Page 4 of Small Town Beast 2: Saverin's Duet

“I’m happy to see you again, Abi,” she murmured. “After everything, I still love you.”

“I love you too, Lorraine. I never stopped.”I’m sorry.The words stayed in his throat.

“Thank you for the money you sent.”

“You’re welcome.”

“I’d rather see more of you than your money.”

“I’m busy. That’s why I told you to wait for me. You never listen. You got to listen to me sometimes.”

“Abi, I hardly ask you for anything, right?”

“Don’t change the subject. We were talking about you not listening.”

She didn’t reply at first, so Absalom figured she was wrestling with her pride. She smelled like lavender and her hair trailed on his cheek soft as dandelion seeds.

A damned distraction— you ought to be with the men right now getting ready for tomorrow. Put her down and leave.

“How was your first night as Deputy?” Lorrie asked, interrupting the sensible thoughts. “Lord, but I wished I could have seen you in that uniform. Did anybody get shot?”

“You like that morbid stuff. Yeah, there was a shooting. Somebody died. Nobody you know,” he added, before she could ask. His first night as Sheriff’s Deputy had been interesting indeed. But it wasn’t for Lorrie to know these things. That was mountain business, and she didn’t live here anymore and she wasn’t involved in the “hillbilly mafia stuff”, as she called it. And she damned well never would be as long as he lived and breathed.

“I want to ask you something,” Lorrie said. “Oooo, baby, you’re so tense.”

Absalom groaned as she dug her fingers in his hair. Forgetting his resolve he adjusted her weight in his lap and sucked on the hollow of her neck. He had rocked up the second she climbed up on him. Lorrie knew it, and deliberately rubbed herself where her man was thick and hard.

Her juicy peach,covered by a scrap of cotton and no more, teased him in a bouncing, shivering rhythm.

But.

For all their years of fooling around, he’d never fucked Lorrie. They’d panted and petted and french-kissed, and once she’d even wrapped her hands on his cock and stroked him, but she remained a virgin. Or so she said.

You really believe that?His friend Sam Bailey had asked him once.

Yeah, he did. Because it was Lorrie. One thing about him and Lorrie was that they never lied to each other.

“We could do it tonight,” she whispered in his ear as he slowly kissed her neck. “I’m ready, Abi. I want it.Please.”

Fuck…Each time he held her in his arms, temptation put her silver tongue to his ear and told him what it would be like to give in to his selfish urges, bend Lorrie over... Years of denying himself, denying her—bust a heavy nut inside her— God, inside her…

Stop.

He had principles; temptation might be full of tricks but surely temptation strengthened principle like fire did to steel.

With Lorrie bucking in his lap, he was tempted.

You might die tomorrow.You’d die without feeling her once? Maybe it was meant to be tonight. In this room. She came dressed like that– you know why. Just do her. On the desk. On the bed. Up on that wall. Wouldn’t she be tight? Wet and slick; tight as her mouth was that time she almost— you made her stop, didn’t you? Jackass…She’d be tighter than that…She’d do anything for you…

He knew she would let him. Lorrie had never denied him anything. But then, principle. Principle…

Absalom lifted up the light cotton scrap she was wearing over her breasts. His throat went dry but his mouth filled with hot saliva.

Christ, if I don’t have her today, if I die tomorrow…What the hell am I doing?Those tits were proof of divine creation. Overflowing, heavy, golden, thrusting up like torpedoes. Perfect.

Once Absalom heard tell of a whore who could jack a man off between her tits, and he avoided seeing Lorrie for months after that due to the shameful fantasies of her on her knees, flushed and eager to bust his nut. She hated him for that– for avoiding her, not for the fantasies. He never told her about any fantasies at all. And there were a good many.

It wasn’t a normal relationship, had never been. What red-blooded southern male would hold back screwing a girl as fine as Lorrie who would give it up for him in a heartbeat? He was a Christian but he wasn’t fucking crazy.

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