Page 20 of Witch Queens: Tales from Oz

CHAPTER 8

Apounding on the doorshook me from my sleep. I struggled to move with Scarecrow’s huge body entangled with mine. I took a moment to take in his deeply tanned skin. He had a brown mole on his collarbone that I traced with my fingertip.

“Go back to sleep, Indy,” he didn’t even open his eyes.

The knocking on the door resumed.

“Aren’t you going to answer that?” I smiled as he sighed.

“Not a chance in hell. Jake knows that I am not to be disturbed.”

“How do you know that it's Jake?” I wondered.

Scarecrow opened one eye, damn he was sexy.

“There are only three people that know where this place is, and two of them are lying in this bed.”

I froze, “How is that possible?”

He smirked, “It's called magic, Sweetheart.”

I wanted to flick his forehead, but Jake’s voice interrupted us.

“Scarecrow, you need to see this!”

His head thumped against the pillow, “I’m gonna kill that son of a bitch.”

“Scarecrow!” Jake bellowed, “Get your ass out of bed! This is important!”

Scarecrow untangled himself from me and rose from the bed. My gaze followed his thick muscular legs up to his tight ass. From there I took in his narrow waist and muscular back. He had a crest tattooed on his right shoulder that caught my eye.

“Enjoying the view?” his dark eyes smiled as he buttoned his jeans.

I grinned, “Always, that’s not even a question.”

He motioned to me, “Likewise.”

I looked down to see the sheets pooled around my waist. My breasts were hanging free, and my hair was undoubtedly all over the place.

“Yeah, I am a real prize,” sarcasm hiding my embarrassment as I pulled the sheet up under my arms.

His eyes darkened, but he didn’t say anything.

Impulsively, I asked, “What does that crest on your shoulder mean?”

Scarecrow paused for a moment as he pulled his shirt over his head. I wasn’t sure that he was going to answer me, but then he did.

“It is the crest of my mother’s family. She wasn’t from here.”

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