Page 65 of Property of Scythe
I’m unbuckling his belt as my back smacks against the wooden pole below the scarecrow. We’re a tangle of limbs as he shoves his hand between my legs, sliding through my slit, and I eagerly part them wider. I’m wearing a plaid skirt, and I’m so glad that it has easy access.
Scythe pulls his fingers from my pussy long enough to open the white blouse I’m wearing, nearly ripping all the pearl buttons off. His mouth seeks my nipples as his warm tongue glides over the peaks. I’m stroking his cock as he groans into my mouth.
We’re going at it like a couple of horny teenagers. It’s erotic and uncontrollable. It’s not long before we’re both coming. I cry out his name, and he kisses me, swallowing my moans.
His forehead rests against mine as we pant, slowly coming down from the euphoria that overtook us. “Goddamn, Lottie.”
“Yeah,” I agree.
“I fucking love you, baby.”
“That’s good,” I whisper, “because I’m pretty sure we’re linked now for life.”
He smirks. “We are. You’re stuck with me.”
I think I can handle it.
Epilogue Scythe
“You look damn good, baby,” I tell Lottie as she struts across the bar toward me, proudly wearing her Property of Scythe cut. “Spin around for me.”
She winks before she slowly turns in a circle, lifting her hair so I can see every inch of the patch on her back. It doesn’t hurt that she’s only wearing a tight black tank top and leggings. I hungrily devour every curve of her body from her pert tits to her juicy ass. All fucking mine.
I whistle as a few of the club members chuckle.
“Pres is fucking whipped,” Phantom announces.
Lottie grins. “Damn right he is.”
Voodoo slides onto the stool beside me as I watch Lottie from the bar. “We’re all happy for you, Pres. Lottie is one of us.”
He senses it. They all do.
“I shared my vitality with her,” I confirm.
“I wasn’t sure if it would work.”
“Me either.” I can’t help but smile when I thinkabout how well it did work. “It’s not going to be a problem when you take an ol’ lady. It won’t be for any of us.”
Voodoo hangs his head. “It’s not in the cards for me, Pres.”
“You don’t know for sure, Voodoo.”
He shakes his head. “I do.”
I try to change his mind, but he doesn’t want to hear it. After offering his congrats to me and Lottie, he leaves the bar. I’m not sure of all the reasons why Voodoo thinks he’s unworthy of finding love, but I know he struggles with it. All I can do is offer my friendship and advice and be there for him when he needs a brother.
Lottie swings her hips as she walks my way, and I hook an arm around her waist, pulling her onto my lap as she laughs.
“You happy, baby?”
She’s taken all of this so well, like she was born to be my ol’ lady and part of the secret I protect. Maybe that’s why she had all those dreams of me before we met. I can’t help but think those Salem witches used divination to see the future.
But as I see her smile, I’m only grateful if they had a part in bringing her to me.
“Yes. Being here and wearing this vest feels right.”
That’s what I was hoping to hear her say. I correct her, though, because she needs to use the right words. “It’s a cut, darlin’.”
