Saving His Sunshine – Spoon Heroes Read Online Nichole Rose

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Insta-Love, Novella Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 39513 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 198(@200wpm)___ 158(@250wpm)___ 132(@300wpm)
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I run circles around her nipple, teasing both of us. It's pure fucking torture. I want nothing more than to taste her on my tongue.

"So responsive," I growl against her ear. "You like when I touch you like this?"

She bites her lip and nods, arching into my hand. Our lips meet in another heated kiss as I play with her nipples, pinching and rolling them through the material of her shirt until I can’t stand the torment anymore.

I slip my hand beneath the fabric. My fingers trace lazy circles on her stomach before moving higher, cupping the weight of her breast in my hand.

When I roll a nipple beneath my thumb, she shudders against me, arching into my touch with a whimper that vibrates through me

"Alessandro," she moans against my mouth. "I need you."

"Has anyone ever made you come before, angel?" I ask roughly.

"N-No. I've n-never..." Her whispered confession has satisfaction roaring through me.

"Good." Anticipation builds as I slide my hand back down her soft belly. "Eyes on me, Heidi."

Her gaze locks with mine, pupils wide and dilated, her breath choppy as my fingers dip beneath the waistband of her shorts. "I'm going to be the first and only, Sunshine. When you touch yourself from now on, this is what you'll think about. Coming all over my hand. Moaning my name."

I delve into her panties, and nearly fucking explode when I feel how wet she is. Hot, slick, perfect. "Fucking hell. I can't wait until this sweet pussy is all mine."

Holding her stare, I part her folds, stroking my fingers through her sticky juices.

Her chest stills.

"Breathe, angel," I command softly.

She sucks in a shaking breath.

Slowly, I circle her swollen clit. A keening cry spills from her lips, the sound like a match to my blood.

"Goddamn, you feel good." I slide one finger into her tight little hole, stretching her, readying her.

"Alessandro, I...I..." She's trembling, her walls fluttering around me.

"You going to come on me, Heidi? Is that what you're trying to tell me?" I already know the answer. I feel her climbing higher with every thrust of my finger, every pass over her clit.

"Yes!" The word is a sobbing plea, and I nearly fucking come in my pants.

"Good. Come all over my fucking hand, pretty angel." I plunge into her faster, stroking that sweet spot, my thumb grinding against her clit.

With a choked whimper, she shatters in my arms, her pussy clenching around my finger like a vise. It's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen—her pretty eyes drugged with pleasure, her kiss-swollen lips parted on a moan.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous, Sunshine,” I whisper, working her through the orgasm, fighting like hell not to follow her over the edge. “So goddamn perfect when you’re coming for me.”

As she goes boneless in my arms, I gather her close, brushing my lips over her temple. "Fucking beautiful," I breathe.

"Alessandro." The way she sighs my name, dreamy and sated, sends an unfamiliar ache lancing through my chest. I've never wanted anything the way I want her—the way I want this.

She lets me hold her for a long, perfect moment before a yawn escapes her.

"Shit." I reluctantly set her on her feet, already mourning the loss of her in my arms. "I should let you get some sleep. It's late.”

"I am sleepy," she admits through another yawn, her nose scrunching adorably. But then her gaze snags on the box I set aside, and her brow furrows. "What's that?"

"Oh. Found it on your porch." I pick it up and hand it to her.

She opens the flaps, only to cry out and drop it. Rotting, moldy bread spills across the floor. A single sheet of paper flutters out behind it, landing neatly on top.

Bending down, I snatch up the paper. "Your bakery is going to fail,” I read, my blood turning to ice in my veins. “What the fuck is this?"

Heidi's face pales, but she tries to wave it off. "N-nothing. Probably just some teenagers playing a stupid prank."

She's lying. I can see the fear in her eyes, the tremor in her hands as she tries to shove the moldy loaves back into the box.

Panic twists in my gut. Rage slides through my veins. Someone is threatening her. How long has this been going on? Judging by the way she avoids my gaze, this isn’t the first note.

Jesus Christ.

I hook an arm around her waist, forcing her to abandon her hasty attempt to hide the evidence. She stumbles slightly as I back her up against the door.

"Don't play with me, Heidi." I slide my hand along her jaw, tipping her face up to mine. "That's not a fucking joke. It's a threat. Tell me what you're hiding. Now."

For a moment, I think she's going to try to keep lying to me, but then her shoulders slump, and she sighs. "Someone doesn't want me to open the bakery," she whispers. "They've been leaving notes like this at the shop for the last couple of weeks."


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