Saving Savannah - A Reverse Harem Romance, page 8
I got up, made breakfast, and devoured it ravenously. Considering the two full rounds I’d gone with the guys last night, it made sense why.
The ‘guys’…
Wow, I was thinking of them as a unit now. Was that odd? All things considered, probably not. Then again they were three individual people. They looked different. They fucked different. Each of them had stories, and goals, and lives they lead. Lives they’d even tried sharing with me, in an effort to learn more about my own…
And that, ultimately, was the key. The one thing holding me back from full disclosure. The reason I couldn’t share my life — at least not right now — even if I wanted to.
Which was why I couldn’t keep seeing them.
Or screwing them.
Or—
The alarm on my phone went off, just in time to save me from any more unwanted honesty. It was time to get dressed and greet the day, although technically I’d already greeted the day with my arms open and my legs spread and my lips parted around one of two of the most impressive cocks I’d ever had the pleasure of pleasing.
Today would be busy, and keeping busy would keep my mind off my current predicament. That part was good. I could get shit done, and tie up a few loose ends with ordering and inventory. Maybe I’d even stay open late. Take advantage of the nighttime crowds, so I could be all the more tired for what promised to be an epic night of sleep.
But there was one thing nagging at me. A small kernel of truth, growing somewhere deep in the pit of my stomach:
The more time I spent with the guys…
… the more I realized I wanted to be with them.
Twenty-Two
SAVANNAH
The day was long, productive, fantastic. And it would’ve been exhausting too, but only I had time to be exhausted.
I opened early, and closed late — all without incident. There were no visits from lecherous landlords. Nobody stopped off to hurl a brick through my window.
My last initial shipment arrived, and everything found a place on my shelves. With the armoire moved, I was able to rearrange the shop better, too. The folding screen still provided enough privacy for client readings, but now the angle gave me a full, unobstructed view over everything else that was going on.
And Salem was busy. I’d never seen a town come alive like this, not even in any of the many cities I’d lived in down south. The crowds were thick with tourism. Specifically, adventurous young couples who’d come here for the month-long Halloween festivities, and to be creeped out by the spooky history of the centuries-old New England seaport.
I held so many readings during the course of the day, there was barely time to duck into the bathroom. I welcomed it, though. Off and on, I’d get flashes of my previous shop, and previous life. Nostalgic little reminders of how much fun this actually was: collecting people’s hard-earned cash while creating memories and making them happy.
When I finally got to check my phone, it was well past sundown and I’d already skipped lunch. There were two separate messages from Erik and Roman, though I couldn’t tell which was which. Both were wildly flirtatious. Both thanked me for an amazing night.
HUNK1: You know, one of these days, we’re
actually gonna have breakfast together.
I had to laugh at that one, even it set my empty stomach grumbling.
HUNK2: You going out with Zane tomorrow?
God, it was so strange! Talking so openly like this. My lovers mentioning each other so casually, without jealousy, without having to hide anything to do with their feelings or emotions.
Or was it possible they did feel jealousy? I mean, maybe. Possibly. But then again…
Why? Was he supposed to take me out tomorrow?
I was a little confused. Maybe I’d missed something.
If so, he hasn’t asked.
It was so weird, talking about going out on a date with the close friend of someone I’d just screwed six ways to Sunday. Or Friday, rather. Depending on how you looked at it.
HUNK2: You should definitely hang out with
him tomorrow. Trust me.
My stomach went tight, as the familiar butterflies returned. I was more than happy to see Zane. Even if our date was being set up by someone else.
HUNK2: He’ll be in touch, I’m sure. Have fun!
My pulse was racing by the time our conversation was finished. I was overtired. Ready to go home. The idea of my apartment made me suddenly giddy, and I wanted nothing more than to take my boots off and kick my feet up and maybe have a glass of wine before bed.
Have fun…
That part should’ve been the strangest of all: one guy wishing me a good time with another. But then again they were friends, and close friends at that. So far all three of them had been beyond comfortable with what we were doing. So much in fact, that I kept meaning to ask them if maybe they’d done this before.
The walk back was crisp and invigorating, but it used up the last of my energy. I unlocked the door, tossed my keys on the table, and headed straight into my bedroom to slip into my favorite pair of comfy sweatpants.
I barely had my bottoms down when my phone alerted me to another text message:
HUNK3: I heard you had fun with Erik and Roman.
Jeeze, what do you say to something like that!
Fun, huh? Is that what they called it?
Hey, if he was gonna ask…
HUNK3: I’m cashing that raincheck tomorrow night.
So be sure to rest up.
The butterflies in my belly took flight. I could only imagine what we’d be doing.
Okay. The resting up part is a given.
Ditto for you too, by the way.
What Zane wrote next pretty much said it all:
Oh don’t worry about me, baby.
I’ll bring enough energy for the both of us.
