Page 29 of Scythe (Devil Daddies MC #2)

P oor Little girl. She’d exhausted the last of her energy, driving home. He’d helped her shower and brush her teeth before tucking her under the covers. Winnie held out until she had Chippy and her blanket in her arms and he’d read two pages of a bedtime story. Her sniffly snores charmed Scythe.

How did I get so lucky?

Some of her clothing already hung in the closet. They’d go this weekend and pack the rest of her things. She needed to have one place to settle into, and that would be with him.

Tearing himself away, Scythe made the rounds of his home to ensure he’d locked the house for the night. As he reached the front door, his phone buzzed with an incoming message.

In your driveway.

Scythe had heard the motorcycle engine while he was in the kitchen but had dismissed it. Rumbles around here came with the territory. He opened the door and discovered Lucien standing by his bike. Immediately, he joined the MC president. Other members also appeared from their cabins.

“What’s up?” Scythe asked when everyone had assembled.

“The Ravagers are threatening vengeance on our club,” Lucien shared.

“What’s different today than their approach before?” Wraith asked.

“The arrest of three of their members for smuggling seems to be the motivation,” Lucien said with a smirk.

“You mean they actually went to the airport, even with the sirens and flashing lights?” Scythe asked, shaking his head in disbelief.

“They had the idea of arriving early as well, it turns out. You must have scattered minutes before they showed up. At least the first three,” Lucien guessed.

“Did they get away with any of the ammo?” Razor asked.

“I don’t know. It’s possible, but the timing would have been incredibly tight for more Ravagers to have arrived, loaded their bikes, and taken off as the cops approached. How long after you left did you hear the sirens?” Lucien asked.

“My group was the last out. Maybe ten minutes?” Scythe guessed.

The entire group shook their heads. Their success could have come with the price of a shootout with the Ravagers. The Devil Daddies didn’t shy away from anything. They would have beaten the other MC’s ass. The close call made the seizure of the ammo glorious.

“All hail the Devil Daddies,” Lucien said with a rare smile of satisfaction.

“Devil Daddies!” the MC replied.

Scythe celebrated with his brothers. They’d just struck a significant blow to the Ravagers.

Amidst the backslapping and congratulations exchanged, Scythe caught sight of a sleep-rumpled blonde wrapped in a blanket, standing in the cabin doorway across the street.

He nudged Wraith. “Caroline’s searching for you. ”

Scythe turned to check his entrance and spotted gray material poking through his barely open door. Without saying anything to the group, he walked to the cutie who waited for him. Winnie retreated to allow him to enter.

“Daddy? What’s the celebration for?”

“Just some good news, Chipmunk. I think you’re supposed to be in bed,” he said, looking at her sternly.

“Chippy woke me up and told me I was missing a party.” Winnie rushed to explain.

“I’m sorry we were loud, Little girl. Let’s get you tucked under the covers.”

“You never told me why you joined the Devil Daddies,” she said.

“It’s late and that’s a long story.”

“I really want to know, Daddy.”

He sighed and nodded. Scythe hugged her close and explained, “I’ve told you that I came to town when my mom lost the family farm. The Ravagers decided to target a young country guy in an old pickup. They beat me badly and only stopped when Lucien and the MC intervened.”

“I hate them,” Winnie said. Her sweet face hardened with anger.

In all the targeting of her employers, Scythe had never seen his Little girl look ready to kick someone’s ass. The fact she reacted in his defense told him how much she cared. He smoothed the hair from Winnie’s face and kissed her lightly to soothe her.

“I do too. I healed. The other chickens I had brought with me didn’t. It was stupid for me to think they’d be safer with me than with the new owners.”

“Sweet. Not stupid. And you still have Patches and Fluff.

“Yes,” he confirmed with a smile.

“That’s why Lucien offered you a job,” she guessed.

“Yes. I didn’t join the Devil Daddies until I checked them out,” Scythe said. “I didn’t want to be part of the MC only because I wanted vengeance on the Ravagers. There needed to be a stronger reason.”

“And you found they were Daddies, too.”

“Yes. Now it’s really time for my Little girl to be in bed.”

“Would you join me?” she asked, rubbing her free hand over his chest.

“I don’t want to be anywhere else.”

Scythe locked the front door and scooped his Little girl up in his arms. Carrying her to the dimly lit bedroom, he set her feet on the floor next to the bed. “Do you need to potty?”

She nodded shyly.

“Go, Chipmunk. I’ll get undressed.”

“Oh!” she blurted. “Could you wait until I get back?”

“You bet. Go.”

