Page 48 of Property of Scythe
Wow. I wait for the feeling to overwhelm me, or for doubt to surface, or for something in my gut to tell me this is wrong. It doesn’t happen. “Me too.”
My arms wrap around Mila, and I hold her close, soaking in all the acceptance and love she’s offering. My gaze sweeps the room, and I see tough-looking bikers wiping at their eyes. It’s an intense but happy moment.
Scythe scoops Mila up and slides his arm around my waist. “Church in an hour.”
He steers us away from the bar, and we take a set of stairs, walking up to the next level. We don’t stop there, climbing to the third floor, where Scythe leads us to a set of doors. “This is an apartment with a connecting door. Mila’s rooms are on one side. I’m on the other.”
The sly man. He made it sound like we had to sleep in the same room as Mila. Now I realize we don’t. He snickers as he knows I figured it out.
“You’re sneaky.”
He winks. “I know.”
Our bags are already upstairs, so I help Scythe get Mila ready for bed. We read only one story to her before she closed her eyes, fast asleep.
Scythe takes my hand and leads me into the hall. He closes her door, and we enter his room, which really is more of an apartment than a bedroom. There’s a kitchenette, table and chairs, a living room, and a master bedroom with a bathroom. It’s clean and tidy. I can tell he doesn’t stay here often.
He turns toward me, a soft smile that transforms his features, and he’s almost too handsome to stare at. “You really feel that way?”
“I do.”
“Fuck, Lottie. It’s so damn sexy that you love my daughter.”
He’s shrugging out of his cut and ripping off his shirt before I can reply, draping them both over the nearest chair. “Come here.”
I’m almost tongue-tied as I obey, trying not to stare at all the ink covering his upper body. My fingers lift to brush over his skin as he sucks in a breath of air. “Go ahead. Touch me.”
I explore his tattoos, especially the skull with wings on his chest, and let my fingertips trace a pathway down his chiseled stomach, roaming the two V-shaped grooves on his lower abdomen. When I reach for his belt, he stops me.
“I want you to strip for me. Right here.”
I’m wearing a skirt, blouse, and a sweater, so it takes a second to remove the layers. When I unzip the skirt and it falls to the floor, Scythe groans.
“Fuck, baby. You have any idea how gorgeous you are?”
I smile as I leave on my heels, reaching behind me to unhook my bra. It falls to the floor with a whisper. My nipples immediately harden in the cool room and under Scythe’s intense gaze. Propping my hand on my hip, I smirk. “Gonna help me with the rest?”
“Christ. I’m torn between stuffing my cock in your pretty mouth or diving between your thighs. I want to taste you so fucking bad, baby.”
“Oh?” I slide my hand inside my panties and slip a finger between my folds. “Wanna see if I’m wet?”
That’s all it takes before his control snaps. Scythe growls before he hauls me up over his shoulder and slaps my ass. “That’s for teasing me.” He strides into his room and drops me on the bed.
I bounce with a giggle.
“Wicked girl. I need to see your pretty little cunt.”
“Oh, such dirty words.”
“What? You want more or less?” There’s a twinkle in his eye, and I can tell he’s turned on, but he’s also happy.
I make him happy. Me. The girl who lost herself after she was attacked. The woman who moved across the U.S. to escape pain and trauma.
While I know there’s a killer out there who wants to hurt us, I also understand it’s nothing in the grand scheme of things because it won’t tear us apart or taint what we’re building together. And maybe we’re more lust than love right now, and that’s okay too. It’s the foundation that’s important. And I truly believe we’re forming one that will endure.
Is this happening fast? Sure. Some people will probably say love at first sight doesn’t exist, and you can’t know someone well enough with such a small amount of time. But when you meet the right person, you know. I can’t explain it, I just know it’s true.
“I just want you,” I admit. “Any way I can have you.”
