Page 22 of Scythe’s Salvation (Imperial Knights MC: Roanoke, VA #2)
CHAPTER
TWENTY-ONE
Scythe
I’m whistling as I shower, grinning at the toys that are now lined up along the sides of the tub.
Chance, apparently, must stage epic battles since he’s got dinosaurs, as well as other animals.
He also must like the colored soap crayons because there’s ‘writing’ on the tiles that quickly disappears as the water hits it.
“He’s definitely all boy,” I mutter, grinning to myself. A thought of a little girl, her hair the same shade as Tamara, with ringlet curls and hazel eyes, flashes into my head, and I briefly wonder where it came from.
It was too real to be my wishful thinking, that’s for sure, especially since the backdrop was of the front porch of this house.
I briefly wonder if one of the Cedar Creek brothers is messing with me, then shrug.
I honestly have no clue what most of them can do, but if what I saw is any indication of what I have to look forward to, I’m grateful for their abilities.
Keep her close and safe , a voice whispers in my head.
Okay, now that’s a bit more… freaky. I had already intended to watch over her and Chance even more since we had church.
For whatever reason, Tim seems to be out to get my woman and boy.
Whether it’s to ward off the pending custody battle or for something more nefarious is irrelevant.
If it’s in my power to prevent her from being hurt, then I’ll protect her with every last breath in my body.
They’re coming.
Fuck. Shit. I nearly blind myself when the shampoo on my head runs into my face as I scramble to get out of the shower.
I’m unsure of who to call, though. It’s not like my president will know where these mysterious messages are coming from.
So instead, I stick my face under the spray until my eyes are no longer stinging.
I’ll figure it out later. Right now, I have a delectable woman to make mine in every way possible.
By the time she emerges from the bathroom, her skin a rosy tinge from the heat, I’ve locked down the house and grabbed both of us some water.
I’m also scrolling through her television, but when she steps through, I shut it off, my attention solely on her.
It might be the middle of the afternoon, but my goal is that the only time we leave the bed until she leaves to get Chance is to get something to eat, grab more drinks, or hit the bathroom.
“Hey,” she says, sounding a bit shy and timid.
It dawns on me that it’s very possible that she’s never had sex in a bed.
Not that I want to think of her with anyone else ever, it makes sense seeing as she was still in school at the time and living with foster parents.
It’s not like she could’ve walked that fucker through the front door and up to her room with a wave.
“I have an idea,” I say as she moves closer to her side of the bed and slides in.
“What’s that?” she asks, turning to face me.
“Well, I know you had to get up early to get Slugger ready to go,” I start. At her nod, I continue. “So, I was thinking we both deserved to take a little nap. I’ve been dreaming of having you in my arms, Tam, and while we’re well aware of how today’s going to end, I know you’re nervous.”
“I am and I don’t understand why,” she replies, frustration evident in her tone. “I mean, it’s not as though I’m a virgin or anything.”
I smirk as I pull her into my arms, placing a kiss on her temple. “Maybe it’s because you know, deep inside, that this is for keeps.”
“I think it’s more that I’m worried you’ll change your mind,” she murmurs, her head now on my chest and her arm thrown around my waist as her leg curls around mine. “What if I disappoint you? What if I’m not sexy enough, you know?”
Already, her voice sounds drowsy as I slowly run my hand across her back. “I’m not going to change my mind, beautiful. As for you disappointing me, that’s not gonna happen either.”
She tilts her head so she’s looking at me and asks, “How do you know?”
“Because whenever you’re around, I’m hard,” I admit. “Do you know how difficult it was not to cum on your table the day you were massaging me? And I know it wasn’t that kind of massage, so it wasn’t that, Tam. It was because your hands were on me, plain and simple.”
“I have a small pooch from having Chance,” she blurts out.
“And someday, that pooch will grow as it nourishes the babies I’m going to give you,” I softly reply.
“Your body carried a human being, Tamara. You grew another person inside of you, of course your physical appearance would’ve changed.
Any marks, any imperfections you think you have, put those out of your head.
I’m going to love every square inch of you simply because it’s you, plain and simple. ”
She softly sighs and snuggles in closer. “I feel almost decadent taking a nap in the middle of the day,” she says, her voice growing even more sleepy sounding.
