Page 42 of Savage Keepsakes

I can’t help but admire the way her curvy figure moves as she walks away. Like a ray of sunshine, she exudes warmth and positivity, a lifeline keeping me afloat in the overwhelming darkness that tries to drown me.

Turning to the laptop, I read what she’s written so far. I scroll over the tracking pad as I sip my coffee, getting lost in the story.

I expected her to be good, but this exceeds what I had thought. The sex scenes tell me what she’s craving, and I take note of them for later.

Reaching the end of what she has so far, I come across some inconsistencies with the serial killers. Wondering how much I should divulge clouds my mind, and I chug the rest of my coffee before setting the mug down on the porch table.

Lucy comes out and sits beside me wearing blue work pants and a white shirt. Her tits strain against the fabric, her wide hips filling out the slacks.

Everything about her makes my dick throb, but the stirring in my heart is a new feeling. The clenching in my chest tells me I might love her.

“What do you think?”

“Honestly?”

“Duh.” She squints at me and scrunches her pert nose. “Why would I want to release shit into the world?”

“I don’t know shit about commas or grammar, although I noticed some things aren’t right.” I close the laptop and hand it back to her.

“Like?” Her gaze doesn’t meet mine, and she runs her fingers over the computer’s edge.

“I mean, you can absolutely use the steak knife you talk about, but it isn’t realistic. It’d take twice as long to cut through the tissue and muscles.”

She nods and opens the laptop. I continue as she types away.

“There’d also be less blood than you describe. The entire room couldn’t be covered by one body. It only holds around four and a half litres, give or take, so while there’d be a substantial amount, I don’t think it would be as much as you described.”

“Like two bottles of pop,” she mutters. Her fingers fly over the keys as she continues to take notes.

“Something like that.”

“Okay, if you know so much, help me with the next scene.”

I raise my eyebrow and cock my head.

“The serial killer is obviously unhinged, but I want him to take it up a notch. Do you think it’s possible for him to fuck the eye socket of his victim?”

I lean back against the wood on the swing and look out over the front yard.

“Too much?” she asks quietly.

“Never, I love it. I have to think about that. I need to go to the shop, but I’ll come back over later. Working the night shift again?”

“Yeah. Artie is on holidays next week so I’ll be stuck with that fucking skank, Leah.”

I nod. As we stand together, I lean in and hold her, the warmth of her body against mine.

“Maybe I’ll come by tomorrow morning to give you some stress relief.”

With a gentle stroke of my thumb, I trace her chin before pulling her closer. Our lips meet, and I can feel the heat of her tongue as it glides across the seam of my mouth.

After a brief pause, I nibble on her lip, savouring the sweet taste.

“Well, I’ll see you later Lou,” I say as we pull apart.

While driving to the shop, I wondered about the best method for luring a couple. If I want to get this research right for Lucy, I’ll try it out for myself.

On the way home, I stop by an adult toy store. Many things I yearn to explore with her, but I’m here for a distinct purpose.

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