Chapter 10
Chapter Ten
Josephine
“We’ll see you tomorrow,” Ivy says, smiling brightly. “You were awesome today, and you’re gonna do the same on the track tomorrow.” She steps into Reaper’s arms.
“Thanks, I’m glad you guys came.” I really am.
They cheered on the sidelines and encouraged me.
I thought I’d be a nervous wreck with Scythe watching, but that heated look in his gaze speaks otherwise.
Glancing down at myself, then at the others, I say, “I’ve got to go get cleaned up at the bathhouse, then get to my tent.
“You’re not staying in a tent,” Scythe declares, wrapping an arm around me. “And as for a shower, you can do that at the hotel.”
“I’m not staying at a hotel,” I protest and try to pull away as the others walk off. Earlier, my parents left along with Jamie to go to dinner and whatnot. “I’m fine in my tent.”
“Freckles,” Scythe growls and yanks me to him, fitting me to his front, those impressive arms of his circling me. “You’re staying in my room with me. I don’t mind camping, but for what I have planned, I want privacy, and that ain’t gonna happen out here.”
I swallow and look at him with wide eyes. Total surprise and anticipation coil in the pit of my stomach.
“Scythe,” I whisper and lick my lips nervously. There’s something he doesn’t know about me, but how do you tell a man like him my secret? He’s experienced in ways that I’m not. I think the most I’ve ever done with a guy is a hand job, and that’s it.
Scythe presses a kiss to my lips and lets his mouth linger. “Let’s get your shit locked down and grab your bag.”
He doesn’t wait for me to respond, instead he just takes charge. In no time we’ve got everything stored away and the trailer locked up tight for the night. Scythe grabs my bag and takes my hand in his.
“I’ll get one of the prospects to chill out here tonight. He can watch over the truck and trailer, make sure no one messes with anything.”
I nod, unable to find words, as he guides me to where his bike is parked. Quickly he secures my bag and motions for me to get on before getting on in front of me. I place my hands on his hips, but he grips my wrists and pulls them tight around his front.
“Hold on, Freckles,” he yells after starting the bike.
I swallow and tighten my arms around him. I’ve ridden with my brother plenty of times but never with anyone else. This is like a totally new experience for me that has me tingling all over in ways I don’t quite understand.
By the time we step into Scythe’s room, I’d received several dirty looks from muddy-bangers, that’s what we call the girls that hang around mudding events to get laid.
Not just by them but some of the staff didn’t seem pleased by the fact I was caked in mud, and it was trailing behind me.
But what can I do about it? Scythe didn’t let me take a shower before we left the park, so it’s not my fault.
“I’m going to take a shower,” I announce, taking my bag into the bathroom. I don’t wait for him to say anything before closing the door. Though I think I heard him chuckling.
I peel out of my muddy clothes, cringing as dried dirt crumples to the floor. Talk about one hell of a mess. This is why I’ve always showered at the bathhouses before leaving.
Naked, I cross the small space, step into the shower, and turn the water on. I barely contain the squeak of shock as the cold water rushes from the shower head, but within no time, it warms, and a sigh of pleasure leaves my lips.
Heaven on earth. The water feels good as it rains down on me. Closing my eyes, I run my fingers through my hair, working the small clumps of mud out of it. I reach across the way of the shower, pump some shampoo into my hand, and start working it in.
I shouldn’t be surprised by the fact Scythe and the others would pick a hotel with a walk-in shower with shampoo, conditioner, and soap in dispensers already available. Less headache for me, that’s for sure.
I focus on scrubbing my hair and keeping my head tilted back so the water is washing the suds away. It’s why when arms wrap around me, and a hard body presses into me, I nearly lose my footing as I gasp, surprised. If Scythe didn’t have his arms around me, I’d have fallen.
“Easy now, baby,” he murmurs, flattening his hands against my stomach. “I’ve got you.”
“What are you doing in here?” I ask, butterflies fluttering up a storm in my stomach.
“I needed a shower too, so why not join you.” The husky tone has my knees wobbling. I spin to face him, pressing my breasts to his chest to keep him from seeing me fully naked.
I meet his gaze and nearly lose my breath as those dark orbs glimmer and shine with what I can only call lust, but it could be something more . . . maybe dominating is the word I’m looking for.
Scythe lowers his head, and his mouth meets mine, but it’s not like the kiss from earlier or at the clubhouse.
No, he pecks my lips, then my nose, and my forehead follows.
Pulling away, he reaches for the shampoo and starts washing my hair all over again, scrubbing, massaging my scalp, drawing a moan from my lips.
