Page 25 of Small Town Beast 2: Saverin’s Duet (Sins of the South)

ELEVEN

ABSALOM

Lorrie and Absalom tangled together on the couch, their kisses melting into each other one by one. Her plum-soft lips tasted like pecan pie though they hadn’t eaten a bite.

He regretted nothing. He must honor his promise to her and keep everything else running— the family, the Harvest. That would be tough— maybe even dangerous, since the same prejudice that had poisoned Roman’s rule hadn’t gone anywhere.

It would be a slow process getting Lorrie to be accepted.

And maybe they would never accept her. But so be it.

In twenty-four hours he’d nearly lost her twice.

Life was just too short to live it by other people’s narrow expectations.

Love was priceless. He’d rather have Lorrie and be nothing, than have the whole mountain and let her go.

“You happy?” he asked her, kissing down her neck.

“Like a cat in cream,” she smiled. “It’s perfect, Abi. It’s so pretty in every way. Is it really a diamond?”

“I was told they got science involved to make it, but yes. Chemically, physically, metaphysically…” He hoped Lorrie didn’t care, although it supposedly cheapened the “value” of the stone.

Lorrie was a vegetarian and was always showing him depressing YouTube videos on children in mines and cows in machines.

It seemed like something she would want— something harmlessly made, but just as beautiful as the real thing.

Her eyes lit up and he relaxed. “It’s perfect,” she murmured.

He watched in amusement as she twisted her hand this way and that way, hypnotized by the twinkling lights in the stone.

“Tomorrow night let’s get dinner to celebrate. That place you like,” he said, with no idea how he was going to make that happen, what with all the things he needed to do up on Roman’s hill. But Lorrie’s happiness brought him such pleasure he would have moved mountains.

“Fancy,” Lorrie teased. “You really want to spoil me like that?”

Money was no longer going to be a concern for Absalom, but he only said, “I was gonna take you there anyway for your birthday. We’ll just go twice. Or go to that place where they sell the wine…You remember Francine talking about that?”

“Don’t even talk to me about Francine right now.”

He grinned. “Come here.”

“Mmmm…Abi, shouldn’t you be getting back?” Lorrie whispered, though she wrapped her arms around his neck.

Yes.

“I’ve only been gone an hour.”

“Two,” Lorrie corrected.

Reckless already. But I can’t stop…

“We can be up there in five minutes.”

“Ten.”

Both laughing, he slanted her down into the couch, allowing the world to fall away between kisses, until it was just the two of them and the tension of their long-suppressed lust snapped like the string of a fiddle.

Lorrie’s hands spanned Abi’s broad chest, tunneling under his T-shirt to stroke his muscles. His tongue swept her mouth again and he laid her out on the couch, kissing down her stomach.

“I love you,” she said.

“Aw, Lorrie…”

He bra came off with a snap, and her breasts spilled out over her chest. Absalom ducked his head and put one in his mouth, laving it thoroughly, and then the other, suckling them up to the hard tips he loved the most. She held him there, letting him suck and pull to his heart’s desire.

The ring glittered on Lorrie’s finger, a diamond in a field of his wheat-colored hair.

She smelled like flowers and baked pastry.

He was going to marry her. They had nearly died.

Hiram. The Snatch Hills. Lorrie moaning underneath him.

A million wild thoughts raged in Absalom’s mind, none as important as the urging of his body to take things farther with Lorraine than they ever had before.

How far?

Not far, he lied to himself. We can wait for the Reverend, wait for the church…

His hand fumbled with the button on her daisy dukes, which he slipped as easily as he’d untacked her bra.

But after a couple failed attempts to get the zipper down, he dove back in between her breasts again with coarse hunger, encouraged by her bucking and riding in his lap.

Don’t get her naked. Then you won’t be able to stop.

Her rust-colored nipples thrust out indecently to meet him. She was half-naked and he hadn’t removed a stitch. Typical of their hookups, except he’d never let it get much farther than this. Sucking on her titties, rubbing her pussy over her clothes…Nothing more.

His hand fluttered back to the zipper a couple more times, but again and again he returned to her breasts, but no longer did it satisfy him.

In fact, it hadn’t for a while. So soft…

damn these fucking whorish shorts to blazes.

Why wouldn’t the damned things come off?

The resistance he met from her steep curves as he tried jerking the material down and down only turned him on.

His cock rocked up hard as a hammer. He gripped himself and pictured fucking her from the back as her tremendous ass bounced up and down on it. A groan slipped out of his mouth.

