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)
"Cormac, we're outside," I hiss.
"Should have thought of that before you started fucking with me," he rumbles. "Now you're going to sit your pretty ass right there and let me see for myself."
It should be criminal to be this damn bossy and this damn hot at the same time. I don't even like bossy men! But this one gets all growly and starts telling me what I'm going to do, and part of me wants to obey him. The other part wants to defy him just to see how he reacts.
He drags the front of my pants down, exposing my panties.
"Jesus Christ," he breathes, his eyes locked on the sheer lace. "This isn't a fucking cartoon, Mischief."
"The wives bought them."
"I can see your cunt."
I moan, my core clenching at the reverent way he says it, as if he's talking about the holy grail.
"Fuck. Tell me I can touch it."
"T-touch me."
He shoves his hand down my panties, tearing the delicate lace.
I bite my tongue, trying to keep from shouting his name into the wild.
"Yo, fucker! You back here?"
I jump as Callum's voice sounds around the side of the house.
Crash starts barking and launches himself off the porch.
Cormac presses his forehead to mine, snarling curses. His eyes meet mine, fury burning bright in the gray depths. "This isn't over," he growls, touching his thumb to my clit. "As soon as they leave tonight, I'm eating my dessert, Mischief."
"Okay," I whisper.
He presses a hard kiss to my mouth and then quickly pulls his hand from my panties and straightens my clothes. He barely has me back on my feet before Callum rounds the side of the house, coming into view. Crash trots along at his side, a giant bone in his mouth.
"Stop bribing my fucking dog to let you on my property," Cormac growls at his cousin.
"Settle down, fucker. I brought you a bribe, too," Callum mutters, holding up a six-pack of beer. His gaze comes to me as he jogs up the steps. "Bella."
"Callum."
He sets the beer on the table and then crosses to me, holding out a shopping bag.
"What's this?" I ask, eyeing him suspiciously.
"Plane snacks," he mutters. "Cormac said I had to replace yours."
I open the bag and peer in, and then blink rapidly. It's overflowing with bags of plane snacks. "Uh, Callum? Did you rob a flight attendant?"
He cracks a smile. "Don't ask what I had to do to get those. You don't want to know."
I laugh, unable to help myself. Maybe Callum isn't so bad after all.
"Great," Cormac mutters from behind me, resignation heavy in his voice. "Now I have to kill my favorite fucking cousin."
"Cormac, what are you–?"
"Pants off," he growls, flipping the lock on the front door and then yanking his shirt off over his head. "Now, Mischief."
"You just slammed the door on Andreas!"
"I don't fucking care. Pants off, baby." He stalks toward me, an implacable beast on the hunt. His eyes are dark, his chest heaving with exertion. He's so damn sexy. Jesus, this man is freaking gorgeous when he's turned on. And he's been turned on all damn night. Every time I looked at him, he was watching me as if he couldn't look away.
Everyone noticed, but he didn't care. I don't think Cormac cares what anything thinks about him or us or his life. He is who he is, and he makes no apologies for it. He isn't cocky or arrogant. He's just…Cormac. He's a category unto himself.
I back toward the couch, not sure if I want to try to get away or if I want to let him have his way with me here and now. Both. Fighting this man is like a drug. God help me, but I love that he lets me do it. He doesn't back down, and he doesn't get fed up. He lets me be who I am and fight him and push his buttons, and he loves every minute of it. No one has ever done that for me before. No one has ever accepted me so completely. I've always been too much, too independent, too fierce to get past a first date. Not with this man.
With him, I'm just enough. And that makes me feel powerful in a way I never have before, secure in a way I've never felt. I can submit to him without becoming less. I can let go for a little while without feeling like I have to settle or give up part of myself to do it. I can be all of me with him. There's something addicting in that too. There's a freedom to it I've never felt.
"One," he growls.
"Why are you counting?"
"Because if you aren't naked when I get to five, I'm ripping those pretty clothes off your body."
"You better not!" I take another step away from him.
"Strip, Mischief."