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)
"I swear to God, Cormac, this chick is a menace," Callum mutters. "I'm too young for angina."
"Maybe she just doesn't like you."
He snorts. "Fine. Make your jokes, but don't say I didn't fucking warn you."
I'm suddenly curious as a motherfucker to know what she did to piss in his Cheerios. He's former Special Forces. It takes a hell of a lot to stress him out. But she's managed to do it in all of twenty-four hours. Either she's exactly as bad as her dad said, or Callum is losing his touch.
"Send a photo through," I demand, striding toward the security checkpoint.
"Already did." He pauses. "She shouldn't be hard to spot. Look for a curvy brunette wearing hot pink leggings and a white hoodie. She's deceptively angelic for a fucking menace to society."
"What'd she do to piss you off?"
"Nailed me in the balls with her backpack. And then stomped on my foot."
I bark a laugh, eager as hell to meet this chick now.
"It's not funny," Callum growls. "She has a laptop, a Kindle, textbooks, and about twenty pounds of random shit in that bag. My fucking balls still ache."
I laugh again, drawing attention from passersby. Swear to Christ, I get tired of people staring at me. It's not my fault I didn't stop growing at a normal motherfucker's size. I'm six-eight and over three hundred pounds. I stick out like a sore thumb, attracting attention no matter where the hell I go. It's inconvenient as hell.
"Why'd she nail you in the balls?" I ask, trying to ignore the stares turned in my direction.
"She thought I was staring at her ass."
"Were you?"
"I've got three little sisters who torture me just because they can," he mutters. "Do you think I need a goddamn hellcat to stress me the fuck out all day, every day too? Hell no, I wasn't looking at her ass. I do not need another woman in my life giving me shit to worry about."
"Well, damn. Why don't you tell me how you really feel?"
He grunts and then mumbles an apology, though I'm guessing it's not aimed at me since he tacks a sweetheart onto the end, trying to be all smooth and shit. My gaze drifts around baggage claim, my eyes peeled for anyone with a badge who can help a brother out before Bella Sterling dashes off to God only knows where.
My gaze lands on a goddess instead, and my legs stop working. My feet just fucking forget how to move. I trip forward two steps, damn near landing on my face in the middle of a conveyor belt. I catch myself at the last second, not taking my eyes off the brunette beauty.
There are curves, and then there's this girl. She's soft and round in all the right places. Every inch of her screams sex, from her pouty lips to her thick thighs. Even though her hair is piled up on top of her head, little ringlets hang free around her heart-shaped face, framing it. Her pink cheeks and pouty lips make my cock throb. Not even her oversized hoodie hides how her tits bounce with every step she takes. Her leggings cling to her legs, molding to every inch of those thighs.
"What'd you say she's wearing again?" I growl to Callum, eating up the sight of this girl like a fucking blind man seeing color for the first time. Goddamn, she's pretty.
"White hoodie, hot pink leggings," my cousin mutters.
This pretty little thing is Bella Sterling?
"I take back everything I said yesterday."
She's hauling ass across baggage claim like the hounds of hell nip at her heels, casting furtive glances over her shoulder as if she fully expects to see them appear out of the crowd at any moment. I shift my gaze over her shoulder, trying to pinpoint a specific threat, but I don't see anyone out of place. I figure that means she's running from Callum.
Fuck, I think I love her already. I'd run from his crabby ass too.
"About what? What the fuck are you talking about?"
"Never mind. I found our girl. Meet us at baggage claim." I hang up on him before he can ask me any questions and shove my phone into my pocket. Even though she's running as fast as her short legs will carry her, I cut across the two aisles between us, strategically placing myself between her and the doors.
She's so busy looking over her shoulder that she plows right into me.
"Oh!" she cries.
I grab her before she bounces off and lands on her sexy ass on the floor.
"Careful, Mischief," I rumble, biting back a groan as my hands sink into her soft curves. Fuck me running. Either I've been a very good boy, indeed, or I'm going straight to hell in a handbasket because Bella Sterling is the sweetest ride I've ever had my hands on. And I'm pretty goddamn sure the one place I'm not supposed to have said hands is on her perfect little body.