“Scythe,” I whisper, drawing my lip between my teeth.
“Shh, baby, I’m cleaning you up,” he says, rinsing my hair. That intense look that he seems to always have steers more toward a caress.
I took a breath and made up my mind that I won’t tell him. I don’t want to take the chance of him stopping or being turned off by the fact that I’m a virgin. God, just thinking that one word has my stomach tightening.
I savor the time in the shower and Scythe’s hands on me.
“What’s your name?”
Scythe quirks a brow, and that lip of his twitching. “You don’t know my name, Freckles? Here I thought I heard you whispering it just a moment ago.”
“You know what I mean, Scythe. What’s the name you were born with?”
A darkness flashes in his eyes, and he lets out a heavy breath. “Aaron,” he answers.
“Aaron.” I let his name roll off the tip of my tongue and smile.
But Scythe doesn’t smile, instead, he looks angry.
“Are you okay?” I ask hesitantly.
Scythe’s jaw clenches for a moment, and he shakes his head. The anger vanishes from his eyes. “No one calls me that anymore. It’s my name only on paper. Not who I am anymore.”
Furrowing my brow, confused. “Why?”
“Let’s just say that, that part of me died a long time ago. All that’s left is the man I am now,” he mutters, wrapping his arms around my waist and backing me up to the tile wall of the shower.
I shiver at the coldness of the tile, but with him right here, the cold quickly vanishes as he kisses me.
His tongue diving into my mouth, one hand going to my hair, gripping it with just enough force to make it sting but not hurt.
With his free hand, he slides it over my body and down between my legs.
Never have I felt anything like this. A moan seeps from my throat as he finds his target. Two fingers thrust inside while he rubs the palm of his hand against my clit. The sensations are nearly overwhelming.
Scythe breaks his mouth away from mine, and trails kisses down my jaw, along my neck. He nips at my shoulder while releasing my hair. He pulls away and meets my gaze as he goes to his knees. “I’ve been looking forward to this,” he says, his voice rough, sensual. Just plain sexy.
Eye-level with my sex, he toys with the small patch I keep trimmed. Leaning forward, he blows a breath against my pelvis and withdraws his fingers, drawing a whimper from my lips.
Gripping either side of my waist, Scythe commands, “Put your legs on my shoulders, Josephine.”
I do as he says, and he doesn’t waste a moment more in devouring me with his tongue.
There’s no way, with the way he uses that appendage, I could keep quiet even if I wanted to.
An orgasm washes over me, and I didn’t think it was possible.
I’ve only had one that was self-induced.
Then again, you have to have a partner to have someone else give you one.
Scythe keeps lapping, sucking, and even using his fingers, but he doesn’t go deep with those digits, just enough to curl and toy with me.
I’m blinded by the way he makes me feel.
It’s like ecstasy rolled up within the way he uses his mouth on me.
He wrings one more out of me before lowering my legs while standing. “Wrap your legs around me.”
I do so and grip ahold of his shoulders, my nails biting into him as he lines himself up and thrust marginally inside me, just passing the thin barrier. I squeeze my eyes shut at the pleasurable pain that shoots through me.
“Fuck, why didn’t you tell me, Josephine?” Scythe grinds out, sounding angry, but he doesn’t pull out. He simply goes so still, it has me reopening my eyes to meet his.
“Scythe?” I murmur, unsure what to do . . . what to say.
“You should have told me,” he growls through clenched teeth, slowly entering me farther.
“When should I have told you?” I breathe and dig my nails into him. “If I had, you probably would have never touched me.”
“If I’d fuckin’ known, it wouldn’t have stopped this from happenin’, but I wouldn’t have sunk my cock into you while in the motherfuckin’ shower.” Sliding all the way to the hilt, he draws a moan from my lips.
Staying deep inside me, Scythe shuts the water off and steps from the shower, the both of us soaked.
With each step he takes, it feels absolutely amazing, and I start grinding myself against him until I find myself being lowered onto the bed.
Scythe looms over me, his mouth just a breath from mine.
Taking his time, he withdraws and sinks back in.
“Fuck, you’re tighter than I ever imagined you being,” he groans.
I arch into him, begging and pleading for him to take me.
I don’t want to wait anymore. He has my body all but on fire with need, and I want so much more.
Scythe doesn’t listen to my pleas. Instead, he builds the burn within me high until I explode, screaming his name.
Only then does he plow into me harder, taking me like I’ve dreamed of.
His body tenses, and he stills growling my name as his release spills from him, inside my body.
It’s a good thing I’m on birth control because I know he isn’t wearing a condom.