“Well, don’t, because I plan to keep us both awake long into the night,” I promise. “Now, rest, sweetheart. You’re gonna need it.”
I’m in the middle of the most erotic dream I’ve ever had in my life.
Soft kisses are peppering my neck and chest as warm, strong hands knead my hips and upper thighs.
Moaning, I start to roll over only to wake up with a start to see Tamara grinning at me.
“I was wondering when you’d wake up,” she says, not stopping her ministrations.
I can tell I’m as hard as a steel pipe, so I know this has been going on for longer than I realize. “You’ve got a bold, sassy side,” I tell her, “and I like it.”
She giggles and I watch a blush cover her cheeks.
“I slept on what you said, Scythe,” she admits, “then it dawned on me that most people who are starting something with someone new likely have the same concerns as I had. So, I decided to toss those fears to the side and go for it. But just saying that, I don’t think you’re going to fit. ”
I can’t help it, I burst out laughing and between chuckles, I reply, “Babe, I’m not that big and will definitely fit.”
“Then what are we waiting for?” she teases, flopping onto her back. “Take me, Scythe, or lose me forever!”
“Are you quoting movie lines to me?” I ask, leaning over and kissing her. “And seriously, Top Gun ?”
“Kind of, I’m schmoozing them to fit the situation,” she admits, her hands running across my shoulders. “Plus, Goose was one of my favorites, although Ice was hot. I liked Maverick a lot until I saw that I’m actually taller than Tom Cruise.”
“Babe, I’m not particularly tall myself,” I say, my own hands now exploring her on top of the tank she’s wearing. I can see her nipples poking through the fabric so lean down and suckle one through the cloth.
“Holy shit,” she murmurs, her hands now clasping my head. “Maybe I should take this off,” she says, almost to herself.
“I can get behind that statement,” I reply, my hands now at the hem as I slowly raise it up her body.
“Fuck,” I breathe out when I see her naked curves on display.
Granted, it’s only from the waist up, but the sight of her heavy breasts tipped with dusty rose nipples has my dick leaking precum like it’s a damn faucet. “You’re fucking stunning, Tam.”
I watch as a flush crawls across her chest to her cheeks. “Thank you,” she whispers. “I promise I’m not trying to sound vain at all, Scythe. I just… I promise that the insecurities I have about how I look have been around for a very long time.”
“Then we’re going to take each one and dissect it until you believe what I tell you as far as how you look,” I promise.
I then lean down and capture one of her turgid nipples in my mouth and suck hard until she’s squirming underneath me.
As I move back and forth until both are even harder, her plump breasts are heavier and she’s murmuring my name, I realize that I already want her again and we haven’t even moved past second base.
“Okay,” she replies, her hands going to the waist of her yoga pants.
“Oh, no, sweetheart, let me do it,” I tell her, smirking. “I wanna unwrap my woman.”
My dick, which has been hard and heavy against the thigh of the cut-off sweats I put on, twitches almost uncontrollably as I slowly roll her pants down, revealing some sweet curvy hips, thick thighs, and muscular calves.
When I see her hot pink toenails peeking out since I’ve dragged the covers to the end of the bed, I lean down and nibble the knuckle on her big toe.
“Scythe!” she exclaims as I begin rubbing her feet and calves. “I’m… I’m really ticklish.”
I file that away to use another time as I focus on working up my woman’s body to the promised land.
I can see she’s already wet for me, her juices glistening in the neatly trimmed patch of tawny colored hair covering her mound.
As I get closer, my mouth waters just thinking about her taste bursting on my buds as I bring her to orgasm with my tongue and fingers.
She reaches down and covers her pussy with her hands, which has me looking up.
“What’s wrong, Tam?” I ask, staying my hands.
“I’ve never had that done to me,” she admits. “What if I don’t like it?”
I know there’s no way on God’s green earth she won’t enjoy it, but I decide to ask, “What if you do? You’re not gonna know unless you try.”
Shrugging, she pulls her hands back and closes her eyes, which makes me bite back a chuckle. She looks almost fatalistic, as if what I’m about to do will harm her in some way. Oh, she’ll definitely be feeling things, but it won’t be pain, that’s for damn sure. No, only pleasure’s on her horizon.