Page 22 of Scythe (Devil Daddies MC #2)

A fter spending the morning in naked as a blue jay time, Winnie had earned her first sticker on the chart today.

Scythe hadn’t allowed her to wear the training panties today, since she hadn’t had an accident.

Winnie hadn’t even thought about being nude until he announced he needed to dress her to go out to lunch.

She’d had her blankie, Chippy, and her Daddy. What else could a Little girl need?

It turned out she needed a lot if she was riding on a motorcycle.

Protected by the layers, Winnie had climbed onto her Daddy’s bike, and off they’d gone on an adventure.

He’d stopped to introduce her to Hellcat, who manned the front gate today.

Everyone looked fierce until they met her, then their faces softened.

She guessed all Daddies loved Little girls. To her surprise, she liked being claimed by Scythe. It wasn’t like the bikers would report her to the superintendent.

After a delicious hamburger and onion rings from the lunch menu at Inferno, Scythe had taken her on a tour. He’d even shown her where he worked in the warehouse. It was buzzing with activity on a Saturday afternoon.

“What do you do here?” she asked.

“Whatever Lucien decrees.”

“That’s cryptic. Are you good or bad guys?”

“We helped you out. What does that make us?” Scythe asked.

“Good guys.”

Scythe nodded but didn’t add anything else.

Had he really answered her question? Winnie knew that she was na?ve about a lot of real-life stuff.

Lucien had helped her with the guns and had provided additional money to pay for them—more than Winnie had anticipated.

Maybe in reality, lines weren’t simply drawn between good and bad.

Scythe interrupted her thoughts by stroking a powerful hand gently over her hair. “Do you have any more questions?”

Winnie studied his face for a minute. She trusted Scythe. Slowly, she shook her head. “No, Daddy.”

“Come on, Chipmunk. You have a visit with Razor this afternoon.”

“With Razor? Why?”

“He’s going to help us with birth control. He’s got an office set up in that building over there.” Scythe pointed to a building across the paved lanes to a window with a large red cross on a white background with the words ‘Medical Office’.”

“He works on Saturdays?”

“For us. Yes.”

“Okay. I’ll answer his questions fast so he can enjoy his weekend,” Winnie promised.

“There’s no rush, Winnie. How long has it been since you were at the doctor’s office?”

“Several months ago. I did a telehealth visit during the winter when I had a sinus infection.”

“When did you have a physical last?” Scythe asked, studying her closely as they walked.

“Sixish years ago? It was when I got hired to teach. I had to get a TB test and some immunizations to be in the classroom.”

“I don’t think Razor will find that acceptable. But no worries. He’ll take care of you from now on.”

“For birth control, right?”

“Yes. And anything else you need,” Scythe assured her as he opened the door.

Inside, she discovered a traditional waiting room at a doctor’s office, with chairs and tables with magazines. There was a small fridge with bottles of water and snacks on an island in the middle. Scythe escorted her over to the tablet set up on a stand.

“Go ahead and enter your name. Check that you have an appointment and the box by the L. When the space shows up, type in Scythe.” He spelled it for her.

She grinned at him. “I know how to spell, silly. I give lots of spelling tests.”

He winked at her. Damn, he’s handsome. How had she gotten so lucky to catch his eye? “Did you only notice me because I wore that fancy, almost-not-there dress?” she asked when the concerning thought popped into her mind.

“No. That stringy garment was hideous. I really paid attention to you when Caroline signaled to Wraith to let you in. I realized she’d picked up on something I had been too busy to notice. When I watched you that evening, I knew I’d been a fool to not have snatched you up immediately.”

“Oh!” The raw honesty in his voice convinced her he was telling the truth. “Hideous, huh?”

“Definitely. I brought something for you,” Scythe told her.

“You did? What?” Curiosity pushed away her nervousness.

Scythe opened the bag he’d pulled out of his saddlebags when he’d parked the bike. He held it open for her to look in.

“You packed my blanket?” Winnie reached in to grab the soft fabric and drew it out of his bag. She rubbed it on her cheek and held it to her chest. “Thanks. I’m kind of scared.”

“I know. Everything will be fine, Little girl.”

She nodded, holding the blanket tightly.

“Come on, Chipmunk Let’s sit down.”

“No need. I’m ready for Winnie. Come on back,” a deep voice instructed from a now open door.

“Hi, Razor. I’d like to introduce you to my Little girl, Winnie. Winnie, this is Razor. He’s got more degrees than anyone I’ve met, including an MD and PhD.”

“Hi,” Winnie said, nervously. Her fingers tightened on the blanket.

“Hi, Winnie. I’m glad to meet you. I see you have Scythe’s blanket. I mean your blanket, of course. My congratulations to both of you. I’m envious. I’ve been searching for my Little for many years.”

“I’m sorry,” Winnie rushed to say.

“That’s sweet of you, but I’m sure she’s out there. I just need to keep my eyes open. Step into the exam room, and we’ll talk about what brought you in today,” Razor said. He waved them through the doorway.

They entered a hallway with several closed doors and an open area with file cabinets and a counter with storage.

“Go into room one,” Razor said.

Scythe opened the door into a regulation exam room. It was equipped with everything Winnie expected to see: an exam table, instruments, supplies, a scale. Scythe guided her to the chair near the desk. Razor sat on a rolling stool and opened his laptop.