Scythe stepped out of his boots and pulled off his socks. As far as he knew, she didn’t have a foot fetish and needed him to remove those while she watched. He grinned at the thought that if she did, he’d never wear shoes again.

“Daddy! I’m here,” Winnie said, scrambling into bed and propping herself up on the pillows.

Turning to face her, Scythe reached over his shoulder and grabbed a handful of material to draw his T-shirt over his head. Her quick intake of breath made all those bales of hay he’d moved as a kid to create his base of strength totally worthwhile.

Tossing that material away, he reached for his buckle and unfastened it.

He slowly drew the leather strip out of the loops of his faded jeans and paused in rolling it up to whack the tail over his palm.

Winnie pulled the covers up to her eyes, and he knew she was imagining being spanked with his belt.

His cock responded rapidly to the image that appeared in his mind.

“Have you been good, Little girl?” he asked.

She nodded vigorously.

He set the coil on the dresser and walked to the edge of the bed. “Want to help Daddy with his pants, since you’ve behaved so well?”

“Can I get a good girl sticker on my chart?” she asked as she tossed the covers to the foot of the bed and rose to her knees in front of him.

“I think you’d definitely earn at least one sticker.”

She reached eagerly to unbutton his jeans. Her fingers brushed the burgeoning head of his cock as she dipped inside the waistband. “Oh!”

“Careful, baby. Daddy’s shaft is sensitive and very eager to play.”

Nodding, she tugged the material away from his erection and eased the zipper down. Scythe pushed the material over his hips and down to his feet. He stomped on the material as he stepped out of it.

Her gaze fixed on his dick. He stifled a groan at the almost physical sensation of her devouring him with her eyes. Wrapping a hand around himself, he pulled his grip from base to tip. She leaned forward to taste the small drop of pre-cum that appeared.

“Little girl,” he forced himself to say sternly. “Do you have permission to kiss Daddy’s cock?”

She shook her head, not moving her focus from his shaft. “Please, Daddy. Can I play with your cock?”

His erection jerked in his hand at the sweet request. He wouldn’t miss this for anything. “Yes, Chipmunk. You have Daddy’s permission.”

Immediately, she settled on her tummy and licked over the head like he was her favorite ice cream cone. Scythe widened his stance to steady himself as sensations flowed over him. Her innocent technique enchanted him.

He wrapped his hand around the back of her head, guiding her gently. Winnie responded immediately and met his gaze, happiness radiating from her eyes. She opened her lips, drawing him inside. The wet heat of her mouth felt like heaven as she swallowed him.

Scythe contained his urge to thrust fully into her mouth and tightened his fingers in her hair to keep her from taking him too deep. He wanted to make this first time easy on her. “Damn, Little girl. Your mouth feels like heaven. Suck me,” he suggested and groaned as she followed his instruction.

Time seemed to freeze as she eagerly pleased him.

Her small sounds of enjoyment pushed his arousal higher and higher.

When Winnie reached a hand out to cup his balls, he moaned at her gentle touch as she brushed her fingers over the sensitive orbs.

Nothing could be better than this. Then she tugged his sac.

His eyes crossed as he struggled to keep himself from filling her throat.

“So good, Winnie. You are making it hard for Daddy to stay in control. When I tell you, pull back. I’m going to come soon.”

She released him to shake her head. “I want to taste you, Daddy.” Without allowing him to respond, Winnie returned to her tempting caresses.

When she gripped the base of his shaft and increased the suction to an irresistible level, Scythe roared his pleasure into the room. His hot cum rushed through his shaft.

Winnie swallowed quickly, and he groaned at the sensation of her muscles contracting around him.

Scythe watched her with pride. “You’re so beautiful, Winnie.

The best Little girl a Daddy could hope for.

” He wiped away the rivulets of liquid that escaped from the corners of her lips.

When he couldn’t take any more, Scythe drew his cock from her mouth.

Lifting her, he turned her to rest her head on the pillows. He joined her, forcing his shaky legs to function. Gathering her close, he pulled his Little girl against his chest. Scythe kissed her deeply, tasting himself on her lips.

“So good, Little girl,” he whispered, brushing her hair from her face.

“Sticker, Daddy?” she asked with a sleepy wink.

“Yes, Chipmunk. Daddy will get special stickers to go on your chart. Close your eyes, Winnie. It’s past your bedtime.”

She nodded. Within minutes, she slept in his arms. Scythe studied her sweet face. He’d never imagined he could love anyone as much as he did this adorable woman. Forcing himself to stop planning for the future, Scythe drifted into sleep.