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)
"Cormac," I gasp. "I'm going to come."
"Fuck," he breathes, pure reverence in his tone. "Do it, Mischief. Let me feel it."
I drop down harder, gripping his shoulder to give myself leverage. He doesn't lift me this time. I do it myself, taking what I need from him.
"Yes," he groans, watching me with those gunmetal gray eyes. "Fuck yourself with my cock, baby. Use me to get yourself there. I'm your goddamn toy. Fuck. Use me."
I sob his name, unraveling like a spool of thread. Flames erupt inside my veins, liquefying me. I come hard, crying his name to the heavens.
He roars and rolls us, flipping me to my stomach. His hard body pins me to the blanket as he covers me. I shout in ecstasy as he lets go, driving into me in deep thrusts that impale me on him, threatening to split me open.
It feels so good. So good.
I say it over and over again, babbling it as another orgasm wrecks me.
I don't fall alone. He buries his face in my neck and stills, whispering my name. His sticky seed splashes into me in thick ropes, warming me.
We writhe through it, both silent, both in rapture. Both sated.
He rolls off me, dragging me into his arms. His heart pounds against my back, a joyous, frenetic rhythm. "You were worth the wait," he whispers, his lips at my ear.
"So were you," I whisper back.
"You called my place home today," he says an hour later, helping me dress. "Twice."
"Did I? Weird," I tease, hiding a smile behind my hair.
He growls playfully. "You also broke my rules today."
"Hacker doesn't count as another man, Tiny!"
He cocks a brow.
"You're ridiculous."
He smirks and plops the helmet down on my head. "Get your cute ass on the bike before I decide to spank you anyway."
"Fine, but I'm hungry. You have to take me home this time," I say, emphasizing the word home.
His eyes light up, that pirate smile blinding.
Before he can mount the bike, a police cruiser rolls up the gravel lane.
"Shit," Cormac mutters, coming to stand beside me.
The cruiser pulls in beside the bike. The window rolls down. A flipping gorgeous cop about Cormac's age eyes the two of us.
"Got a call about teenagers parked up here, up to no good," he says, his dark gaze inscrutable. "You two know anything about that?"
"Nope," Cormac says. "Haven't seen a teenager, Sheriff."
"What about you?" the Sheriff asks me.
"No," I whisper, my heart pounding.
He grunts, and then his stern facade cracks, and he laughs. "Take your overgrown ass home, Giant. Before Lilah Davis stops calling me and drives out here herself to see something she's too goddamn old to see."
"Already headed that way," Cormac says.
The Sheriff laughs again and then rolls his window up before backing out.
"Someone could see us?" I hiss at Cormac, my cheeks blazing with heat.
"Nah, Mischief. Lilah lives too far away to see." He pauses, that unrepentant pirate smile stealing across his face. "She definitely heard the show, though."
"Oh, my God," I whisper. "I hate you."
He laughs loudly. "No, you don't."
He's right. I don't.
Chapter Nine
Giant
I can't keep my fucking hands off Mischief, and she's more than willing to let me have my way with her at every available opportunity. Three days pass in a sex-fueled haze. As soon as clothes touch her perfect body, I'm removing them again, tearing them from her in my haste to bare her to my touch. It's a good goddamn thing I'm a millionaire because she already needs new shit.
We fuck all over the property. And it's still not enough to sate either one of us. It's still not enough to cool the fire burning between us. Every minute, I fall deeper under her spell. I find some new thing to love about her. Like her irrational disdain of Will Farrell movies. Or the fact that she cries when we watch Beauty and the Beast, only to swear that she had something in her eye. Or how she always sneaks scraps to Crash and then bats those lashes at me and pretends she has no idea what I'm talking about.
She's fierce and beautiful and lives her life fully outside the lines. I never want to give her up. I never want our bubble to pop. Yet far too soon, it does.
I check in with Mac for an update every morning. He's not thrilled that his daughter chose me. I think his daughter could choose Jesus and he'd be pissed about it. But what she said about him not trusting her rattled him. So he bites his tongue. Mostly. He did threaten to bury my body if I break her heart. He won't have to do it though. I'll cut out my own damn heart before I break hers.
The fourth morning after our visit to the Falls, my phone rings at the ass crack of dawn. I quickly silence it to keep from waking Mischief, and then roll out of bed, concerned when I see Mac's number on the display. He never calls me directly. We've been using Hacker's secure line all week as an extra safety precaution.