Page 78 of Psycho

I revved the engine louder before I took off, feeling her tighten her arms around me and squeeze her legs.

Fuck, but I wondered how that would feel while I drove inside her pussy.

I shook away the thoughts. The last thing I wanted to do was get a hard-on while riding.

Wouldn’t want to get into a car accident—precious cargo and all that shit.

It wasn’t until we were about half a mile away from the house that I felt her relax a little. She caught on pretty quickly, turning her body with me. I still didn’t know how she felt, but it beat knowing she wasn’t as scared of riding anymore.

Fifteen minutes later, we pulled up to a fancy ass building.

I pulled into a parking slot and shut off the engine, helping her climb off before I got off myself.

She held still for me as I removed the helmet and the sunglasses to reveal her eyes to me. The greens of her irises seemed to glow beneath the sun.

“Well?” I asked.

She smiled widely at me, and I felt my shoulders relax.

“That was so much fun!”

I laughed then, and she stilled, looking at me with a look of surprise on her face. I tugged on her hair, which had gotten tangled in the wind.

“What?”

She shook her head. “I don’t think I have ever heard you laugh like that—or at all.”

I shrugged. “Not much to laugh about in my life.”

She bit her lip and looked down, and before I could ask her what that look on her face meant, she turned away and took in the building.

“What are we doing here? What is this place?”

I guessed she still hadn't caught on to the name of the building. “I thought we would visit with your grandma today.”

She turned to me with wide eyes. “Here? She lives… here?”

I nodded.

Something moved in her eyes, but she turned back to the building and away from me before I could really see what it was.

I walked up to her side. “Would you like to see her?”

She nodded, not saying anything.

I grabbed her hand and led her inside the building—and surprisingly, she didn’t fight me. The words Sunny Oak Senior Care etched on the front of the building stood out as we walked in, finding the nurse at her station.

She looked up at us right away, and though her facial expression didn’t change, a hint of wariness entered her eyes when she saw me.

She focused on Lainey instead.

“Hi, how can I help you, folks?”

Lainey looked at me.

“We’re here to see Elizabeth Reyes. I called this morning to have this set up.”

“Yes, of course. Can I ask about your relationship with our resident?”

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