Page 26 of Savage Keepsakes

“Lou, you want my wood?”

As butterflies dance in my stomach, I shake my head and straighten up from the corner of the porch. With our glasses in hand, I make my way inside.

“We still need to put that wood at the back,” I call out.

When I turn from the sink, I collide with his solid, muscular body. He’s so fucking quiet Inever hear him. His intense gaze locks with mine, sending shivers down my spine.

As his fingers graze my cheek, I savour the warmth and comfort of his touch. He has always been on the outskirts of my life, similar to a ghost haunting my thoughts, but now that he’s here, I can’t help but blush and giggle like a lovesick schoolgirl.

“Let’s go do that, then we can spend the afternoon on the porch. I won’t have you falling through the fucking wood and breaking an ankle.” He lowers to grip my chin and tips it before leaning down. “Because you mean a lot to me, darlin’.”

Without the sear of his kiss on my lips, my thighs clench together. He grabs my hand, pulling me out the door. We drive the cars on the winding path to the old buildings. Once we reach the back of the barn, there is a clearing with a fire pit.

We make quick work in hauling the wood, and once we’re finished, I’m covered in mildew, dirt, and sweat. The tin roofs of the buildings are both rusted. Everything is overgrown with weeds, and the garage seems ready to blow over at the next strong wind.

“Ready to explore?” Billy grabs my hand and leads me into the barn.

We walk through the hall and the open door slams shut. Darkness coats us, and I trip over something. “Creepy, eh?”

Nerves race in my stomach. I hold on tighter to his sweaty hand. “Yeah. Glad you could use it for something, because I sure wouldn’t.”

“The animals won’t mind. I’ll take you back another time when I’ve got lights set up.”

“Sounds good. Let’s get the hell out of here,” I whisper and walk backwards.

Billy pushes open the door. The light illuminates the hall we came from. A skull lies on the floor and I jump.

“It’s all good, Lou, he’s dead—can’t getcha.”

Once we’ve driven back to the house, we continue to work on the porch.

I use my phone to check the time, and he grabs it out of my hand. “What’s up, darlin’?”

“I have dinner with JoJo tonight. She’s my best friend and I don’t want to stand her up.”

He moves from kneeling to sitting down and tosses the phone back at me.

“Go up and shower. I’ll finish the porch and get to the swing later.”

His tone is demanding. He doesn’t look up at me as he flips over to nail the boards down. Billy’s change in demeanour is something I haven’t seen before. His usual goofy and easy-going side has dropped.

He looks over his shoulder and arches his eyebrow, which sends desire straight down my spine. “I didn’t say stay there and stare at me working, I said go get ready.”

I pad past him into the house. I’m in a state of surprise and arousal all at once.

Climbing the stairs to my bedroom, I grab a sleek, long black shirt, a vibrant blue bra and thong set, and a fresh pair of leggings.

After I strip the sweaty clothes off, I grab my new toy and head to the shower. Pulling back the curtain, I step in, letting the water wash off the dirt of the day.

I suction the dildo against the wall and lean forward, gripping the side of the tub.

The toy fills me as I push into it. My eyelids flutter closed as I focus on the sensations running through me. The pleasure mounts with each movement, edging me closer to one of the most intense solo orgasms I’ve ever experienced.

When my body tenses, I bite my lip to hold back a groan and ride out the waves of bliss.

I rinse myself and the toy and get out. The hammering has stopped as I head to my bedroom to get dressed.

“The porch is done. I’ll be back tomorrow, maybe to fix up the swing. Shouldn’t be that loud, so you’ll sleep through it,” Billy says from outside my door.

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