Page 52 of Scar

She snorts and rolls her eyes before she holds out her hand. “Start over?” she asks.

I place my hand in hers and shake. “Let’s start again,” I agree.

She smiles and gets up and I follow her, but we both come to a stop when the van starts violently rocking and a woman starts screaming.

“YES! Fuck me, Bambi!”

Rhea and I both exchange a wide eyed look both before we start laughing and head inside to tell everyone.

“I feel like we are perving,”I mutter to Star.

She shrugs and takes a sip of her wine. “It’s fine, the boy is becoming a man.” I look around at all of us stood around the van, all waiting for Bambi to resurface as a man. Eventually the door slides open and a thoroughly satisfied looking Bambi steps out. All the men irrupt in cheers and whistle. Bambi lets out a laugh and looks away, slightly embarrassed before he holds his hand out to help the woman out of the van. She steps out on shaky legs and rests her hands on his shoulders, kissing him passionately.

“You men need to learn something from him,” she states before walking off.

“Well, who would have thought the 19 year old is a fucking sex god,” Star mutters.

Ghost stands behind her. “You’ve got one god darlin’, you don’t need two,” he mutters to her before slapping her behind.

She smiles and shrugs. “As much as I want to argue and tell him he is full of shit, he’s telling the truth and he knows it.”

Ghost walks over to Bambi and hands him a beer. “You’re a man now. Congratulations.” Ghost pats him on the back and everyone starts moving over to where the fire pit is.

“Pres, thank you,” Bambi says with meaning. “Not just for that, and not that it wasn’t fucking great, but for accepting me when I have nothing,” he tells Ghost honestly. Star squeezes my arm, her gaze warm and soft.

Ghost gives him a chin lift. “Prove yourself as a member, and then we will see about you getting a real cut.”

Bambi’s grin widens. “Yes, Pres.”

Star walks up to Bambi and presses a gentle kiss to his cheek, Ghost watching her every move as she does. “Jesus Bambi, go shower. You smell like pussy.” Star mock retches.

Bambi laughs. “I know,” he states proudly.

“Bambi, when you’re showered, you’re to relieve Tiny,” Ghost yells back to him. Bambi nods and jogs inside to shower.

Scar stalks his way to me, pulling me into his arms. “You good?” he asks. I know that he is asking about the talk I had with Rhea.

I nod. “Yeah, we’re good.”

He smiles and presses his mouth to mine. “Come on, I want to get you drunk. Then I might take advantage of you,” he teases, winking.

“You don’t need me drunk to take advantage,” I counter as he threads his fingers through mine and walks us over to the fire pit.

He laughs while a low groan escapes his throat. “We will stay for twenty more minutes, then I’m taking you home and fucking you.”

“You can’t leave early when it’s your own party,” I laugh in protest, although I think I would rather do that.

“I will do what I want, and what I want is you naked, wet, and writhing beneath me,” he says, whispering in my ear low enough for only me to hear.

Suddenly, I don’t want to wait twenty more minutes. I want him now. Scar looks down on me with lust and amusement in his eyes. I give him my middle finger for making me feel this way, especially in front of other people. He throws his head back and laughs before he grabs the back of my head and places a soft chaste kiss on my lips.

“Patience, Angel. In 30 minutes I will have you screaming my name,” he vows.

“30? Why not make it 10?” I challenge.

He turns his body to mine, blocking me from prying eyes. “Don’t tempt me. I will happily bend you over that picnic table and fuck you for all to see,” he threatens in a low voice for only me to hear. I grin as I bite down on my bottom lip. “Jesus, I’ve created a monster,” he laughs. He pauses, holding up his finger before he turns around and clicks his fingers. Suddenly a Prospect turns up with a box, holding it out to me. “Open it,” Scar orders.

I place the box down and lift the lid. My smile instantly widens as I reach in and pull out my very own cut, stating‘Property of Scar’on it. I make quick work of getting it on, beaming up at Scar. Leaning in close, his lips brush across mine.

---