“Do I call you Dr. Razor?” Winnie blurted and felt even more awkward.

“You can call me Razor or Doctor, Winnie. I’ll answer to both.”

She nodded and hesitated. Was she supposed to say something now? Scythe saved her.

“Razor, Winnie hasn’t seen a doctor in quite a while. She’s never been on birth control. We were hoping you could help us with that,” Scythe told him without a hint of embarrassment.

“Of course. We’ll do a screening for any communicable diseases as well to make sure you’re both safe,” Razor stated.

“I don’t need that.” Winnie rushed to reassure him. That sounded like a blood draw. She hated needles.

“It’s smart to have the testing done, whether you have symptoms or not, to protect yourself and your new partner,” Razor explained gently.

“What if there’s never been an old partner?” she asked and then blushed as Razor lifted a questioning eyebrow and turned to check with Scythe. Winnie seriously considered hiding under her blankie.

“I’m Winnie’s first and only lover,” Scythe stated, looking sternly at Winnie. She nodded to reassure him that was her plan as well.

“I screen the Devil Daddies regularly, so that means you’re both safe. Have you had a physical in the last year, Winnie?” Razor asked.

“Oh, no. I’m never sick. I’m a teacher. We’re exposed to so many germs every year. I think I’ve got super immunity.” Winnie rushed to reassure both men.

“No matter how healthy you are, Winnie, you need to have a doctor monitor your health. Do you have a primary care physician?” Razor asked, and Winnie understood he wouldn’t let her shy away from his questions.

“No. I never chose one.”

“If you would like, I’ll be glad to step into that role for you,” Razor told her.

“Are you any good? Can you take my insurance?” Winnie blurted. She’d never selected a doctor for fear of getting the wrong one. Her mom’s first physician had ignored her symptoms until it was too late.

“He’s excellent, Chipmunk. He’s patched everyone up in the Devil Daddies and watches us like a hawk. Heaven forbid you have a cheeseburger when he knows your cholesterol is borderline,” Scythe said.

“Borderline is still too high,” Razor corrected him.

“You need to work on that, Daddy,” Winnie told him and clapped her hand over her mouth when she realized what she’d called him.

“He does need to lower it. You can help him by hiding the cheese,” Razor suggested, not bothered by her use of Daddy.

Scythe rubbed her knee. “I’ve got a good reason to stay in tip-top shape now. I’ll pass on the cheeseburgers.”

Winnie beamed at him and linked her fingers with his, holding his hand.

“To give you birth control, I’ll need to examine you. Several brands are available and effective, but each has a risk. It’s important to match your health history and plans with the right medicine. The alternative is condoms and spermicide,” Razor told her.

Studying his face, Winnie reflected on the things she’d noticed about Razor. By the size of the waiting room out there, the Devil Daddies visited him often. She liked how he talked to her. Not in stuffy doctor verbiage but like he was a real person.

“Can you take my insurance?” she repeated that question. Teachers didn’t earn a lot of money. Covering an expensive exam could be pricey.

“Visiting my office won’t cost you anything,” Razor told her.

“Oh. That’s great. Let’s make an appointment,” Winnie suggested.

“We can do that now. I’ll step out and get the supplies we’ll need. Scythe, help your Little change into a gown. She’ll need to remove everything,” Razor said.

“Everything?” Winnie squeaked and tightened her fingers around Scythe’s hand.

“Yes. Would you like your Daddy to stay with you during the exam or wait in the lobby?” Razor asked.

“With me.”

“I think I would have had a tough time getting him out of here,” Razor said with a chuckle before meeting Winnie’s gaze. “But I would have kicked him out if you preferred that.”

“Thank you.” She didn’t doubt that he would have followed her wishes exactly.

Before Razor walked out of the room, he pulled a patient gown from a drawer under the exam table. “I’ll give you a few minutes to undress. Everything, Winnie.”

“Yes, sir.”

The minute he closed the door, Winnie turned to Scythe. “He’s pretty intense.”

“He’s extremely good at what he does. I trust him or I wouldn’t have brought you here.

A poor doctor would have simply written a generic prescription for birth control.

Razor will make sure he chooses the one you need,” Scythe shared as he stood and tugged Winnie to her feet.

“Let’s put your blanket there for a few minutes. ”

When she set it down on the chair, he immediately lifted her shirt over her head and turned her around to unfasten her bra. Winnie felt very conspicuous, standing half nude in the doctor’s office. What if Razor walked in?

“Razor will knock before he enters.” Maybe Scythe could read her mind. Maybe she was staring at the door too much.

“Let’s put on your gown, Chipmunk,” he suggested.

When covered, she relaxed immediately. Gathering up the bottom of the enveloping garment to get it out of the way, Winnie allowed Scythe to finish undressing her.

She wrapped the fabric around her as best as possible, thankful Razor didn’t use those awful paper gowns.

Grabbing her Devil Daddies’ blanket, Winnie felt less exposed.

Scythe helped her sit up on the exam table and drape it over her lap.

“You’re fine, Chipmunk.”

“He’s going to look at me there, isn’t he? I’ve never had one of those exams,” she whispered.

“I’ll be right by your side. You can squeeze my fingers as hard as you’d….”

A knock at the door interrupted him. Winnie hoped she didn’t hurt his fingers as she clamped her hand around his.