Page 41 of Property of Scythe
“No problem. I just use the seduction stuff until then.” He winks and I hate and love it at the same time.
“But we’re still getting to you know one another.”
“You’re not getting it yet, but you will.” Scythe kisses me. It’s soft and unhurried, exploratory, and I nearly melt as he deepens the kiss.
My back is suddenly pressed against the bedroom wall. I gasp as he trails open-mouthed kisses across my jaw and down my neck, pausing below my ear. It’s such a sensitive spot.
“Scythe.”
“Now you’re feeling it. This attraction and connection we share is not going away, Lottie. It’s only gonna grow stronger.”
“And if you tire of me?”
“That won’t happen.” He sounds confident.
“This is a bit scary,” I admit, letting myself be vulnerable and weak, to rely on him for my safety, and to open my heart up after all that’s happened to me. I know he sees it.
“Let me be your shelter, Lottie. I promise, I’ll protect you.”
“I trust you, Scythe.”
“That’s good, because I will fuck up anyone who tries to hurt you, Mila, my club, family, or town.”
His conviction is so strong and resolute, I almost feel bad for the psycho out there trying to hurt us.
“Let’s get moving. It’s already late afternoon. I want to get you back to my place before dark.”
Boomer is waiting for us when we leave the room, gesturing to the island in his kitchen. “Made some food. Eat.”
“Thanks,” Scythe replies, pulling out a stool for me. “I’m gonna wash up first.”
It’s just tomato soup and grilled cheese, but it’s delicious. Ididn’t realize I was hungry until now. I eat everything, and so does Scythe. I still can’t believe he’s okay after crashing his bike. It seems strange that he’s already healed and back to normal.
I don’t say anything about it now, but I will talk to him about it later. Right now, I don’t want anything to deter him from going to my apartment.
“Where ya headed?” Boomer asks.
“Lottie’s apartment. She needs to pack some shit before she moves in with me.”
Boomer arches a brow. “Temporarily?”
“As long as Lottie wants.” Scythe holds Boomer’s gaze. “But she’s not leaving before the shit with this sick fuck is handled.”
“Good. One less person for me to worry about.”
The fact that the sheriff trusts Scythe and the club to keep me and the town safe speaks volumes. Sure, it’s his brother, but I can tell there’s a mutual respect between them that extends beyond brotherly affection.
“We’re gonna head out. I want this done before dark.”
“Want me as backup?” Boomer offers.
“Yeah. Swing by first. Let me know if shit seems out of place.”
Boomer nods. “I’ll go now. You need a ride?”
Oh, no! I forgot Scythe’s bike was totaled. “Your motorcycle.”
Scythe slides his arm around me. “Hey, it’s okay. I’ll have it fixed.” He turns to his brother. “Give me the keys to the Hummer.”
