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)
"Where are we?" I ask, lifting the helmet off my head and staring in wonder at the waterfall cascading down into a clear blue lagoon. A thick tangle of trees grows all around us, shutting out the rest of the world.
"The Falls," he murmurs, climbing off the bike behind me. He wraps an arm around my waist, dragging me back against his chest. His lips touch the side of my throat. "This place is magic."
I can believe it. It's a perfect oasis of tranquility, far removed from the activity of the sprawling town.
"It's beautiful."
"I'm serious," he murmurs against my throat. "The water is magic."
I turn to look at him over my shoulder.
"It brought you to me."
"Uh, I'm pretty sure a plane and your cousin did that, Tiny."
"Nope." He nips my throat, slipping his hand beneath the hem of my shirt to splay it across my belly. "The water in this town did. I've been drinking gallons of the shit, waiting for it to bring my soulmate to me." He inches his hand upward to cup my breast. "Now you're here. Magic."
I moan, dropping my head back against his chest. I'm pretty sure he's crazy, but I don’t care. We can be crazy together.
"Now, I gotta get you on the same page as me," he says. "Get naked and swim with me, Mischief."
My eyes flutter open. "Here? Now?"
"Scared?" he taunts, one brow arched.
Even though I know exactly what he's doing, it freaking works. My heart rebels at the label, refusing to wear it.
"Of your magic water?" I scoff, yanking my shirt off over my head. "Never."
His eyes heat and darken, turning my favorite shade of gunmetal gray. I never knew that color could be so damn erotic, yet it is. He wears it like sin.
He pulls his shirt off, dropping it beside mine. My bra goes next, followed by his belt. Neither of us speaks as we strip one article of clothing at a time, our eyes locked on one another in a silent battle that's more communion than war.
There's a reason why this man drives me wild. My soul recognizes his. His was made for mine. He's my perfect match in every way. Sin drips from his lips, and trouble dances in his eyes, the same way it does in mine. We're two sides of the same coin, a cosmic duality in the flesh.
"Brave little goddess," he growls, dragging me into his arms for a searing kiss once we're stripped bare to the elements. His erection nestles against my stomach, hot and hard. Always so damn hard.
I slip my hand between our bodies, wrapping my fingers around his length.
"Careful, little girl," he growls, his eyes at half-mast. "Your first time will be right here on the bank if you keep that up."
"Yeah? And what if I do this, Tiny?" I sink to my knees in the grass, reaching for him. My fingers trail along his balls as I bring him toward my mouth, eager to taste him like he did me.
"Ah, fuck," he groans, his stomach muscles flexing.
I lick the head of his cock. Moan at the unique, salty taste of him. Run my lips all over the broad head.
He plants his feet, snarling curses.
Oh, I like this.
"Goddamn, Mischief. I knew that sassy fucking mouth was going to blow my mind," he growls, gathering my hair up in his fist as I lick and kiss all over his shaft. "Wrap those pouty lips around me and do your worst, baby. Torture me."
So I do. I plunge down on him, taking him deep into my mouth. My lips stretch to accommodate him. My eyes water. Jesus. He's built like a freaking God. My mouth is full and still, there's so much more.
"Ah, God, yeah." He rocks his hips in gentle pulses, unable to stay still. That's the thing about this man. He's in charge even when he's not. I don’t have to hold back because he doesn't hold back. We are who we are, and we burn together.
I pull back and then plunge down again, working my hands up toward my mouth at the same time. I want to watch him unravel. I want to be the reason he loses his mind.
"You trying to make me come down that perfect throat, Mischief?"
I bob my head, not denying it.
He groans, pulsing his hips again. Tears leak from the corners of my eyes as he hits the back of my throat.
"Too bad, baby," he says, pulling out of my mouth suddenly. He leans down, yanking me up from the ground. "When I come again, it'll be in your cunt while I'm planting my kid in you."
"Cormac!" I cry.
He smacks my ass, storming down the bank toward the water. The big jerk doesn't even give me time to prepare before he tosses me.
I sink like a freaking stone, the cool water closing over my head. It's freaking cold! My feet touch the sandy bottom, and I kick off, catapulting myself upward.