Page 5 of Small Town Beast 2: Saverin's Duet

It wasn’t sex he opposed, but thoughtless sex. Sex without regard. If he couldn’t have Lorrie completely then he wouldn’t have her at all. That was the bottom line. Truth. But the more he wrangled his lust the worse it became; not helped by Lorrie’s own sexual frustration.

Absalom now allowed these small transgressions, realizing he would have to compromise or banish Lorrie from his life, which was unthinkable.

Lorrie’s areolas were the size of her two palms, the color of ripe plums contrasting sharply with her honey-toned skin. She covered them shyly. “Last time you said we shouldn’t…”

“Just for a minute.”

“You can have more than that,” she said, and released them. They fanned out, the tips pointing to his lips. She hadn’t even worn a bra today.Just for a minute…one minute won’t hurt…The soft full fruit yielded at first, but then her nipple rudely pushed back on his tongue.So good. So fucking good…He propped her up against the desk, squeezing the other in his hand as he suckled on the first, as if trying to coax a flow of milk. Her breasts overflowed even his giant hands. He wanted drownin them. There were worse ways to die.So good…so gooood…More, must have more…why not fuck her now?She was saying something, through her moans, trying to get his attention, tugging his hair…why not just push aside her underwear and pin her down, he’d only use the tip, keep her a virgin…unless she wanted the rest, then why not…why wait any longer? Fuck!!!

“Baby,” she pleaded.

“Hold on, darlin’,” he said jaggedly. “I ain’t done.”

He was as hot for Lorrie as he’d been four years ago when they first met. She was just sixteen then, and he was a fool of eighteen, watching her selling hard lemon candy to the men coming down from the harvest. It felt like yesterday. Seeing her there in that green flower dress. Working up the guts to talk to her or even just buy the candy, but he never did.

“Abi!”

“Hold the other one to me like that…Just like that,” he ordered roughly.

“Abi, wait…”

When the sun went down each day Lorrie would pack up her stall and put the empty candy box on her head, then walk the long mile back up the road. The men stayed offering her a ride in their truck but she turned them all down. If she got cussed out she cussed right back. The girl had a tongue like a habanero pepper but they all called her Sweet Lorraine. Absalom dug up any information on her that he could. He learned she had no family except a sick mother in the Back Hills and an old aunt and uncle on the other side of town. No man to protect her; no father, no brothers, not even a cousin. And then the mother died.

After that, any man that tried going after Lorrie met with Absalom’s fists and didn’t try again.

“Abi!”

“Shh…Just a minute, darlin’, one minute more.” He kissed a now-tight nipple; drew it between his teeth.

Once he had to whup a batch of Snatch Hills who tried dragging her off into the trees. It nearly came to a war with everybody taking sides. That was when Duke McCall himself summoned him to the big house. It was actually the first time Absalom had ever had a private conversation with his biological father.I won’t have that slut making problems for the men,was all Duke told Absalom.Fuck her if you want, but get rid of her.

Lorrie never came back to the fields with her candy trays, but soon after she turned up at Absalom’s trailer with a whole jar of honeycomb to say thank you. She looked so pretty that day when she put the honeycomb on her fingers and– what did she just say?

He resurfaced to the present, not sure he had heard right. “What was that, darlin’?” he grunted, palming her breasts, rolling the nipples under his thumbs. Her face was bright red and her rosy lips turned down in a frown.

“Repeat it, Lorrie, I’m sorry,” he rasped.

“I want to move back to Florin, and I want you to find a place for me,” she said. “That’s what I wanted to ask you.”

Fuck.

“I don’t want to see you every other month. I don’t want to hide,” she went on, searching his eyes for understanding. “I love you. I’m sorry but I can’t hold it in any more. Will you think on it? Please?”

“No,” he said.

Her gaze dimmed.

He stroked her golden skin, knowing he’d been harsh, but what the hell could he do? Bringing her out publicly as his mistress would start a clan war. Literally. And it would make him a public hypocrite in more ways than one.

Yes, he loved Lorrie. More than words. It was Lorrie he thought of from sunrise to sunset, Lorrie he wished to lay next to in bed on these cold nights— on every night— Lorrie whomade him laugh when no one else could, Lorrie he wanted to make love to every night for the rest of his life. She was the one he wanted to marry and bear his children…But he had pledged himself before God and the clans of Florin to another woman.

His wife.

“I knew you would say that,” Lorrie said. “I just knew it.”

Right on time, his cowardly justifications came to drown out the shame. Why did she keep pressing it? Didn’t she have it good in Rowanville? She worked at a hair salon. He gave her money, and saw her twice a month– mostly– and those times he showered her with attention. They had agreed the current arrangement was for the best.

“My world can’t be your world. That’s why I told you not to come up here lookin’ for me, but you disobeyed,” he said, turning his own shame on her. “I thought we were good. What’s the problem?”

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