Page 23 of Property of Scythe
The windows are cracked in the classroom to let in some ventilation, and I notice a breeze as it sweeps through, ruffling papers on Lottie’s desk. She bends down to pick up a fallen eraser when the gust blows up the bottom of her skirt to reveal her bare cheeks and purple thong.
Fuck me. I groan, resisting the need to adjust my hardening cock.
Lottie gasps as she smooths her skirt, and I look away, pretending I saw nothing. “Hey, Scythe.”
“Morning, Lottie,” I manage to reply, ignoring the need pulsing through my body. I just want one fucking taste of her. One sweep of my tongue through her slit. Maybe if I fuck her, I’ll get her outta my head.
Even as I think it, I know it’s not true.
There’s no time to focus on this. I need to head back to my place and pick up my dad so we can meet Boomer for breakfast. “Have a great day.”
My boots can’t carry me out of there fast enough. The image of her perfect ass is now burned into my brain. I won’t be able to forget it. I’m gonna beat off in the shower later, and I’m not ashamed to admit it.
I ride back to the house and drop off my bike, choosing the Ford to pick up Dad. He’s waiting for me on the porch when I pull up. I grin as he pushes to his feet, and once he’s buckled in, I head to Tillie’s.
“You’re grinning like a damn fool. You meet a woman?”
“Yeah,” I admit.
“Thought so.”
I snicker at his confidence. “She’s Mila’s new teacher.”
He chuckles. “Pretty?”
“Fucking gorgeous.”
My pops shakes his head. “Careful. That can go south fast.”
“I am. She’s a sweetheart.”
He focuses his attention on me instead of the scenery. “You like her.”
“I do.” More than I let on to anyone. Well, I’m sure Phantom has figured it out.
“Good for you, son.”
We enjoy the rest of the drive in silence, parking in front of Tillie’s as we spot Boomer. He shoves his sunglasses over his forehead and claps my father on the back.
“Mornin’, Pops. You hungry?”
“Starvin’.”
“Blueberry pancakes and bacon?” I suggest.
“And coffee,” Dad confirms.
He never eats anything else when we go to Tillie’s. He says there’s no point since they’re the best items on the menu.
Tillie is ready for us when we enter, ushering us to our regular booth. Dad always sits opposite me and Boomer. It’s been like that since we were kids. Since we don’t need a menu, each of us orders, grabbing mugs and sipping on coffee as Tillie rushes off to grab us fresh biscuits.
My brother ticks his chin toward me. “So, what’s this about?”
He never wastes time with bullshit. A trait we both learned from our father.
I lean forward, keeping my voice low. “Someone in town is stalking the new teacher.”
Boomer frowns. “Give me the details.”
