Page 73 of Witch Queens: Tales from Oz

I started jumping trying to remove the phone from his hands.

“Best sex she’s ever had,” his eyes twinkled at me.

“I am going to kill you,” I said through gritted teeth. Although, he was not wrong.

“Yeah, I will call Jake and tell him to get his ass together. Expect him sometime tonight, or in the morning.”

I couldn’t hear what my sister was saying, but her tone sounded almost—friendly?

“Yeah, I'll tell her you love her. Right, thanks for the welcome to the family. She will call you soon.”

He ended the call and smirked down at me, “You're welcome.”

“Are you kidding me?” I snarled. “Now, she is going to call up El, and they are going to laugh their asses off about how whipped I am.”

Scarecrow shrugged, “So?”

I wanted to beat his incredibly handsome head against the nearest tree. It was a good thing that we were in the middle of nowhere. That way I wouldn’t have any witnesses to the murder.

“So,” I drew the word out deliberately, “I don’t like being made fun of!”

Scarecrow frowned, “They are only teasing you, Indy. It’s not like any of it is malicious or mean.”

That was true.

“But it’s personal,” I demanded.

“They are your sisters,” Scarecrow’s eyes hardened. “I would be more than willing to bet you know each other’s bra sizes, in-depth knowledge of their sexual experience, and a reasonable estimate of how much money they have in the bank. You are lucky to have them still, Indy!”

Then it dawned on me that I was a complete idiot.

“You miss your mom,” I said softly under my breath.

His eyes lit for a moment, “I would give almost anything to tell her about you. But I will never get that chance.”

My mortality and his immortality smacked me in the face.

“You’re right,” I went up to him and wrapped my arms around his slender waist, feeling the taut muscles beneath his shirt.

“Could you say that a little louder,” his mouth was near the shell of my ear. “I don’t hear it very often coming from you.”

Brat.

I couldn’t contain the small smile that broke across my face, “You're right.”

“Pardon?” his eyes danced with amusement.

“You are fucking right! Are you happy?” I shouted.

His eyes darkened in an instant, “I’m not fucking you right now, but I intend to remedy the situation soon.”

I gasped as he picked up the edge of my shirt and whisked it over my head. Seconds later, he was tugging my panties and skirt down my legs.

He kneeled before me, glancing up wickedly through his impossibly dark lashes.

“You smell incredible,” his face buried at the juncture of my thighs as he took in a large breath.

I was naked for anyone to come along and see. Not only that, I had a sex God kneeling at my feet, just millimeters away from my pussy.

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