Page 81 of Savage Keepsakes

She lowers her fork to the pie. I wait, curious to see what she wants as she takes a bite and reclines in her chair.

“Billy, I should need a lot of time. I should’ve run already. Maybe I’m as messed up as you, or maybe it’s the daddy issues, but you’re the only person who’s ever shown me how I deserve to be loved. I love you.”

“I’ll keep being that person,” I tell her.

Widening my eyes, I arch an eyebrow before taking my bite of pie.

“I know, so for now, I am all in.”

Tilting my head in thought, I watched her take another bite of the pie.

“What makes you draw the line?”

I’ll never go away, like an unwavering shadow. I will always remain in her memories, lurking out of sight, observing her every move.

“If you fuck any of them, I’ll use every object you have for torture on you. I’ll tear the balls from your body and fuck your eye socket with a prong while I shove your own dick in your ass.”

I purse my lips. “Well fuck. Maybe I need to take lessons from the queen herself.”

Any awkward tension left in the air dissipates with her laughter, giving us hope for a smoother encounter.

We finish eating, and I do the dishes as she types away. Once everything is done, I look over at her and notice her eyelids growing heavy, showing that it’s later than our usual bedtime.

“Let’s go to bed. We can continue the work tomorrow.”

Lou waves me off, but I take the laptop and head up the stairs. As she chases after me, I feel her arms wrap tightly around my waist from behind.

I twist and turn until I can embrace her, encircling her with my strong arms.

“I love you, darlin’.”

As we settle under the covers, I tenderly stroke her hair, lulling her into a deep slumber while admiring the tranquillity etched on her face. I can’t lose this. I’d tear out my heart from my ribcage to prove my love for her.

Taking one last glimpse, I slip out of the bed and wrap the blanket snugly around her. I have a lot of work to get done tonight.

As I pad out of the house to my car, I know I can cut down on victims for her.

By the time I finish, the clock reads almost five a.m., but I change clothes and make my way into the bedroom, silently slipping in behind Lucy. I snuggle up next to her. I can’t help but feel a sense of comfort and closeness.

When her fingers grip mine, I know that I’m as home as I’ve ever been in my life and drift off to sleep.

“Plan to sleep all day? Because I’m pretty sure you said something about a date?” Lucy asks, waking me up.

I open my eyes and see her leaning against the door, wearing leggings and a loose green shirt that makes her hair pop.

“Do you have to be so beautiful first thing in the morning?” I lower my hand to stroke my morning wood.

“It’s past noon. I’ve reached my word count and I’m bored,” she says as her gaze trails down my body.

I throw off the comforter and fix my focus on her, my grip gliding along my shaft as I await her initiation.

“If we fuck, can we go do something after?”

“Way to cheapen it and make me feel like I’m not entertaining enough,” I say and pretend to pout.

She smirks and steps away from the doorframe. I swallow the growl that wants to tear out of me as I jump out of bed.

Walking out into the hall, checking through the rooms, I don’t see her and head down the stairs stark-naked.

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