Page 24 of Small Town Beast 2: Saverin's Duet

Between her legs burned hot. Desire for Mike, and desire for revenge. She couldn’t. She wouldn’t. Mike started licking and sucking on her neck. Inside her thighs trembled and the heat, oh the heat…

…Right?

FOUR

SAVERIN

Time to go.

The first thought.

The second:is this fucking cat trying to kill me?

The orange beast had seated itself firmly on Saverin’s chest and, seeing he was awake, promptly dug its claws into his skin.

“Gerroff!”

“MROWWWW!”

The animal thudded to the floor.Good grief.Saverin shut his eyes, but the furry menace sprang across the room and jumped on him again, knocking all the breath from his lungs before leaping nimbly back to the floor.

Saverin fumbled to his feet, his six-foot-three frame bashing into the many mobile sculptures hanging from the ceiling of the room.Where the fuck am I…Is that supposed to be a door?

“MROWWOWOWWWWWW,” screeched the cat. Saverin jerked open the door, resisting the urge to give the fiend a none-too-gentle boot in the ass as it smugly pranced out of sight.

“Go on, you son of a bitch.”

“Mroww,”it sneered back.

When he closed the door the handle popped right off and remained in his hand. Saverin stared blankly at the piece ofhardware and the jagged hole it left behind. In Saverin’s world the handles of doors remained usually where he found them. Not here. The soft, splintered wood had come apart like wet paper. There were flood-lines going up the panel. He could not remember his house on Bailey Hill, with its solid doors of 18th century white oak, ever flooding.

Where are we? Tanya is here. Headache. Dick hurts. Find the exit.

He pushed the door open to a narrow hallway and determined he was in fact inside a double-wide trailer. And last night? A vision flashed of his pale dick plunging into Tanya’s miles and miles of ass, grabbing her hair and—

Saverin pushed the handle back in the jagged hole and turned back to the bed. He was wide awake now. “Mrrrf,” Tanya said in her sleep. Saverin rolled out stiff shoulders. The rickety bed frame they’d curled up in had been a foot too small for him but she lay nestled up in the yellow cotton sheets like a fairy in a buttercup.

It was a female’s bedroom. Barely bigger than a bathtub. Pictures of crystals and tarot cards and horoscopes and one of those bands where the men dressed like devil worshippers and the women dressed like virgins.

He sat down on the bed and lifted the blanket off Tanya. She was still naked, her brown skin smooth and flawless except for the love-marks he’d left on her tits, her neck…lower…He reached down and thumbed a nipple until it stiffened.

She moaned softly in her sleep and he moved to the other one, rubbing it slowly back and forth.

Take it easy on me, darlin.

He needed to get going. Should he wake her? Leave a note?

He stood up because it was too tempting not to fuck her. Last night had been fun but Saverin had a mission that morning that could not be delayed. The mission concerned Tanya’s son,Amari, who was still missing somewhere in Rowanville. Tanya would be safe here with Gwen, although the girl had less sense than a bee had thumbs.

“What time is it?” Tanya mumbled to his back. So she was awake after all.

“Half past five. Go on back to sleep.” His voice was raw like he’d smoked a whole pack.

“Where you goin’?”

He crossed the room and sat down on the bed. Her hair covered half her face and he gently moved it away to fan over her shoulders and the pillow. “Just to town,” he said.

Sleepy eyes snapped open. “You’re leavingnow?ToRowanville?”

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