Page 7 of Small Town Beast 2: Saverin’s Duet (Sins of the South)

What was he thinking? She had no idea. His green eyes looked like liquid gold in the soft yellow light. He was staring at her intensely.

“What?”

“Aw, nothing.” He cleared his throat. “Nothing.”

He took her by the waist and kissed her.

“Baby,” she whispered as he moved his lips down to her neck. “It’s time; I got to check it.”

“I want twins,” he said.

“Hush, let me check it.” She stepped back and raised the stick. They both stared at it.

“What does that mean, Tanya?”

“Not pregnant,” Tanya stammered.

Saverin put both hands on his head. His eyes shuttered.

Tanya exhaled a long, slow breath.

“You disappointed?” he asked hoarsely, watching her.

“I don’t know what I am,” she confessed. “Oh my God. Okay, Saverin. Okay.”

Saverin smiled crookedly. “I want you to have my kids. But if it ain’t the right time then it ain’t the right time…

” He spread a hand on her flat stomach, a tender caress that sent a shiver through her womb.

He spoke barely above a murmur. “Not now…but someday. When God wills it. Tanya, come live with me. I’ll get your stuff; you can stay with me as long as you want. ”

“You’ll have me pregnant in a month, then,” she accused.

“Less than that,” he grinned.

Tanya laughed shakily, throwing the stick in the bin. “I guess Rory’s gonna make me that drink after all.”

“What if it’s wrong?” Saverin asked, looking down at the bin. “What if it’s a false negative?”

“The box says ‘99.99% accuracy’. I’m not pregnant, honey.”

Saverin nodded, and his face regained that cool mask which hid every emotion from view. He really did want a baby . Tanya stood on her tiptoes and kissed him gently. “Someday,” she whispered.

Still, the mask. “I know, darlin’,” he said.

He opened the bathroom door for her, and Tanya walked out, still not sure if her empty womb was a cause to celebrate or mourn.

“A villa in Jamaica!” Gwen said. “And a castle. I want a castle. Do they have those in America?”

Rory flushed. “Remember Lord of the Rings ? You can make something like that elf palace.”

“Exactly,” Gwen breathed. “Now you’re talking, Rory.”

“I just want a nice, simple house,” Tanya said. “With a pool we can use in the summer. So I can finally learn to swim.” She lay across Gwen’s couch, her legs draped over Saverin’s lap.

“How about we buy this trailer park, and we make everybody pay us rent?” Gwen mused. “That’s what they call ‘passive income’.”

“The first thing you ladies need is a lawyer,” said Saverin, who had become the annoying voice of reason.

“Until you get legal representation and you have that money in the bank, don’t sign any checks.

” He directed this more towards Tanya, having already judged that Gwen was a lost cause.

“You girls ought to take the lump sum and invest as much as you can in stocks and bonds. Ten years from now you’ll have double the money. ”

Tanya ruffled his hair. “Have another drink, Mister Serious.”

“That’s a great idea,” Gwen agreed. “Rory, can you make us some Cowboys?”

Saverin stiffened.

“Oh, no. Nuh-uh,” he said. “Won’t do it.”

“What’s a cowboy?” Tanya asked.

“Dangerous,” replied Saverin grimly.

“Oh, it’s just tequila and peach juice,” said Gwen. “With vodka, sometimes. And a Natty Light if you’re feelin’ nasty. RORY! DO WE HAVE VODKA?”

“Yup,” Rory called back.

“This is the best night ever,” said Gwen happily.

Many hours later, Saverin stumbled through a doorway down an unfamiliar hall. He was three sheets to the wind and had somehow lost Tanya inside a two-bedroom double-wide trailer.

“TANYA!” he roared.

“In here, baby,” came a giggle to his left.

He went through the door. It was dark as pitch. “Where’s the fuckin’ light?”

“Just follow my voice and quit hollerin’,” Tanya hissed.

He took three steps forward and Tanya’s hand found him in the darkness.

“There,” she said, drawing him down gently to the bed. “You are so drunk.”

“My Pappy used to say you ain’t drunk if you got two feet under you. God rest his bastardin’ soul.”

“Uh huh. Sit your big self down before you trip on something. This room is a mess.”

He sat and began stroking her hair, ruffling out her kinks and coils the way he liked. He said, “You are the luckiest girl in the world right now, Tanya Weaver.”

“Why, ‘cause High and Mighty Saverin Bailey wants to be my baby daddy?” she teased, climbing into his lap.

“Are you drunk?” Saverin asked suspiciously.

“Mm. A little.”

“Thank God, me too.”

Tanya kissed the hard lines of his neck. “Hmm…While you were gone…I was laying here…”

“Thinking about what?” he squeezed her hard, with both hands. And she squeezed him back, in a very different place.

“Oh, I see.” Saverin slid a hand up her bare leg. “Drop them panties, then.”