Twenty-Three
ZANE
She wore a series of flowing, shimmering skirts — aqua blue on gold — with a ruffled, off-the-shoulder blouse on top. It seemed more of a costume than an actual outfit. Especially with her hair tied beneath a red satin scarf, which draped down low over one of her shoulders.
It was a far cry from the jeans and T-shirt I’d seen her in last time.
“Wow!” I said, as Savannah locked the door of her shop behind me. “You even look like a fortune teller!”
“Yeah yeah,” she said dismissively. I couldn’t help but check out her ass as she bent to pull the plug on her bright neon ‘OPEN’ sign. “I sold out.”
“Sold out?”
“I mean I’ve been visiting other shops in the area,” she shrugged. “Doing some recon on the competition. Seems like customers want a gypsy, even if I’m not one.” She shrugged. “I guess it’s an authenticity thing.”
“More like a visual thing,” I said, shaking my head. “Half these people wouldn’t know a true gypsy from a Halloween costume. But hey… wanna know something?”
She looked up at me, batting those beautiful eyelashes. “What?”
“It’s working for you.”
I stepped into her, sliding my arms around her delicate waist. Locking my wrists somewhere near the small of her back, as she relaxed and melted into me.
God. I’d been waiting for this all day.
“So what’s the plan?” she asked, sighing into my chest. “I hear you’re taking me out?”
“Uh huh.”
“Cool.”
“Sure is,” I said, tilting her face toward mine. Her scent was intoxicating. Sweet and fragrant, like vanilla icing. “But first I want that reading.”
Savannah pulled back a bit and smiled up at me. Her expression became even more gypsy-like. Almost diabolical.
“Step into my parlor,” she cooed.
“Said the spider to the fly?”
“Something like that.”
She took me by the hand and led me to the screened off area where I knew she did her readings. I let her guide me to a chair, then slide behind me. With a gentle push on my shoulders, I was sitting.
“What kind of reading would you like?” she whispered huskily, brushing her lips lightly against my ear.
“Ummm…”
Already I was at a loss. My whole body was suddenly alive again, remembering its need for her.
I held out my palm. Savannah took it gently between her hands, then lowered her lips to one side of my neck.
“Okay…”
She kissed me, and my whole body was on fire. Then she did it again and again, planting a series of hot, sizzling kisses up and down my neck, from my ear to my shoulder.
“You taste salty,” she giggled musically.
“Sorry. Been moving stuff all day.”
“No, it’s good,” she murmured. “You taste like a man.”
Everything was limp now: my shoulders, my arms. Even my head lolled back, to where I could feel her soft red curls brushing against one of my cheeks. It was heaven, floating in limbo like this. Feeling that wash of electricity sweep over me, as every one of my senses came alive.
“I’d better read you before I eat you,” Savannah breathed, tracing the tip of her tongue along the curve of my ear.
“Believe me, the feeling’s mutual,” I managed.
Somehow her hands had found their way to my shoulders. She was massaging me expertly, like she’d done such a thing all her life. Her strong hands clenching and unclenching, digging into my traps. Sliding down to squeeze the soreness out of my delts, before slipping back up again.
It went on for a while — the two of us just enjoying the physical closeness, amidst the silence of her shop. I wanted it to go on forever, really. But like all good things…
“Okay, give me your palm.”
Savannah slid into the chair across from me, and took my open hand. After staring at it for a good half minute, her eyes found mine.
“Your lifeline is long and strong,” she said, tracing something in my palm. “It’s also curved, which is a good thing.”
I raised an eyebrow. “And why’s that?”
“It means you’re dynamic,” she said. “Strong and enthusiastic about life in general.”
“You needed my palm to tell you that?” I chuckled.
“Hush.”
I watched her eyes flit back and forth, as she read some more. God, she was so fucking beautiful. I found myself memorizing every line of her perfect face; from her high cheekbones to her ruby lips to her soft, feminine jaw.
“Your head line is shorter, but it’s wavy as hell.” She glanced up at me again. “You’re impulsive, but sometimes unfocused. And you have a short attention span, don’t you?”
“What?” I joked.
“And your heart line…” Savannah made a ‘tsk tsk’ sound and shook her head. “Well, that’s no good. It looks like mine.”
She held out her own palm, tracing the curve so I could see the similarities.
“Why is it no good?”
“You’ve had many lovers,” she went on, “but very few serious relationships. And you fall too easily. You’ve had your heart broken a few times, and—”
She stopped herself rather abruptly, then moved to take her hand back. I held her wrist though, and traced a line of my own.
“Your heart line breaks,” I said. “Here and here. And here.”
“It doesn’t break,” Savannah corrected. “It separates.”
“Yeah, but it separates into three.”
A smile curled its way across my face as I gauged her reaction. It wasn’t a bad one. It was more… interesting.
“Who’s getting the reading,” she asked. “You or me?”
“Okay, okay.”
