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)
"What the fuck?" His head snaps up, his eyes meeting mine. "Where are your panties?"
"Don't have them. Don't miss them. Would skip them again," I say, smiling sweetly.
His scowl is black enough to frighten the devil. Luckily, I don't scare easily.
"Oh, Mischief," he growls, that pirate smile overtaking his face. "I'm going to have fun with you."
"Get on with it then."
The next thing I know, I'm face down on the bed with his hand on my ass. I yelp and then moan as the sting bleeds to pleasure.
He hauls me right back up, flipping us so he's on his back beneath me, and I'm straddling his face.
"Take a seat," he growls.
Oh, my.
I gently lower myself down, but he's not having any of that.
"I said sit your little ass down, baby. Now, grab a pillow and cover that sassy mouth."
"What? Why…?"
He smacks my ass again and yanks me down onto his mouth.
I grab a pillow, shoving my face into it just in time to muffle my shout. He doesn't eat me. He freaking sends me catapulting through the sky like a meteor.
I sob into the pillow, rocking my hips against his face as he eats me alive, drowning me in bliss. I come within seconds, but he doesn't stop. He just grabs me around the waist and keeps going.
I scream his name, bucking my hips, grinding against his tongue, praying for him to have mercy and to never stop.
The second orgasm hits with the force of an atomic bomb. And all I can do is take it. It's heaven and it's hell, my own personal paradise.
Cormac flips me onto my back, rolling on top of me. He pries the pillow from my grip, those eyes still full of deadly possession. "You wear panties around other men, Mischief," he growls, leaning down so his lips are a mere breath from mine. "Or you'll be walking around dripping my cum morning, noon, and night."
"Cormac," I whimper.
"Fuck. It's impossible to be mad at you when you sound so sweet saying my name like that." He brushes my hair back from my face, brushing his lips against mine in a gentle kiss. "Who am I kidding? It's impossible to be mad at you when you own my whole goddamn heart."
"Make love to me."
He drags my leg up over his hip, tangling our hands together.
We both moan as he pushes his way inside me, slowly stretching me. His hips come to rest against mine, and once again, I know what it is to be complete.
"I love you, Mischief," he breathes. "Fuck, how I love you, little girl."
"Show me," I demand.
He does. With his body covering mine, with his lips, and hands, and whole heart, he does.
"Marry me," he whispers hours later, holding me close. "Stay right here in Silver Spoon Falls and build a future with me, Mischief."
My breath stalls in my throat. I flip around in the bed to face him. "Do you mean it? You want to marry me?"
He smiles, stroking his finger down my nose. "I even asked Mac for permission. Mostly."
"Mostly?" I give him a look.
"Okay, I told him that I'm marrying you and he needs to give us his damn blessing to make you happy and shit." Those dimples pop out, wicked humor dancing in his eyes. "Frankly, Mischief, the fact that I said anything before marrying you makes me his favorite son-in-law right now."
"Cormac!"
He chuckles. "I'm just kidding, baby. I asked his permission. I even let him threaten my life and my cock."
I groan, burying my face against his shoulder.
"Are you going to say yes?"
"I'm trying to decide," I tease. "Does this proposal come with a ring?"
"Yes, but no."
"Yes, but no? I wonder about your sanity sometimes, Tiny."
"Shit, me too." He laughs. "You have a ring, Mischief. But Dillon is a dick. He wouldn't let me back in the house to get it."
"What does it look like?" I ask. Truthfully, it could have come from a Cracker Jack's box, and my answer would still be the same. But if I don't torture him a little bit, I'm not doing my job.
"It's purple, he says. "And it vibrates."
"It vibrates?"
He waggles his brows suggestively.
I smack him with a pillow, making him laugh.
"Stop fucking with me and say yes, Bella," he growls, wrestling the pillow away and then pinning me beneath him. "Marry me."
"Oh, I suppose I'll marry you," I say, feigning boredom as I wrap my arms around his neck. "I mean since your magic water brought me here and everything."
"Fuck yeah, it did," he breathes against my lips. "I swam naked in it and everything."
I bury my face in his throat to muffle my laughter. God, I love this crazy man.
Epilogue
Giant
Six Years Later
"I have a plan."
A chorus of groans sounds from all edges of the yard where my brothers are laid out like they're dying.