Page 32 of Savage Keepsakes

His deep laugh makes me smile. As Ken swipes his hair out of his eyes, he touches my arm with his. “Don’tyouever look for interesting people?”

“No. Don’t you know there’s a serial killer at large? That’s about the last bit of exciting I’d like to find.” Shaking my head, I lift my cup and finish the coffee in it.

“Fair. I promise that I’m not into skinning people, though. I have no game, is all. Want a refill?”

“Want to come hang out at my house? I think I have stuff to make breakfast,” I tell him.

He bites his lip before grinning and pulling out his wallet. Ken throws down a twenty, which is more than enough for two coffees, and grabs his coat as he stands beside my bar stool. He’s easily over six feet tall. He will not be my forever, but he’s exactly what I need right now.

“Let’s go,” he whispers.

We walk out of the bar together, and when I approach my car, I look over my shoulder. “Follow me?”

With a quick nod, he makes his way toward his massive black truck.

When I reach my driveway, I squint ahead to the buildings but don’t see Billy’s Chevy Cruze, though the way the paths intertwine back there means he might have driven up to the barn.

He’s been M.I.A. while I’ve been working, although he fixed the porch swing and installed a beautiful green plush cushion.

“Quite the fixer-upper you have here,” Ken states as I get out of my car.

“Yeah, I thought it had a lot of character. Still does, even if it is a giant cash pit, but once I’m done, it’ll be worth it.”

I grab my bag and stride up to the front door, with him following behind.

“Some things need time to show their beauty. Others are naturally beautiful.”

I flip my head over my shoulder and give him the cheesiest smile I can muster. “That deserves some wine,” I joke.

“Fair. You live here alone?” We walk into the kitchen, where I drop off my bag and coat on the counter.

“Yeah, moved here recently. Being rural is nice after working all day or night in the city.” I grasp his hand and lead him upstairs.

Halfway up, he seems to clue in and loosens from my grip. Ken’s hands are around my waist and when we enter my bedroom, he works swiftly to strip me of my clothes.

I reach out to pull his shirt over his head, but he backs up and does it himself. His hungry gaze roams over my body, and I duck my head as I draw back the comforter on the bed.

Ken steps forward, his touch tender as he presses against my shoulder and turns me to face him. He cups my chin as he pushes his lips to mine.

His strong hands part my thighs, and he kneels on the ground, exploring me with his tongue. He licks between my folds and lazily sweeps over my clit. Heat spreads through my body, but I need more.

As my nails dig into his shoulders, he doesn’t go any harder. His mouth works gradually until he reaches my clit and sucks lightly.

I moan, and he pulls away. Ken undoes the buttons on his jeans and takes out a condom from his pocket before shucking off both pants and boxers. He slides it on and strokes his shaft several times.

“Make room for me, beautiful.”

I move over, and he sidles up behind me. Instead of the quick fuck I was looking for, it’s becoming a lovemaking session.

His strong grip arches my leg as he enters my wet pussy. Gentle caresses follow, his other hand curling around my neck, holding my chin.

“So fucking great,” he whispers, thrusting into me harder. I play with myself as he slides into me.

It’s nice, but it’s not earth-shattering. My muscles tighten, and I continue to rub my clit as his thrusts become erratic. Heat courses through my body.

I think of Billy and his rough voice and tattooed hands, and my orgasm takes hold, making me clench around Ken’s dick.

Just as he fills the condom, I catch my breath and relax in his arms.

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