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)
Hell will freeze over before I allow anyone to harm this girl. She's mine. No one will get close to her. No one will touch her. I've protected rockstars and royalty and everyone in between, and I've never failed. She will be safe. Not because I'm good at what I do but because it matters more this time. It's personal now.
She crept into my chest and stole my heart like a thief in the night. It beats for her now. My whole damn world is reordering itself with her securely at the center. It's the most natural feeling in the world, too. There's nothing strange about it, nothing jolting or disorienting. It feels…damn good. Like I've been living with half a soul for thirty-five years and finally learned how to breathe.
I scoop her up into my arms and carry her upstairs to the bedroom. Crash lifts his head from the couch to look at us and then huffs and lays back down. I think he's pissed that we ran off and left him at home this morning.
"What are you doing?" Bella watches me through wide, dilated eyes when I lay her out on the bed and then pull her shoes off. Her little toes are painted purple. Somehow, even her feet are sexy to me. I bring each one to my mouth, kissing her instep before I replace it on the bed.
"We're taking a nap."
"Oh." Her eyes darken when I yank my shirt off over my head. Her greedy gaze prowls across my torso, eating up the sight of me. And goddamn, if that doesn't make me feel fifty feet tall and bulletproof. My girl likes what she's seeing. It's a good thing because I plan to be the only man she sees like this.
I know damn well that I should leave my pants on, but she isn't the only one who doesn't follow instructions and doesn't obey orders. She isn't a good girl, and I'm damn sure not a good man. I was born with hellfire in my soul. I tempt fate and taunt the devil just because I fucking can. So I strip down to my boxers, growling when her gaze shifts down my body, focusing on my cock.
"Look your fill, little girl," I rumble, gripping my shaft through the fabric. I squeeze the greedy beast, letting her get a good look at what she'll be getting just as soon as she's on the same page as me. "You made him this way."
"Jesus, Cormac," she whispers. "I think I need to stop calling you Tiny."
"Don't."
Her gaze flits back to mine.
"I like it," I say with a shrug. "Mischief and Tiny."
She smiles, a blinding smile that damn near knocks me on my ass. Jesus Christ, I can't wait until she falls in love with me too. I'm going to follow her around like a lovesick puppy.
"Your turn, Mischief. Strip."
I expect her to tell me to go to hell. Bella doesn't do anything she doesn't want to do. But she doesn't tell me that. Instead, she sits upright, reaching for the hem of her shirt. It's only after she yanks it off over her head that I realize she isn't wearing a bra.
"Your tits are out," I growl.
"You told me to strip."
"You aren't wearing a bra."
She eyes me oddly.
"Lose the pants, Mischief." If she doesn't have panties covering my pussy, I'm spanking it. And then I'm eating it. She'll just have to be mad about it after she comes on my tongue. Because those sexy leggings are too goddamn tight for her to be around my brothers with no panties.
She lifts her hips, shimmying out of her pants.
Snoopy peeps at me from between her thighs.
Part of me snarls in rage. The other part sighs in relief.
I run my gaze all over her, memorizing every curvy inch of her body. Bella isn't a small girl. She isn't reed thin. She's the perfect pear shape, exactly the kind of woman a man like me could get lost in. There's enough of her to grip onto, enough of her to cushion me while I'm driving into that little slice of heaven between her legs.
"Damn," I breathe, squeezing my cock. "I knew you were beautiful, but goddamn, baby."
She presses her thighs together, her cheeks flushing with heat. "Thanks, I think."
"As soon as you're in love with me, I'm going to feast on that perfect body," I growl. "Every goddamn inch of it will know what I feel like all over it, Bella."
"Cormac," she whispers, her voice shaking on my name. "I'm not falling in love with you."
I'm not sure if she's trying to convince me or herself. Neither of us is buying what she's selling.
"I already told you, Mischief," I murmur, sliding into the bed with her. I grab her around the waist, hauling her up against me. My dick settles between her cheeks like he's nestling into his home. "I plan to hold you the whole way down."