Page 21 of Savage for You

Effort.

Some men think they don’t have to put in the effort with women, or they think it stops when you get her.

False. In my Dwight Schrute voice.

I knock on the door, and she sounds like she’s rustling to grab her things. Montana opens the door with the biggest smile on her face which takes my breath away.

She looks so gorgeous, and she doesn’t even have to try. The cutoff shorts she’s wearing along with an oversized ‘Biggie’ shirt partially tucked in the front looks amazing on her. She's wearing black and white high-top vans with hoop earrings, and I’m pretty sure my dick swells in my pants. Not now. Her long curls flow down her back and they are wild but look so pretty.

“Damn, Killer, you look beautiful.” I lean down and kiss her forehead. She smells like cotton candy.

I wonder what she tastes like…

“Thank you, Savage. You don’t look so bad yourself.” She winks.

“Are you ready to go?”

“Absolutely.”

I open the door to my car for her, and she looks at me with surprise written on her face—like no one has ever done this for her. It makes me want to smash her ex’s face for treating her anything less than the queen she is.

How hard is it to open the door for the woman you like? My dad has been doing it for my mom my entire life. He’ll come out and open her car door even if he isn’t leaving. And if I’m with my mom, I’ll open the door for her and Autumn.

We’re driving to the park, and I place my hand on her thigh. She doesn’t push my hand away, and I grin to myself. See, progress.

“What were you doing before I picked you up?”

“Not much. I cleaned my apartment. Then I was watching a documentary on John Wayne Gacy, have you heard about him? Anyway, I was going to go for a run after, but I wanted to spend time with you.” She says the last part so low that I almost miss it.

“I’m glad that you want to spend time with me. I want to spend more time with you. I told you; I want you. And no, I’ve never heard of John Wayne Gacy.”

She makes a face that says that I’m full of shit, but doesn’t say anything else about what I said.

“Gacy was certifiable, that’s for damn sure.” She giggles.

I could listen to her giggle and laugh all day. It’s like music to my ears. A song that’s stuck in your head that you don’t ever want to forget.

“I’ll have to Google him,” I say, “But in all honesty, with you it’s not just about the chase. Once I get you, I won't fumble like your ex did.” I turn my head at the stoplight and give her a serious face. I look at her, and I don’t know what it is, but there is something about her that makes me feel like I know her, that I have known her my whole life. “I promise.”

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep, Savage.”

Looking straight into her beautiful hazel eyes, I say, “I don’t.”

The rest of the drive is light. She sings to the songs on the radio, and I could listen to her beautiful voice for the rest of my life. The raspiness of it makes every tune sound sultry. Her rendition of Pisces by Bryce Savage is great. She sings and dances in the car, making me laugh. As we get to our destination I park the car, and she sees where we are, gets out of the car and smiles up at me.

“Harriet Island Park? I love it. I haven’t been here in forever!”

I smile at her and nod. “Let's go, Killer. I have a picnic for us to set up.”

We walk the short distance to the spot we deem perfect and I put the blanket and basket down, and she sits criss-cross applesauce, so I follow suit. I finally get a good look at the tattoo on her arm. I was distracted on the Fourth of July looking at her other assets, and I know she has a few more on her body.

“Your tattoos are beautiful. I saw a glimpse of them on the fourth. What do they mean?”

She lights up and tells me about the tattoos on her body.

“My mom and I love plants, as you can probably tell from the plants in my house, so the vines represent our love of plants. When my parents passed away, I had taken the birthday cards to the artist, and this is their handwriting. My mom would always write I love you then sign it mom, and my dad would write under hers I love you more and he’d sign it dad. Chrysanthemums are the flowers and those were her favorite which became my favorite,” she says pointing to the various parts of the tattoo that winds up her arm. “Then I have a Harry Potter tattoo on my side that says I solemnly swear that I am up to no good with the footprints that walk up my side. I also have a butterfly on my sternum for my mom. She loved butterflies but it’s a little different. It's black and white with a small lotus flower between my breasts. I got it when I was coming out of a dark place in my life. The lotus represents me and everything that I’ve been through. The lotus is a beautiful flower that comes out on top of the mud in a pond.”

Damn, she’s so beautiful and so deep. How did I get so lucky?

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