Page 58 of Scribe

“Then I will go fast.”

“Scribe?”

“Yeah, baby.”

“Go fast.”

My Princess didn’t have to tell me twice.

She wanted fast, then that’s what she was gonna get.

Picking her up, I carried her into my room, throwing her onto the bed as she giggled. Ripping my shirt off, I threw it. Where? I couldn’t tell you. All I knew was my woman wanted me and I was ready to play.

Kicking off my boots, I had just kneeled on the bed, making my way over to her when someone banged on my door.

Hanging my head, I growled, “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!”

Henley chuckled.

“Scribe!” Henley’s sister Devlyn shouted as she banged on my door. Thank fuck I locked it.

“I know my sister’s in there. What are you doing to her?!”

“Nothing yet,” I muttered when Henley shouted for the entire clubhouse to hear.

“He’s about to treat me to a good fuck and if I’m lucky, he will make me cum all night long! Go find your own fucktoy. This one is mine!”

Hoots and hollers, followed by several people laughing loudly as their merriment seeped into my room, caused Henley to blush beet red, covering her mouth in mortification.

“You heard your woman, Scribe!” King shouted back. “Get to it!”

“Oh my god,” she muttered, hiding her face behind her hands.

I had to admit, even I had a big smile on my face as I tried unsuccessfully to hide my mirth. Unable to stop myself, I rolled next to her and lost the plot as I laughed with my brothers.

Hugging her to me, I couldn’t believe what she just said.

God, never in my life had someone claimed me so vocally and adamantly.

“I can’t believe I just said that.”

Taking a deep breath, I hugged her tighter. “It was perfect, baby. You’re stuck with me now.”

Rolling over her, I smirked, wiggling my eyebrows. “Now, about that good fucking.”

Henley giggled.

Chapter Twenty

Henley

The second I stopped laughing, silence descended as I found Scribe staring at me in wonderment.

The look on his face said it all.

He truly wanted me.

I wanted him too, but I had no idea about how to proceed next.