Series: Silver Spoon MC Series by Nichole Rose
Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 38632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 193(@200wpm)___ 155(@250wpm)___ 129(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 193(@200wpm)___ 155(@250wpm)___ 129(@300wpm)
I make the same desperate, needy sound, yanking on his hair, trying to get closer to him. Reality spirals away, leaving nothing but want and need and take. It's primal, elemental, and somehow sexy as hell too. There's something so raw about it, so unrefined. This isn't some carefully planned seduction. This is desire in its purest form. It's us, sparking like kindling and going up in flames.
"Fuck yeah," he groans, biting my lip. "Rub that pretty cunt all over me, angel."
I do. God help me, I do. I can't stop myself.
We stumble out of the bathroom and into the bedroom, locked together like two connected puzzle pieces. Halfway to the bed, I realize the ringing in my ears isn't blood pumping through my system. It's his phone.
"Tate," I gasp.
"Say my name again," he growls. "Louder."
"Tate, wait. Your phone."
For a minute, I think he's going to ignore me, but he growls a curse and reluctantly fishes it out of his pocket.
"What?" he snaps, his eyes blazing with deadly heat as they track across my face. Oh my. He does not like being interrupted.
I can't hear whoever he's talking to, but whatever they say instantly snaps him into focus. The haze clears between one heartbeat and the next as he carefully tucks the wild man away and slips into surgeon mode.
"When?" he asks and then listens for a minute. "Call Dr. Davidson in from pulmonary and prep the OR. I'll be there in fifteen minutes."
For the second time in twenty minutes, my heart stops beating for a second before leaping ahead with a jarring thud. Tate notices. As soon as he disconnects, he tosses the phone onto the bed, wrapping both arms around me.
"It's not Scout," he says. "Breathe, baby."
I suck in a deep breath, letting it out on a shaky exhale. "I thought…"
"I know." He rubs my back. "It's not her. It's not going to be her." He carries me to the bed and sits down with me in his lap. "Look at me."
I tilt my head back, meeting his gaze.
"We're performing her surgery first thing on Thursday morning," he says, his voice soft. "She'll be in the OR before the sun rises."
"Thursday?" I whisper, stunned. That's only three days from now. I don't know why, but I thought it would take longer. I guess I assumed it would take weeks to iron out the details, not days. She was in such bad shape when she got here, I think most of the other doctors never expected her to make it to surgery. They certainly haven't been in a rush to get her into the OR, which is exactly why Gage called Tate. Honestly, I think they're afraid to operate on her. They gave up on her before they even gave her a chance. Not Tate.
"Thursday." Tate cups my cheek in his palm. "It can't wait, angel. She's getting weaker by the day. The longer we wait, the riskier it gets. That's not a risk I'm willing to take with her or you. We've got to get in there now."
I bob my head in understanding, tears of gratitude welling in my eyes. No, I'm not afraid of this man. How can I be? He's fought harder for my niece in one day than anyone else has all week. I barely know him, but in this moment, a little piece of my heart falls into his hands.
I lean forward and press my lips to his before quickly pulling back.
"Thank you," I whisper, roughly clearing my throat. "For fighting for her."
He thumbs my tears away, bumping his forehead against mine. "You should know, I'm not just fighting for Scout. I'm fighting for you too. As soon as she's out of the woods, I'm going to make you fall in love with me, Samara Lansing."
I don't tell him that I think I might already be falling.
"You can't boss me into falling for you, Tate," I say instead, rolling my eyes.
"I'm not going to boss you." He picks me up again, smirking. "I'm going to spoil you with this dick until you forget other men exist. But keep rolling those eyes at me and I'll be spanking that pretty ass as soon as I finish this surgery."
"I will smother you with a pillow."
"No, you won't." He carries me to the head of the bed and pulls the covers back before depositing me beneath them. "Then you won't have anyone to cuddle with tonight." He drops a kiss on my forehead before pulling the covers up over me. "Rest, Sleeping Beauty. I'll be back as soon as I can."
"You're sleeping on the couch," I mumble, burrowing into the blankets.
"Uh, fuck no," he growls. "I'm sleeping with one hand on my pussy, and the other over one of those sexy tits. You can be mad about it tomorrow."