Series: Silver Spoon MC Series by Nichole Rose
Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 33590 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33590 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
"Thank you for dinner, Miss Ophelia," I murmur. "It was lovely."
"You're welcome, dear. Next time, I'll make apple pie. And you can teach me how to hack into the Sheriff's Department. They have all the good gossip." She winks at me and then shuffles up the stairs, leaving me alone with Scarlett.
"You know she's serious, right?" Scarlett asks once her bedroom door closes.
I laugh quietly, reaching for her hand. "Walk me to the door, pretty baby."
"I'm serious, Finn. Now that you've hacked mahjong, she'll have you hacking into everything."
"Let me worry about that," I murmur, stopping at the front door. "I've got tricks up my sleeve that'll satisfy your aunt without breaking any laws, pretty baby. Besides, she's harmless."
Scarlett snorts.
"You're fucking cute when you're worried about me."
"Maybe I'm worried about her going to jail."
"Nah, you're worried about me."
"Maybe," she admits in a whisper, looking up at me through her lashes.
"Yeah, you are," I growl, reeling her in toward me until she's pressed up against my chest.
"What are you doing?"
"Kissing you." Before she has too long to think about that, I delve my hand into her copper waves to tip her head back and then slant my mouth down over hers. My lips brush hers in a soft pass as she melts into me, her hands clutching at my arms to pull me closer.
I want to sink into her slowly and enjoy this moment, but I'm a greedy bastard who has spent the last three days obsessing about kissing this mouth. So I don't sink into her. I flick my tongue against her lips, demanding entry. Hers part with a soft sigh of surrender as she offers herself up to me without reservation.
My tongue touches hers and my entire damn universe realigns itself, orbiting around her. Her kisses, her laughter, her smiles. Fuck, I'm done for, another victim to the waters of this town. Except I don't think I can call myself that when I've been drinking the stuff by the gallon and showering two damn times a day, trying to soak up whatever mystical powers it seems to possess.
She whimpers, pressing her body against mine. My dick nestles against her belly. As soon as she feels it, a loud moan ripples through the room. She shivers in my arms, pressing even closer. Ah, hell. My little bookworm wants me.
"Fuck," I growl against her lips, planting my hands on her ass. I squeeze her cheeks through her jeans, groaning at how they overflow my palms. There's so much of her to love. I feel like a damn kid set loose in a candy store with an unlimited budget and no rules. Everything on the shelves will be mine. No one else can have a single piece of her.
"Finn," she moans.
I boost her up into my arms, needing a better taste of that mouth. Her legs wrap around my hips, putting her hot center right up against my cock. I fall back against the door, gripping her ass to grind her against me. I can't help it. Heaven is right there, and I want a taste. Just a little taste to tide me over until I'm inside her.
Her cry of shocked delight has cum leaking into my boxers. I know as soon as I hear it that no one has ever touched her before. No one has ever had their hands on her body or made her feel this good before. My little bookworm is all mine…and I'm all hers.
"I'm going to make you come, pretty baby," I whisper, kissing a trail down her throat. I stop to lavish attention on the pulse pounding there and then move lower, dipping my tongue into the hollow, and then tracing the tip of it along her collarbone. "When you sleep tonight, I want your last thought to be my name."
"Finn," she whispers.
I rock her against me, riding her against my cock, letting her feel how damn good we're going to be together. She won't need her dirty books and her imagination with me. I'll be her own personal fucktoy. My fingers, my tongue, and my cock will be at her disposal any time of the day or night. As soon as her pretty cunt starts to ache, I'll be ready to take care of it for her, in whatever kinky, filthy way she wants.
"You're going to fall in love with me, Scarlett," I growl, pressing my face to her chest. I breathe in her scent—the sweetest vanilla—and then bite her nipple through her shirt. I rake the hard bud through my teeth, making sure she feels every second of it. "Every inch of you is going to be mine."
She cries out, her head falling back. Her nails dig into my shoulder blades as she rocks against me, mindlessly chasing the pleasure. She uses me to get herself off now, and fuck, I love it. She's beautiful as she rocks and moans, tangled up in rapture.