Chapter 5
Chapter Five
Josephine
“What do you think you’re doing, Jamie?” I demand, shoving my brother on the shoulder. “You know better than to start a fight here. I told you to behave.” I’m more than aware of the members of the club glaring at Jamie for what he’d done.
“Guess you can say I was knocking some sense into the man,” Jamie says, grinning, and turns to Reaper. “Sorry about that, but it needed to be done.”
Reaper watches Jamie for a brief moment, eyes hard, watchful. “What happened is between you and Scythe, but don’t do that shit again. Not on club grounds. You do, and you will have to deal with my brothers and me.”
“Understood.” Jamie nods and looks at me. “Sorry, Jos, but it needed to happen.”
“No, it didn’t,” I hiss, wanting to clobber Jamie for what he’s done.
“You’re a damn idiot. You and him both.” Stalking away, I ignore Jamie calling out my name or the fact earlier, he asked to speak with Reaper about some business.
I mean, what could Jamie have to say that would involve the club anyway.
I do, however, intend to discuss this with my brother later when we get back to the house before I have to leave.
As it is, I need to get a move on so I can get to where I’m going and find a spot to set up, but I’m not about to leave without getting a few things straight. Scythe had no business fighting with my brother, and I want to know what possessed him to do just that.
Going inside, I ignore the bitches sneering at me.
They’re nothing but skanks who need to learn to dress and do their makeup.
Sometimes I swear they look like clowns more than anything with all the shit they cake on.
I mean, seriously, isn’t it better to look more natural than anything?
I know it’s my preference but to each their own. Right?
One of them starts to say something, but again, I ignore her and keep making my way through the clubhouse until I get to Scythe’s door.
For a moment, I close my eyes and take a deep breath, remembering the last time I’d been at this very same door.
The brazen part of me takes charge and I open the door, only to be mortified by what I saw.
Not that what he was doing wasn’t hot, but there was no way I wanted to see him with two of those pocket pussies.
It also isn’t my scene to do things like he was doing with those two women.
Gearing myself up, I open my eyes, raise my hand, and prepare myself to knock when the door is jerked open, and a shirtless Scythe stands there.
“What the hell do you want, Josephine?” he demands, eyes narrowed to little slits, and his nostrils flare like he’s breathing fire.
I stiffen and prepare myself for his wrath. “I wanted to know why on earth you would get into a fight with my brother.”
“He pissed me off.” Scythe grinds his teeth, and he’s lucky if he doesn’t crack a tooth with how hard he clenches his jaw. “Why don’t you run along back to your brother now?”
“No,” I snap and shove a hand into his chest, taking a step forward until I’m in his room. I ignore everything else, including the fact he closes the door the minute I clear out of the way for him to do so. “I’m sick of you acting all He-Man.”
“He-man?” He interrupts me with a smirk and cocks his brow.
“Don’t think I didn’t see the way you glared at my date last night.”
“Your date is a fuckwad who is self-absorbed and looking for an easy lay.”
I back up as he moves in closer. “You have no right . . .”
“Is that right?” Scythe grins, and it’s then I realize my back is to the back of his door. He lifts both his arms, caging me in on either side of my head, and he leans in. “When it comes to you, yeah, Freckles, I have every fuckin’ right there is.”
“And who says that?” My breathing grows heavy, and my mind starts to become boggled by the need I have for him. Between my legs aches for his touch, and I’ve never even felt his hands on me before, only in my dreams.
“I fuckin’ well say, Josephine Grace Sexton,” he says before claiming my lips with his.
My lips part with a gasp, and Scythe takes advantage of it, thrusting his tongue inside to mingle with my own.
There’s no denying the exquisiteness of his domineering ways as he kisses me.
It’s intoxicating. So much so my toes curl, and I slide my hands up to wrap around his neck, pulling him closer, allowing him to deepen the kiss further.
Scythe roams his hands down, cups my rear, lifts me off my feet, and turns.
He takes several steps, and then I’m falling backward with him looming over me.
Never once breaking his lips away from mine.
He commands the moment in a way I don’t understand.
I don’t have experience in this sort of thing.
It’s not the type of thing I’ve done before.
Sure, I’ve kissed and made out with a guy, but not like this. Never like this.
His wonderful hands roam over by body, palming one of my breasts, feeding into the whole thing. My body hums, and my nipples pucker to taut peaks. Between my legs, I can feel the moisture spilling from my core, dampening my panties.
Time seems to stop in its tracks as Scythe releases my mouth starts peppering kisses along my jaw and down my neck. His fingers curl my shirt upward, and he slides his hand up and under until he’s got my bare breast in his palm.
“Fuck, baby,” he groans and flicks his thumb over my nipple. “You’re a fuckin’ perfect fit for my hands.”
Using his free hand, he jerks my shirt and bra farther up, exposing my chest to him. Scythe lowers himself until he’s eye level with my breasts and palms both in his hands.
“Scythe,” I whimper, completely unsure of myself, feeling uncertain of what to do and self-conscious about my body.
“Shh, Jos, just enjoy the moment. Know that you’re mine, and this body of yours is also mine,” he murmurs and leans in to capture a nipple, sucking it in his mouth.
“Oh, Scythe.” Arching my back, I want more, so much more.
Teasing my breast, he sends sensations I’ve never felt before through every nerve ending in my body. It’s so good, more than good. I could easily come from him toying with my nipples alone.
Scythe switches to give the other nipple the same treatment when a knock sounds on the door, followed by Styxx stepping inside the room, causing me to squeak in surprise at the intrusion. Quickly Scythe yanks my shirt down.
“Oops.” Styxx grins, taking in my disheveled appearance as Scythe stands and shields me.
My cheeks burn with embarrassment, and I wish I could find a hole to crawl into.
“What the fuck, Styxx?” Scythe seethes.
“Sorry to interrupt, but Reaper needs us in church. Something’s come up.”
Well, isn’t that just my luck.