Page 18 of Small Town Beast 2: Saverin's Duet

“There,” she said, drawing him down gently to the bed. “You aresodrunk.”

“My Pappy used to say you ain’t drunk if you got two feet under you. God rest his bastardin’ soul.”

“Uh huh. Sit your big self down before you trip on something. This room is a mess.”

He sat and began stroking her hair, ruffling out her kinks and coils the way he liked. He said, “You are the luckiest girl in the world right now, Tanya Weaver.”

“Why, ‘cause High and Mighty Saverin Bailey wants to be my baby daddy?” she teased, climbing into his lap.

“Are you drunk?” Saverin asked suspiciously.

“Mm. A little.”

“Thank God, me too.”

Tanya kissed the hard lines of his neck. “Hmm…While you were gone…I was laying here…”

“Thinking about what?” he squeezed her hard, with both hands. And she squeezed him back, in a very different place.

“Oh, I see.” Saverin slid a hand up her bare leg. “Drop them panties, then.”

“I don’t have to do what you tell me,” Tanya slurred. She ran her fingers through Saverin’s long hair, and rubbed the broad planes of his muscular chest. Lord have mercy. The man was built like a Viking Conqueror.

“Well, shit,” Saverin said.

Oops. Had she said that out loud?

He flipped her on her back and peeled off her panties. In the darkness there was only the suggestion of a shape; everything else was all touch and smell and deep, shivering sensation.

Tanya groaned as he knelt and licked her seam, long brushing strokes through her wetness. She must be ovulating, because between her legs felt full of jelly. Saverin could eat it all night long…

“Yes I could,” he growled.

Shoot. “What was in that drink?” Tanya moaned, rocking her hips deeper into his mouth.

“I told you it weren’t to be trusted,” Saverin said, his Appalachian accent growing thicker. “You know why they call ‘em Cowboys?”

“No.”

“They make you want to ride all night.”

Tanya smothered a laugh with her hand. And a moan. “Be serious.”

“It’s true. Let me show you.” A long thick finger found an entrance, followed by another. Tanya’s moans reached another pitch.

“I love the way you taste, honey. Reminds me of the first night we met.”

“You just wanted to take advantage of me, then,” Tanya accused.

“I still do.” He opened her legs wider and bussed his tongue somewhere she didn’t expect. Tanya shrieked and Saverin honed in, sucking and licking, stroking, until she melted right into his mouth. Melted…then exploded. Recovered. Only to do it again. And again…

“Baby, please!” she cried.

Laughing, Saverin got up and stumbled out of the room to the bathroom. Tanya heard water running, and a curse as he almost tripped—again– this time over Gwen’s cat.

“YROWWW!”

“Well don’t plant your ass in the damned way, then,” Saverin told it.

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