Page 50 of Property of Scythe
“You’re mine, Lottie.”
I feel like he wants to say more, and that elusive L word is trying to pop up, but neither of us wants the first time we say it to be because we’re having sex.
It’ll happen when it’s right. I don’t need to hear it to know he cares about me.
Scythe pulls out and rolls over, reaching for me. I drape over him, one leg settling between his thighs as he strokes my back. “I know we didn’t discuss this yet, and we probably should have, but I’m clean. I usually use a condom, but not with you, Lottie. I need to feel you bare.”
“And pregnancy?”
“Are you on the pill?”
“Yes. To regulate my periods.”
“Then we should be good.”
“But if something happens?” I persist.
“Baby, I want you. All of you. If that means more kids, okay. I love Mila and being a father. I’m not opposed to having more. Is that what you want to know?”
“Yes.”
“And you?”
“I want kids when I’m ready,” I confirm. “But I’m happy to have Mila for now.”
“I don’t think you can get any more perfect, Lottie. I need your lips.”
I lift my head and kiss him, which only leads to round two. And three. We don’t sleep much.
Chapter 16 Scythe
I’m unusually chipper the following morning, and it’s got everything to do with Lottie. I spent the entire night fucking her as often as possible, and I should have been tired. I’m not.
I walk downstairs and realize two things. One, Mountain is back. He’s grinning at me like a goddamn fool. So are Voodoo and Phantom. Two, I fucking missed church, and no one called me out on it.
Well, shit.
That explains why all my club brothers are gathered in the bar, waiting for me to show up. I scratch the back of my neck and sip on my coffee, leveling them all with a hard stare.
“Get your asses in the chapel.”
Chairs scrape the floor, and a few snickers escape from the men because I’m not ever going to hear the end of this shit. They’re going easy on me right now, but that’s because they know I spent the night claiming my ol’ lady.
Once the chapel doors close, I bring the meeting to order. “There’s a hell of a lot to cover today, but I want to welcome back Mountain and Voodoo.”
Some of the guys cheer while a few slap them on their backs.
“And I’m making this official. Lottie is my ol’ lady and she’s agreed to my property patch. So she’s getting inked and a cut.” The pride in my voice is unmistakable.
Before I met Lottie, I didn’t think I’d ever find a woman I wanted by my side as much as I wanted her in my bed.
Phantom grins. “About time, Pres.”
“Congrats, brother,” Mountain adds.
The guys all offer their good wishes, and I thank them. This club is about more than fucking women, riding motorcycles, and making money. We want to build something that endures. That’s family, brotherhood, and a way of life for the next generation. This is proof.
There are secrets Lottie doesn’t know about us yet, and I won’t reveal them until it’s time. The men in this room have all been brought together because of our DNA, the connection to the town of Raven’s Crest, and our love of bikes. In this room, we’ve formed a bond and a club. There are things said and done here that the townsfolk will never know.
