Her bright auburn hair cascaded over her like a cloud as she threw her head back for the umpteenth time, her rich laughter filling the air.
“Stop!” she said in between clutching her stomach, “You are making this up!”
I wanted to commit sororicide—you know, kill your own sister. But I had just told Scarecrow that we don’t kill everyone that annoys us.
Mombi’s eyes glittered with amusement, “The bitch actually tried to drop a house on you, stole your best Jimmie Choo's, and is now picking off the Munchkins?”
When she put it like that, it sounded pretty bad even to me—like I couldn’t handle my own shit. I folded my arms defensively.
“Look,” I said sharply, “I am just trying to be a good sister. I thought Dorothy might be headed here next.”
Mombi’s smile widened, “And you were worried about the giants? Darling, you shouldn’t, they are made of tough stock.”
She was impossible! I looked over at Scarecrow, who seemed to be deriving a great deal of amusement out of my frustration.
“Are you going to back me up here?” I demanded.
He glanced my way and damn if I didn’t get caught for the shortest moment on the rugged cut of his whiskered chin. No man should ever be that attractive.
“No need, Princess, you are doing so well on your own.”
I really needed to rethink that killing policy. “Fine! Whatever. At least I know that I tried to warn you.”
Mombi stood, stretching her long legs, and looking like a playboy bunny rising from her bed.
“Darling, do come by again soon, I had forgotten just how witty you could be. And Scarecrow, it has been too long my friend.”
Just what in the hell did she mean by that?
Scarecrow took his sweet ass time bowing over her hand. By the time our goodbyes were said, and we had gotten back on the bike, I was dreaming up all kinds of histories that they could have had together.
Night had fallen when we pulled up to his place. The lights from the bar were shrouded by the dirty windows.
I hopped off the bike and went straight inside not stopping until I hit the bar.
Jake grinned at me, his massive arms flexing as he rubbed a spot off a tall tumbler. “Hello, Beautiful, what can I do for you?”
“Gin and tonic,” I replied, my head sinking into my palm.
He started fixing my drink, “Not a good day?”
Scarecrow came up behind me and took the drink that Jake had just finished making for me. Throwing it back with one swallow before he set the cup down.
“What has your panties in a twist?” his dark eyes held a hint of danger.
“That was my fucking drink!” I scowled.
“It’s my fucking bar!” he challenged, moving in close so that I could smell his woodsy cologne and that scent that was all him.
I tried to scoot back, and almost tell off my stool.
Scarecrow grabbed me before I fell and threw me over his shoulder, “Night, Jake.”
“I don’t want to go to bed. I want a drink, you, asshole!” I pounded on his back as he sauntered upstairs.
I tried not to think about how hard his back muscles felt against my fists or the sexy sway of his tight ass.
“Night, Scarecrow,” Jake’s voice rang out, “Night, Beautiful!”
I felt a sharp slap on my ass right before Scarecrow dropped me onto his soft couch.
I glared up at him, “I don’t like you.”
Scarecrow shrugged as if he didn’t care one way or the other and went to the fridge pulling out two beers. After popping the top, he handed me one.
It tasted cool and refreshing.
“Thank you,” I said grudgingly.
His lips twitched, “I hope that didn’t hurt too bad.”
“Why are you always trying to piss me off?” I demanded, setting the bottle down.
Scarecrow sat back on the couch next to me, kicking his long legs out and placing them on the coffee table.
“Why do you have that impression, Indy? I am helping you, aren’t I?”
I turned so that I could poke him in the shoulder, but he didn’t even flinch.
“Are you, Scarecrow? Are you really? Because how could you possibly qualify what happened at my sisters’ as help? Please, enlighten me.”
He closed his eyes laying his head back against the back of the couch, “Mombi already had her mind set, there was no reason for me to interfere.”
I hit his shoulder with a clenched fist, “There was every reason to interfere! She might have believed you! She might have taken you seriously! But all that ended up happening was her thinking I'm delusional.”
A smile cracked his lips, “Princess, she thought that before you ever opened your mouth.”
“Argh!” I attacked, but my small fists were useless against his massive frame. And in a matter of moments, I found myself straddling an irate man.
“You want to play rough?” his silky voice was edged with danger and I knew I had pushed him too far. But he had pushed me too far as well, and I didn’t care what came of it.
“You sat there flirting with my sister! Right in front of my face, no less! Did you sleep with her?” The words came barreling out of nowhere and I couldn’t stop them.
His jaw tightened, “I am not interested in your sister.”
But my emotions were too high, I couldn’t stop the accusations, “I saw the way you two looked at each other! I can’t believe that I am so stupid. I don’t need Mombi’s cast-offs!”
Scarecrow growled low in his throat, “I will tell you this once more because, apparently, you are hard of hearing. I have no interest in your sister. I never have, and I never will.”
“But...” I was cut off when he picked me up and marched us towards his bedroom.
“You need to know who you are dealing with, Princess,” he pulled some cuffs out of the drawer and I looked up in alarm.
“What are you going to do to me?” I stammered.
“Don’t talk unless you want a gag,” he used the cuffs on my wrists and attached them to the top of the bed.
My eyes were wide as I watched him lean into me. He took my shoes off and then pulled my jeans and panties down at the same time.
I flushed as Scarecrow’s eyes darkened when he took in my nakedness.
“Too damn beautiful for your own good,” he muttered and then ripped my V-neck in half.
I cried out, “You can't keep ruining my clothes!”
His gaze shot to my face, “Gag it is, then.”
I started protesting, but he was fast, and within seconds, I had a red cloth tied around my mouth.
My eyes glittered angrily.
He had the audacity to smile, “I know you are pissed, Indy. But there is something that you need to understand. You are mine now. I don’t share, and I sure as hell, don’t cheat.”
Scarecrow looked down at my chest. I still had the pink lace bra covering me.
He leaned down and took one of my nipples into his mouth. Sucking hard against the lace so that it rubbed just enough to drive me crazy.
He did the same to the other breast and I moaned against the gag.
“I love how responsive you are,” he whispered as his hands spread across my rib cage. It was seconds later that the clasp on my bra was undone and he had full access to what he wanted.
Scarecrow’s whiskers delicately abraded the skin on my breasts and I squirmed, trying to get him to give them more attention.
But then he stood to walk away. I cried out into the cloth against his departure. I needed more.
He walked to his dresser and pulled out two dangling objects. For a moment, I thought that they might be earrings. I was very wrong.
Leaning back over me, he attached the first clamp to my right nipple and I gasped at the sharp pinch. Then he attached the other one to the left nipple.
I didn’t know what I thought of them. They didn’t hurt much beyond the initial sting, but I could feel the tight pinching and the small weight that dangled freely against my flesh.
“So fucking sexy,” he breathed. And then he stroked himself through his tight jeans.
I spread my legs out wide so that he could see just what he was doing to me.
Scarecrow took in my bare pussy with its glistening folds. I saw his eyes flash before he ripped his clothes off, not caring where they landed.
His cock was huge against his stomach and he stroked it absent-mindedly as he watched me.
“You want a taste?” he murmured.