Series: Silver Spoon MC Series by Nichole Rose
Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 39033 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 195(@200wpm)___ 156(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 39033 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 195(@200wpm)___ 156(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)
"Andreas," I moan, turned on all over again at the sight of him covering me in him.
He tips his head forward to watch too, his bedroom eyes at half-mast.
"Fuck," he groans, releasing his cock when the last drop lands against my skin. He stares at the mess he made for a long moment, breathing hard, and then he reaches out and rubs his cum into my skin. His eyes meet mine, swirling with hot possession. "I'm not washing it off. You're going to sleep covered in me tonight, little one."
"Good," I whisper. "Maybe then you won't regret it in the morning."
He falls forward, catching himself on his elbows at the last minute. "Regret it?" he says, capturing my lips with his in a hot, hungry kiss. "Little one, you'll be lucky if I let you leave the bed without a repeat performance in the morning."
"Really?" I ask, worried he's going to be mad at me. "You said you didn't want to have sex tonight."
"No, I said I'm not making love to you until you know this is forever," he disagrees, rolling us to the side and pulling me into his arms. "I'm not taking your cherry until you're ready for what that means. But play with that juicy cunt for me as often as you want, little one. Just remember one thing."
"What?" I ask, my cheeks blazing with heat.
"If you touch what belongs to me, I set the ground rules. And my first rule is that you don't touch my pussy unless I get to watch you do it."
Oh. Oh, wow.
"Okay," I say, another frisson of heat waving through me.
"Goodnight, rabbit."
"Goodnight, Andreas," I whisper, burrowing into him.
Chapter Five
Andreas
"Rabbit, this is Jude Despora," I say, keeping Catriona tucked into my side when Fifth arrives at my office. "We call him Fifth."
"Hi," Catriona whispers, cowering into me like she isn't sure what to make of him.
Jude is…Jude. With wild hair, a scruffy jaw, and runway-worthy fashion sense, if anyone in the club should be teased about being a fucking model, it's him. But he's a big, grumpy son of a bitch. He tells it like it is and doesn't pull punches. His moral compass never deviates. He's the last motherfucker you'd expect to find in a courtroom…and the only motherfucker I'd want in one with me.
Which is exactly why I called him. I'm not going to keep Catriona a secret from the club or anyone else. I don't want anyone thinking I'm ashamed of her or trying to hide her. But I do want to know what exactly we're facing in terms of the case against the Vipers. Is she on the list of suspects? Are the feds going to come knocking? If anyone can sus out the particulars, it's Fifth.
"Hey, sweetheart," Fifth says, giving her a soft, encouraging smile. His gaze flits to me, rife with curiosity. I can tell he knows who she is, but he's a polite bastard around women. He won't make her feel anything less than welcome, regardless of how he really feels about seeing her cuddled up to me in my office. And I'm fully expecting him to be pissed about it. Me falling for the sister of a rival MC currently embroiled in a RICO case promises nothing but trouble for us.
"Jude, this is my girlfriend, Catriona Grady," I say, holding his gaze.
Catriona makes a soft sound that's partly a squeak and partly a stutter. It's fucking adorable. My girl isn't shy, but she's nervous as hell. I stayed home with her yesterday. But I nearly had to pick her up and carry her out of the house this morning to get her into my truck. She was adamant about staying at home by herself today. I think she's worried her brother is going to come roaring into town looking for her. But he has no reason to look here, not yet.
"Girlfriend, huh?" Fifth asks. "Does her brother know?"
"Not yet."
Fifth rubs his jaw, giving me an assessing look. "Plan on telling him?"
"Eventually," I say.
"What? Since when?" Catriona spins to face me. "We didn't discuss this."
"Are you mine, little one?" I ask, tipping my head down to look at her.
"I… Well, I…"
"You say anything but yes, and we're going to be kicking Fifth out of here while I prove it to you," I growl, narrowing my eyes on her. I don't give a fuck if we're in my office or not. I'll have her playing with herself and screaming my name on top of my desk until she's too blissed out to argue about it. "You're mine, Catriona. I don't give a fuck who your brother is or what he has to say about it."
"You can't just say things like that," she hisses at me, flapping her hands and shooting a horrified look at Fifth. "We have company, Andreas."