“Does it hurt?” Lorrie asked.

“What?”

“Your— your penis.”

Absalom turned red to his hairline. “I’m just trying to hold back.”

“But we’re getting married,” Lorrie teased.

“We ain’t married yet.” He rolled her on top of him. “These damned things,” he laughed, frustrated by the tight fit of her shorts. “Did you stitch yourself into ‘em?”

“Let me, Abi.”

Once the shorts went sailing across the floor he realized his mistake. As he explored this new and forbidden part of her, Lorrie sneakily unlatched the fastening of his heavy grass-stained jeans.

“Hey,” he said, catching her little fingers in his.

“So I can’t feel you after all that nuzzling you did on my titties?”

“Careful what you wish for, Lorrie, that’s all.” He snapped the pink panties she was wearing. “And by the way, this is a mighty interesting getup for a church girl.”

“Don’t bring church into this.”

“No, let’s not.”

She laughed and jiggled her ass. And against his judgment he slipped his hand inside.

Lorrie clung to him. Circuits began shorting in his brain. Wet. Warm. Soft. His finger dipped low and came up coated in something sticky.

And it tasted like…

It tasted like pulling her panties aside and sliding through her woman’s cream to push on something that made her twitch and moan.

It tasted like Lorrie grinding on him, her arms slung around his neck and her mouth getting ravished.

Absalom got his ring finger at the tight seal and pushed, pushed, while Lorrie made noises he’d never heard before.

His cock was so hard it did hurt now, and he leaned into the pain with pleasure.

All he could think of was to bury it deep inside her; that was the only remedy. What if she used her mouth? What if—

Somehow his fly was down. He’d let it happen.

Lorrie was sucking and biting on his neck and his fly was down, showing the top of his Looms and the wet patch from his own hungry dick.

Absalom was dimly aware, through a fog of lust, that they’d somehow crossed a line.

He rarely ever took his clothes off when they hooked up.

That was his limit. Once Lorrie started touching on him like she was doing now— fanning her hands over his chest, seizing his soldier with both hands and jerking it— game over.

He’d always held himself back. Never wanting to take it past the point where he couldn’t stop it.

And then his fucking phone rang.

“Ignore it,” Lorrie gasped, though she’d been the one to remind him of his duties. “Please.”

He dragged her back for a deep and dirty kiss, burying his hands in her thick curly hair and twisting it around and around. “Baby, I got to head back.”

“But you want to stay here,” she whispered in his ear, rubbing her bare titties deliberately on his chest. When did she take her shirt off?

The temperature of the room had climbed by degrees; they were covered in sweat. The heady perfume off Lorrie’s body drove him crazy. He buried his face in her heavy tits. She settled into position in his lap, ass thrust out as he explored her deeper.

“Abi, let me,” she moaned as he again batted her hands away from his dick.

He was hunting for a shard of his splintering control to fend off the beast. Right now the beast was roaring for him to blow a thick white load in Lorrie’s virgin pussy. And Lorrie was egging it on. Maybe she didn’t even realize what she was doing.

“You don’t have to,” he growled. “You’re still a virgin. We can wait— do it proper—fuck—grip ‘im tighter, Lorrie, I like that. I like…”

“Just kiss me,” she whispered, and opened her mouth against his.

Their tongues locked and Absalom couldn’t take it any more; fucking his ring finger into her didn’t satisfy him and he couldn’t jerk off tonight to ease the fire in his balls; too busy; something had to give.

He pushed her down and stuck the panties aside. She shaves was the last coherent though before he pushed his long middle finger between her pussy lips and watched her plumpness wrap around it snugly before he parted them to reveal the hidden heart of her flower.

“What are you doing?” she whispered.

What I should have done years ago. He leaned down and for the first time tasted Lorrie’s nectar from the source.

Before Absalom knew it he had her losing her absolute mind; screaming and moaning and clawing his hair as he slurped and suckled and teased her nub as if they had all the time in the fucking world.

She was so goddamned sexy even when her dulce-de-leche thighs closed on his ears and she started rocking like she was gonna pop his head off, he dove deeper.

Let her kill him like this; he’d die happy.

He flattened his tongue and drank every fucking drop, and maybe his finger did slip inside her and got more of that peach juice gushing into his mouth. She seemed to like that.

“Abi if you don’t stop I’ll beg you,” she said.

He raised up and twisted his finger inside her, deeper. “What?”

“I’ll beg you to do it to me.”