Page 51 of Savage Keepsakes

I shake my head. If he doesn’t want to be front and centre of his new business, I’m more than happy to help.

“Thanks, Lou. I’m not good with people, but I’ll work on it.”

I slide my hand in his as we walk toward our cars.

“Thanks for a great night, JoJo. I’ll be in touch, and also I owe you dinner,” Billy says.

She only shakes her head before blowing kisses and getting into her Beetle.

We stroll to the Cruze, and he holds the door open for me. “Ooh, a gentleman,” I whisper.

His hand cups my ass before I sink into the seat. “I’ll show you a gentleman.”

Billy rounds the car and gets into the driver’s side. His palm on my thigh, he turns up the metal music as we drive home.

Fourteen

Billy

After I park the car, we sit for a minute. Lucy’s hands are folded in her lap.

I give her thigh a squeeze and she turns to look at me. Those thick lashes and pink lips are going to be the fucking death of me.

“You’re hotter than her.”

I hate that the cotton candy whore can carve into the insecurities she has. Lucy rolls her eyes and punches me in the shoulder.

Before getting out of the car, I lean over and leave a gentle kiss on her neck, feeling the warmth of her skin against my lips.

She joins me in getting out of the car, her fingers linking with mine. As we reach the porch, she walks past me to unlock the door. Her tattooed back shows through the rips on her tank.

“Coming, or you gonna stand there staring at me all night?”

“Could go either way.”

Lowering my head with a grin, I follow her, and as soon as we enter the bedroom, I unbutton my shirt. I turn around, the sight of her erasing any remaining shadows in my mind.

“Stop staring at me like that.”

“Like what?” I ask innocently.

“You know,” she says, lowering her head as she continues to strip down.

The way she gazes at me fills me with a sense of worth, as if my heart is deserving of love and I am more than the darkness that lives within me. Every time, it leaves me in awe.

Crossing the room, I wrap my hand in her tresses.

“Like what, darlin?” I whisper into her neck before nipping her.

Lucy’s hands move across my waist, pulling me closer.

“Hmm?” I tighten my grip, and she whimpers as our bodies touch.

“Like I’m fucking amazing.”

With a tight hold on her hair, I look into her mesmerizing green eyes. I press my mouth to kiss along her jawline.

“Because you make me feel like I’m worth something. That’s the real beauty,” I whisper, releasing her from my grasp and twirling her in a circle. “Fucking perfect.”

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