Series: Silver Spoon MC Series by Nichole Rose
Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 37450 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 187(@200wpm)___ 150(@250wpm)___ 125(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37450 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 187(@200wpm)___ 150(@250wpm)___ 125(@300wpm)
I emerge spluttering and trembling to find him wading toward me wearing that pirate smile.
"You are such a jerk," I hiss, battling hair out of my face.
"You were getting too fucking hot," he says, pulling me into his arms.
"I should drown you."
"You could," he murmurs, yanking my legs up around his hips. "But then I couldn't do this." He shoves his hand between us, his thumb zeroing in on my clit.
"Oh!"
"See? You fucking love when I do this, Mischief." His mouth slants down over mine, claiming my lips in a deep kiss.
I grip his shoulders, riding his hand as the water splashes around us. I'm not cold anymore. I'm burning up, spiraling toward an orgasm at the speed of light.
"I love you, Mischief," Cormac whispers right when I'm on the edge.
I shatter like finely spun glass, shouting his name into the sky. Ripples move through me, setting off a tsunami of sensation. One bleeds into the other, each more powerful than the last. But at the very heart of it all is awe.
I come down slowly, floating back to earth in his arms. "Cormac," I whisper, placing one trembling hand against his cheek.
He turns his face into it, kissing my palm.
"You don't need magic water to get me on the same page." I meet his gaze, holding it…letting him see the truth painted across my face. "I'm already there."
His nostrils flare, his pupils dilating.
"I love you."
"Fuck," he growls.
"I was going to tell you when we got home." I take a breath and exhale it slowly. "I'm afraid, though. Um, I've never done this before. I've never wanted this before. I don't want to mess it up."
"I've never done this before either."
"I…wait. Really?"
"I've been waiting for you, Bella."
"Cormac," I whisper.
"You can't mess this up, baby. There's nothing you could possibly do to make me love you less." He presses his forehead to mine. "We're ride or die, little girl. That won't ever change. You're my fucking soul."
"What if I'm jealous?"
"Baby, I'm jealous of the dog when you're scratching his ears," he says, laughing. "I'm jealous of fucking Snoopy for touching my pussy. I'm goddamn jealous Callum brought you plane snacks and made you smile."
"You're crazy." I smile, unable to help myself.
"Yeah, and your little ass made me that way," he growls. "So be jealous, baby. I plan to be jealous as hell when it comes to you. You're fucking mine. I won't ever share you."
"What if I'm a brat?"
He grabs my hand, shoving it between our bodies. "Feel this?" he asks, closing my fingers around his erection. "This is what you do to me every fucking time you cop an attitude. Please be a brat. I live for that shit, Mischief."
Well, put that way….
I wrap my hand more firmly around him, squeezing.
"Mischief. I already warned you once," he growls.
"Beds are overrated, Tiny. Make love to me here by your magic water," I whisper, stroking him slowly. "Let's be bad together."
"Jesus Christ. I knew skinny dipping would work," he mumbles, already wading toward shore.
Within moments, we're on the bank, and he's grabbing a blanket from his saddlebag. He unfolds it with a flourish before flipping it onto the thick grass.
"Come here," he murmurs, pulling me back into his arms. "Let me warm you up."
I go willingly, pressing my body to his as he draws me down to the ground. He sits with me in his lap, my legs around his waist.
"You're so damn beautiful, Mischief." He brushes my hair away from my face, leaning down to kiss water droplets from my skin. "Every damn time I look at you, you take my breath away."
"You do too." I trace my fingers over his cheekbones and then down his muscular shoulders. "I never thought I'd fall in love with the freaking Hulk."
"I love that." He gives me those dimples again.
"What?"
"My size is not a bonus where you're concerned." He chuckles. "It annoys the hell out of you."
"Well, yeah." I frown at him. "It's really hard to kick an ass you can barely reach, Tiny."
He laughs again, tipping me over backward so I land on my back beneath him. "That's what I love, Mischief. I'm not a goddamn bucket list item to you. My size isn't something in a checklist. You don't give a shit how big I am. You're going to give me hell and fight me regardless."
"You aren't a bucket list item," I agree, squirming beneath him. "But, um, there is one thing I'd like to check off the list any minute now."
"Yeah? What's that?"
"You inside me."
"Oh, we're getting there, baby," he growls. "But not until I get dessert."
"Cormac," I moan.
"I'm starving for you, Mischief. So lay back and let me have my snack, and then I'll take the cherry you keep waving in my face."
"I do not!"
"Yeah, you do."
His lips close around my nipple, and my argument dissolves. Who needs to argue anyway?