Page 27 of Savage in the Sweets
Colin:Fine, show me these magical ingredients that make candy calorie intake negligible.
A moment later, a picture pops into the text box, and it becomes apparent that I owe Lacy an apology.
Lacy:wanna lick?
If she had simply posted a picture a Savage Sweet’s suckers, it would be an easy no. But Lacy makes everything complicated, because although a heart-shaped lollipop is clearly visible, what lies behind is a far more ‘savage’ treat.
Meaning, it’s Lacy Savage, from her stomach to her thighs, seated, completely naked, legs spread, with just the cherry-red sucker covering her bare pussy.
She’s so perfect, she could easily be a centerfold—tanned, toned, with an adorable birthmark on her slick mons.
How the fuck am I supposed to respond to this? The obvious answer to her question is, “Hell, yeah, I wanna lick!”
But…this is Lacy Savage, a woman I have a complicated relationship with, to put it lightly.
It’s doubtful that this is a trap as most of the people in Wilson’s Grove wouldn’t respond well to a woman sending such salacious pictures out, even if both parties are single.
Which means one of two things: she’s either genuinely interested in a rendezvous, or she’s trying to curry favor.
Women typically tend to think of me as attractive, or rather, they look at me like I’m a piece of meat. Especially when they see me with Michael. Chiseled body, good father, well-mannered—all things women want.
But Lacy sees me as a villain, which can be just as much of a leg-opener to the right crowd. It’s definitely possible that Miss Savage is into bad boys, and who’s the baddest boy in her life right now? Me.
Or, she could just be trying to get me to endorse her candy shop after the very public attack I enacted on her.
Fuck, just looking at her spread with the sugary treat between her thighs has me painfully hard and begging to claim the ‘lifetime supply’ she promised.
I squeeze my eyes shut as though the small act will somehow make me capable of good decision-making.
But any hope of that was destroyed the moment Lacy hit send on that picture.
Finally, I reply with…
Colin:Thanks. I’m sure the school board will love this.
Lacy:You wouldn’t!
Colin:You’re right—I wouldn’t, but that was very bold considering our history and the fact that the only thing you have on me is me eating a Mound bar.
Lacy:If you play your cards right, maybe I’ll let you eat one of those too…
Jesus Christ, what kind of mind game is she playing? If I thought she was serious, I’d tell her to get her savagely-sweet ass over here right now, but this woman is hard to read.
And I need to tread lightly.
Against all better judgment, I say…
Colin:That’s exactly what I have a craving for…
Lacy:I think you’ll find customer satisfaction is my top priority.
Colin:I’d love to see more of your goods….
A moment later, another picture pops into our chat; this one has the crest of the heart delving between her intimate folds.
Fuck me…
I’m done trying to make good decisions. Thinking rationally is only going to keep me up all night.