“I don’t have to do what you tell me,” Tanya slurred. She ran her fingers through Saverin’s long hair, and rubbed the broad planes of his muscular chest. Lord have mercy. The man was built like a Viking Conqueror.

“Well, shit,” Saverin said.

Oops. Had she said that out loud?

He flipped her on her back and peeled off her panties. In the darkness there was only the suggestion of a shape; everything else was all touch and smell and deep, shivering sensation.

Tanya groaned as he knelt and licked her seam, long brushing strokes through her wetness. She must be ovulating, because between her legs felt full of jelly. Saverin could eat it all night long…

“Yes I could,” he growled.

Shoot. “What was in that drink?” Tanya moaned, rocking her hips deeper into his mouth.

“I told you it weren’t to be trusted,” Saverin said, his Appalachian accent growing thicker. “You know why they call ‘em Cowboys?”

“No.”

“They make you want to ride all night.”

Tanya smothered a laugh with her hand. And a moan. “Be serious.”

“It’s true. Let me show you.” A long thick finger found an entrance, followed by another. Tanya’s moans reached another pitch.

“I love the way you taste, honey. Reminds me of the first night we met.”

“You just wanted to take advantage of me, then,” Tanya accused.

“I still do.” He opened her legs wider and bussed his tongue somewhere she didn’t expect. Tanya shrieked and Saverin honed in, sucking and licking, stroking, until she melted right into his mouth. Melted…then exploded. Recovered. Only to do it again. And again…

“Baby, please!” she cried.

Laughing, Saverin got up and stumbled out of the room to the bathroom. Tanya heard water running, and a curse as he almost tripped—again– this time over Gwen’s cat.

“YROWWW!”

“Well don’t plant your ass in the damned way, then,” Saverin told it.

“In here,” Tanya called.

He followed the sound of her voice again, banging into every surface imaginable. Tanya had never seen Saverin so out of control, and it was hard not to laugh. Loudly.

He entered the room, with difficulty. “Yeah, it’s funny ain’t it? I ought to take you over my knee…Motherfuck! Is this a trailer or a corn maze?”

“Shhhh,” Tanya giggled helplessly. “You’ll wake up Gwen and Rory.”

“They’re in there smoking weed or something. Virginia Gold, smells like.”

“That’s very specific..”

“Get over here,” Saverin commanded.

Then they were back at it, kissing and touching and stroking.

“You want to know something?” Tanya whispered, petting his chest as he held her in an almost protective embrace.

“What, darlin’?”

“After Amari’s father, you’re the only man I’ve ever gone to bed with.”

“Really?”

She nodded. “I don’t know if that means anything…”

“I want to be the last,” he said, catching her chin. “The last, the only…You understand me?”

“Yeah,” Tanya said quietly. “I do.”

A few minutes later Tanya breathlessly waited as he unclasped his belt and dropped his jeans.

Rough handling brought her to the edge of the bed.

His manhood passed her navel when he lined it up with her.

Dizzily she wondered how she was able to take so much; Saverin had often wondered the same thing, out loud, while he was burying it inside her.

“How does it feel to be a millionaire, Miss Weaver?” Saverin murmured, slicking his thumb through the foamy mess smeared across her thighs. She had never been wetter in her life.

“Feels good, Mister Bailey.”

When she used that name he turned to pure steel against her belly. Arrogant bastard. She reached down to make sure.

“Mister Bailey,” she said, stroking. “Ohh, Mister Bailey, you’re so hard and thick.”

“I reckon those riches have gone to your head already,” he said tightly, thrusting into her hands.

“Uh huh. Soon I’ll be the one paying you to fuck me.”

“A girl gets a little minted, thinks she’s goddamned Cleopatra. How d’you want it?”

“The same way you do.”

She covered her mouth as Saverin thrust inside her fully with no preparation.

Her scream choked off as his great weight crushed her to the bed.

All her organs seemed to shift around the pressure of his invasion.

He was huge , and for some reason she forgot that, every single time.

She clenched around him in a sudden climax, screaming her pleasure into his chest.

“Still tight as fuck.” He fought her grip on every delicious stroke. “There’s nobody like you, Tanya.”

“I’m yours,” she blurted. The words tumbled out unchecked.

“Good,” he said. Saverin tasted like sex and liquor and freedom. His tongue stormed her mouth, taking, plundering. There was nothing between them now. Nothing.

Tanya wrapped her arms around him tightly and gave up trying to be quiet. Fuck it. She wanted to scream from what he was doing to her, so she screamed. And he rode her harder, driven by the dark passion that demanded his surrender as much as Tanya now surrendered to him.

“Take it,” he gritted, his forehead against hers, his hips rolling and thrusting with barely-controlled force. “Will you take it, honey?”

“Yes!” she gasped.

“My girl…good girl… fuck . Fuck! How is she this tight–”

“Oh!”

“Louder,” Saverin said. “I like when you holler. Scream the fuckin’ roof down.”

Tanya twined her legs around his waist, tipped herself back to take him even deeper, and did.