She took my palm again, this time holding it open. Using two hands she spread it wide, running her fingers lightly along mine.
“You have fire hands,” she said emphatically.
“Fire hands?”
“Yes.”
“And how do you know that?”
“Because your skin is flushed, and the length of your palm is greater than the length of your fingers.”
I squinted downward, and damn if she wasn’t right. In relation to my fingers, my palm was big and wide and rectangular. I’d never really noticed.
“You’re probably an Aries,” she said. “Or maybe a—”
“Hmm?”
“What’s your birth sign?”
I shrugged my shoulders. “No clue.”
Savannah snorted. “You’re kidding right?”
“Nope.”
“Okay, so when’s your birthday?”
I hesitated for a moment, studying her face. I could tell right away they hadn’t told her.
“Actually, my birthday’s today.”
She looked back at me in stunned surprise. “You’re lying.” When I continued nodding slowly, she cocked her head. “It is? Really?”
“Uh huh.”
I slipped my wallet from my pocket for the hell of it, then dropped it open on the table between us. My driver’s license photo stared up at her, my smiling, dorky face at least five years younger.
“Holy shit,” said Savannah.
I laughed inwardly. Her astonishment was actually kinda cute. Her expression had changed from gypsy-like seriousness to one of fun and adorement.
“Well then,” she said, looking down at my hand again. She turned it over a few times just for effect, then smiled up at me. “That changes things.”
“It does?”
“Yup,” she smiled wickedly. “Now I see a blowjob in your future.”
I felt my skin tingle, my pulse go up. “You do?”
Sliding from her chair, she pulled the table back and began climbing into my lap.
“Oh yeah.”
I swallowed hard, past the lump of excitement in my throat.
“Near future?”
She was kissing my neck again, as her fingers deftly undid my lower button and pulled down my zipper.
“Uh huh.”
“W—What happens after that?” I stammered, watching her sink sultrily to the floor. She pulled down my jeans, then my shorts, as I lifted my ass to help out.
“That part’s cloudy…” Savannah purred from her knees. My cock was rock-hard, and already in her hand. She stroked it a few times before closing her mouth over the head.
“I’ll let you know if it comes in clearer, though,” she winked, then went down on me.
Twenty-Four
SAVANNAH
He groaned loudly as my lips closed over him. Sinking back into the chair with a contented sigh, as I took him all the way down.
It’s his birthday.
So that’s why the other guys were saying I should be out with Zane tonight! It all made sense now.
And you’re blowing the birthday boy.
To be honest, I couldn’t think of a better last-minute gift.
I focused on making it good for him, on giving him the best head of his life. I sucked hard on the upstroke. Made my lips so tight he practically grunted in approval, before letting my tongue dance deliciously along the underside of his shaft on the way down.
He’s got such a great cock, too.
Long. Smooth. Perfect for sucking.
My hands settled somewhere over his bare thighs, where my freshly-manicured fingernails threatened to dig in. I was teasing him. Torturing him. Dividing his attention between the threat of pain and blissful pleasure.
“Are you liking your birthday gift so far?” I asked, popping him loudly from my mouth.
Zane looked down at me, totally hypnotized with lust. He nodded vaguely, like a hostage unable to make a move.
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
Gripping him by the base I went down on him some more, only this time I worked his balls too. His cock was all slick and beautiful, covered in my saliva. His balls were thick and heavy and impossibly warm, as I rolled them gently but firmly in my palm.
“You’re insatiable,” Zane managed to murmur. “You know that?”
Still blowing him deeply, I nodded vigorously in agreement.
“Holy fucking shit…” he sighed.
There were two hands in my hair now, guiding my head. Pumping it up and down, starting at the base and stopping short right before the head left my hot, wet mouth.
God, just look at him.
I glanced up, and found him staring down into my eyes. He was lost in the moment. Completely consumed by what I was doing between his legs. For a full minute I held his starry-eyed gaze, admiring every curve of his handsome face while continuing to lick and suck all along the length of him.
Then I totally went to town.
“Fuck…”
I could feel his arousal building, as Zane grew harder in my hand and throat. My hair was brushing his thighs now. I was giving him everything I had.
“Come for me, honey…” I told him, stopping just long enough to slap him against my tongue. “Right here. Right in my mouth.”
He squirmed as I kneaded his balls some more, manipulating them with my fingers. That must’ve done the trick, because his whole body stiffened and his ass left the chair…
And then suddenly he was coming, throbbing, shooting. Three, four, five big spurts, straight down my hot, slutty throat. I squeezed his balls gently at the penultimate moment, and tightened my grip around the base of his cock. Beneath my fingers, I could feel every twitch, every pulse. The raw strength of his orgasm made me totally wet, as each powerful contraction caused my hand to flex open and closed.
Zane sank backward when he was done, so limp and loose I thought he might slide right out of the chair. I kept going until I’d drained him completely and licked him unapologetically clean.
