Scythe & Sparrow (The Ruinous Love Trilogy, #3)

by Brynne Weaver

At least until I realize I probably look about as appealing as a bag of dicks.

All three stop swinging in a synchronized, sudden halt of motion. They don’t wave back. “That’s … yikes,” I whisper. “That’s just fucking weird.”

“I guarantee I don’t enjoy this as much as you’d think,”

“That’s reassuring.”

Or catches my eye and grins at me as though she knew all along that I was watching like the fucking blue-balled hermit I am.

And now I’m trying to sense that gravitational pull from outside her door, like some kind of fucking weirdo stalker.

“You’re nuts.” “I’ve been living with you for a week, and I killed a guy yesterday and you’re just figuring that out now?

If they do, I’ll stab them in the fucking eye.”

It does not stop. For hours.

“She beat me with her crutch, Blackbird.”

“And then you ate three helpings of her waffles this morning and single-handedly drained her maple syrup supply. I think you’ll survive, pretty boy.”

Don’t. You. Dare. Keanu Reeves is a god among men and you will not ruin him for me by comparing him to Lachlan Fucking Kane.”

“More,” I beg, my head tilting back as he works me closer to a blinding orgasm. “Make me come on your beautiful fucking face. I want to see it smeared all over your skin.” When I look down the length of my body, it’s pure predator staring back at me. Fionn’s eyes darken. He growls against my pussy, a shock of pleasure. And then he catapults me into oblivion.

But I finally realize I don’t care about the illusion of light anymore. My Rose blooms in the dark. And all I want is to grow there with her.

She sets down a pissed-off-looking raccoon of all fucking things, though somehow, that tracks.