have this way of wearing your skin like an attitude.” As he spoke, his left hand slid around her body, over the satin trail of her torso and ribcage, until he was firmly cupping her breast. His right slipped under the leg hem of her shorts where his fingers slid along the flushed, petal-thickened furrow of her pussy. He ground the pads of his fingers against slit, tightening his squeeze on her breast at the same time. She took in a sharp, quick breath, and then peeled the oversized shirt over her head, revealing one naked breast and the other caught in the grip of his large hand. She took his face in her hands and stared at him with dark lightning in her eyes. “Everybody touches me. Only you ever felt me, and you did it before ya ever laid a finger on me.” She looked at him for a long time. He caught her swollen nipple between his thumb and index finger, squeezing and rolling while his slid a finger up inside her honey coated sheath. “Give me your mouth,” he said. She started to say something about more than a few minutes, but he cut her off. “Stop talking and just give me your mouth.” A quick smile flashed across her lips as she leaned down toward his face. Their lips converged and opened, their tongues sweeping and probing, all in one gesture. She tasted like apples. Townes felt the sweet torture of that continually feeds on itself, yet he was feeding on her – tasting her – every one of his senses diving off the edge of the pure, raw thing she was. His cock strained with broiling demand against the confinement of his jeans. It seemed a crass statement of his desire for freedom. Freedom from pain, anger and violence. Freedom to fall and drown in his gathering love for this angel-waif who was wiser than he. He drove his finger deeper inside and scuttled his other hand to fondle her other breast. He took the breath from her mouth deeply into his body and felt alive. As he drove his finger deep, he let it curl forward to massage the wet velvet tissue inside. The thick pad of his fingertip swabbed in circles while she suddenly threw back her head with a gasp. Her nails dug into his solid shoulders while her body was suddenly gripped with spasms that nearly scared him. “How…,” she strained. “How…do…you…do that?” He moved his hand from her breast to her throat, holding only firmly enough to keep her steady. “It’s just my finger inside you,” he said. Then he curled harder and stirred. Her nails dug harder and broke his skin while her eyes narrowed as if she were seeing him for the first time.
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