“What the hell, Indy?”
Mombi’s voice screamed through the phone as I pulled the receiver away from my ear.
“I have enough shit to deal with. The prides are fighting again, and their dumbass leader is off playing bartender for your fuck buddy.”
I swallowed nervously, “Um, about that, Scarecrow isn’t just a fuck buddy.”
I felt him jolt at his name and then turned when he heard the rest of the sentence.
Mombi was silent.
“Are you still there?” I prodded.
“Yeah,” she said, and I heard a hint of a smile in her voice. “So, you and the big guy are...”
She deliberately let it trail off for me to answer.
“We are dating,” I blurted out. And then, I wanted to cover my eyes for some unknown reason. Perhaps it was because my cheeks were flaming hot even though she couldn’t see them.
Scarecrow stole the phone from me and held it above my head.
“Mombi,” his firm tone was direct as always. “Your sister is too embarrassed to tell you that she is madly in love with me and has been for years.”
“I never said that!” I blurted out incredulously.
“Of course, she said that. Indy has been harboring tender feelings since the moment her eyes clapped onto me.”
I started jumping trying to remove the phone from his hands.
“Best sex she’s ever had,” his eyes twinkled at me.
“I am going to kill you,” I said through gritted teeth. Although, he was not wrong.
“Yeah, I will call Jake and tell him to get his ass together. Expect him sometime tonight, or in the morning.”
I couldn’t hear what my sister was saying, but her tone sounded almost—friendly?
“Yeah, I'll tell her you love her. Right, thanks for the welcome to the family. She will call you soon.”
He ended the call and smirked down at me, “You're welcome.”
“Are you kidding me?” I snarled. “Now, she is going to call up El, and they are going to laugh their asses off about how whipped I am.”
Scarecrow shrugged, “So?”
I wanted to beat his incredibly handsome head against the nearest tree. It was a good thing that we were in the middle of nowhere. That way I wouldn’t have any witnesses to the murder.
“So,” I drew the word out deliberately, “I don’t like being made fun of!”
Scarecrow frowned, “They are only teasing you, Indy. It’s not like any of it is malicious or mean.”
That was true.
“But it’s personal,” I demanded.
“They are your sisters,” Scarecrow’s eyes hardened. “I would be more than willing to bet you know each other’s bra sizes, in-depth knowledge of their sexual experience, and a reasonable estimate of how much money they have in the bank. You are lucky to have them still, Indy!”
Then it dawned on me that I was a complete idiot.
“You miss your mom,” I said softly under my breath.
His eyes lit for a moment, “I would give almost anything to tell her about you. But I will never get that chance.”
My mortality and his immortality smacked me in the face.
“You’re right,” I went up to him and wrapped my arms around his slender waist, feeling the taut muscles beneath his shirt.
“Could you say that a little louder,” his mouth was near the shell of my ear. “I don’t hear it very often coming from you.”
I couldn’t contain the small smile that broke across my face, “You're right.”
“Pardon?” his eyes danced with amusement.
“You are fucking right! Are you happy?” I shouted.
His eyes darkened in an instant, “I’m not fucking you right now, but I intend to remedy the situation soon.”
I gasped as he picked up the edge of my shirt and whisked it over my head. Seconds later, he was tugging my panties and skirt down my legs.
He kneeled before me, glancing up wickedly through his impossibly dark lashes.
“You smell incredible,” his face buried at the juncture of my thighs as he took in a large breath.
I was naked for anyone to come along and see. Not only that, I had a sex God kneeling at my feet, just millimeters away from my pussy.
My legs were trembling when he reached his tongue out to swipe across my mons.
“Scarecrow!” I moaned, thrusting my hips forward.
His laughter was muffled by my skin as he lifted one of my legs over his shoulder to have better access to my core.
I gripped his shoulders tightly, afraid that I would fall. But the moment he started sucking and spearing my hot core with his tongue, I lost all control over my body.
He laughed as he caught me and laid me on a patch of grass.
“Struggling, Princess?” he teased.
“You have no idea,” I rasped.
He grabbed my thighs and parted them obscenely. I felt the cool breeze on my tender skin. And my nipples tightening into hard points.
“So fucking beautiful,” he murmured, lifting my ass towards his face so that he could once again rock my world.
His mouth was voracious against my pussy. Kissing and sucking on me like he was a starved man eating his last meal. I felt my orgasm building, rolling up at an almost unbearable pace. I wanted this to last longer, but I sure as hell didn’t want him to stop.
Taking my swollen clit into his mouth, he sucked and laved it with his tongue until I couldn’t keep it at bay any longer, pleasure shattered over me.
Washing away any inhibitions, I lewdly thrust my hips against his face as I rode out every wave of ecstasy.
I hadn’t realized my hands were on my breasts until he pulled away after kissing the inside of my thigh.
“It’s so fucking amazing to see you touch yourself. I love how you let go for me, how you hold nothing back.”
I was on him in an instant, ripping his jeans away. I pushed him onto his back and sank onto his massive cock, gasping as it filled me to the core.
“Fuck, Scarecrow!” I moaned low in my throat before I slowly began to grind my sopping core against his dick.
His guttural moans, accompanied by a deathlike grip on my hips, told me that he was okay with me taking the lead this time.
I sat up to ride him harder, pushing him deeper inside of me.
Grabbing my breasts again, I threw my head back as I pulled and twisted my nipples until they were aching with need.
Scarecrow had increased his pace, his hands on my hips almost punishing.
I don’t know if I have ever seen his eyes that dark, as he started lifting and ramming me back down on his cock.
I screamed out his name, tightening my core muscles to try and keep steady as he continued to impale me on his dick.
I met him, thrust for thrust, feeling him everywhere inside of me until I didn’t know where I left off and he began.
“Fuck,” he rasped, “I am going to come. Touch yourself, baby. Show me where you like it.”
I blinked before sliding a hand down to where he was deep inside of me. I felt the thickness of his cock and wondered how this was possible.
“Stop teasing,” he demanded.
And I giggled a little, before finding my clit and gently stroking it. My pussy automatically tightened, and he groaned again as his thrusts brought me closer to my release.
“Hurry,” his teeth were clenched, “Can’t hold on.”
Then he came in spurts of white hot cum that triggered a powerful orgasm within me. I rode him hard until the last vestige of pleasure had fled my body, and I grinned.
“What’s got you so happy?”
I could hear the smile in his voice.
“I love you,” I blurted out.
He cupped my cheek with his large hand, “I love you, too.”