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Saverin barely remembered getting back to the house. The only thing stuck in his mind was the way Tanya had shuddered against him when all was done, and how she turned up her face to be kissed. He slid his tongue inside her mouth and made love to her that way, holding and rolling her breasts to their cherry points the way she seemed to love so much.

He thought she would be tired, push him off, beg to go back. Instead Tanya straddled him in the water, allowing him to grab more handfuls of her and find a new ache in his balls that had to be relieved. She gasped as he rocked up again.

“Ain’t no way,” she whispered.

“You know how fuckin’ sexy you are?” He growled.

The blunt crown pressured her asshole and she squirmed away from it; he returned her firmly to the position, wondering how much he’d have to pay her to let him try it. What a sick thought. Sick, disgusting, tempting.

“Mmm…Saverin!” He dragged her back down on his cock, fighting back inside her puss, and somehow, somehow , she was even fucking tighter than before.

“Oh my God,” she moaned, and started shuddering and shaking and he was nearly lost in her orgasm himself, gone blind. His head fell back and he blinked up at the spinning forest canopy. Or was it the canopy of her curly, silky hair dangling over him? The beads of water on her skin shivered. Spit shone on her plump lower lip. She hadn’t sucked his dick yet, how much would that be? He gritted his teeth. Don’t nut in her, Bailey, for the love of God!

Her turned her over and removed himself. Fuck it… This time he slid between her legs, not penetrating her but letting her thick thighs grab onto him. She got the idea and crossed her legs, remaining in that position of utter submission until Saverin belted another load over her ass in heavy ropes.

He didn’t remember getting out, or carrying Tanya out, but somehow they stopped ravishing each other long enough to get dressed and stumble back to the house.

They had been down at the springs an hour– how was that even possible?— but the walk up the hill seemed to take two. Tanya was quiet and shivering next to him but seemed more bright-eyed than when she first stumbled across his way.It felt like a victory.

He led her into the kitchen where she made a beeline for the sink and started washing the remnants of his seed off her face and chest with cold water.

He passed her a towel. “I’ll leave you to shower; don’t let that sulfur stay on you.”

“You have lotion? That made me so ashy.”

“What’s ashy?”

She showed him.

“White folk don’t have that,” he said.

“Lies. Hold out your arm.”

He did, and to his surprise she was right. “I’ll be damned,” he grumbled. “Well you can’t expect me to go anointing myself with all manner of potions when it ain’t even visible.”

“Lotion,” Tanya advised. “Does wonders.”

He showed her what he’d got from the woman who’d sent him down to Wilks Johnny. Tanya was horrified.

“It could have been hexed,” she chided him.

“I doubt that.”

Tanya sniffed the bottle. “It smells like lavender…strange. But I wouldn’t use it. People are crazy these days.”

He pretended to dab a tiny bit on her “ashy” arm and she actually screamed and cussed him. Chuckling, he set down the little mystery bottle and thought no more about it.

While Saverin waited for Tanya to clean up he sent his cousin Crash a text, put off that the man hadn’t replied yet. Sometimes Crash went off for days on end around Virginia hunting down bail jumpers, and sometimes he was just in a story with his crazy wife. But Crash was reliable and the best man to ask for the job. Saverin needed to know if he could do it.

“You still want to go Rowanville today?” he asked Tanya through the bathroom door, in case she changed her mind and wanted to wait here for him, naked, oiled, and tied to the bed.

“Yes. I owe somebody money,” she called back.

“Who’s that?”

“None of your business,” she sang.

When she came out of the bathroom he asked her again what she meant but she just shrugged him off. Likely it was that private investigator. Saverin didn’t have time to shake the man down today but for certain he’d be getting Tanya’s money— technically his money — back from that cretin before the month was out.

“I need to check on something up here so you can just take my truck down to Rowanville and back,” he told her. “You okay with that?”

Tanya stared at him. “Are you for real ?”

“You got a license, right?”

“Yes… You’re really letting me drive your truck?”

“I’ll use my brother’s.” He hadn’t touched Sam’s truck in months. “You’ll have to give me a jump but it should work fine,” he assured Tanya as if she had asked.

“Okay, Saverin.”

He put the Legacy keys in her hand and she was still looking at him funny.

“For Chrissake, Tanya, it ain’t nothing.”

“You still have that gun in there?”

“No, I took it out. You want it?”

“Hell no!”

“Then go on.” He smacked her ass and she hugged him again, and they were kissing again…

“Go before I turn you out a third time,” he growled.

“Hm,” she said. She stood on tiptoe and kissed him on the cheek. “Thanks.”

Very late in the day Tanya returned his truck, and from the look on her face he could tell her journey had been as pointless as his.

“The office was closed,” she said tiredly, handing him back his keys. “I need to get back there tomorrow. Shoot, I work tomorrow. Day after that.”

“So your loan shark has an office?

“He does, but don’t ask me for no address. I know how you get.”

“How do I get?”

“Crazy,” said Tanya.

She sat next to him and crossed her arms on her knees. Doubling over, she hid her face.

Saverin rubbed her back and stroked her hair. Despite her breeziness he could tell she was hurting.

“I went to the place he went missing,” she revealed to his surprise. Her arms muffled her voice. “Looked around there some more…Then I went to Mama’s house.”

“You saw your mother?” His hand stilled on her hair.

“She wasn’t home. It was for nothing.”

“What did you want with her?”

“To cuss her ass out,” said Tanya viciously. “Not like it would change anything,” she added in a softer voice.

His day had been a bust as well. Saverin hadn’t found Crash, who was apparently on a mission out in Oklahoma. He was supposed to be getting back tomorrow.

Tanya turned to him and put her arms around him. “Saverin, honey, can I sleep here tonight? I won’t be a bother. I don’t want to go back to my place.”

“Of course,” he said. “Let me go put dinner on.”

“What’s for dinner?”

“Ah– microwave lasagna. And biscuits. I expect you’ll need a ride to work tomorrow?”

“Yes. I don’t want to keep borrowing your truck. You should see the looks I was getting, leaving Florin!”

“They just couldn’t believe Saverin got himself a girl so pretty,” he teased.

“Yeah, I’m sure it was that.” Tanya shook her head and followed him into the house.