Series: Silver Spoon MC Series by Nichole Rose
Total pages in book: 19
Estimated words: 17442 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 87(@200wpm)___ 70(@250wpm)___ 58(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 17442 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 87(@200wpm)___ 70(@250wpm)___ 58(@300wpm)
After parking in front of the small shop, I glance through the large picture window and shudder at all the pink fluff everywhere. It’s enough girly shit to make me break out in hives. The old fashioned bell dings when I step in the glass door. Overly sweet fragrance hits me between the eyes, and I barely resist gagging. “Hi. You must be Cowboy.” I turn to the sound of her smoky voice. My mouth opens and closes like a fish as I watch the goddess walk toward me. Kyra is Hadley’s identical twin, but my body reacts to her nearness in a crazy way. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve always thought Cash’s old lady is beautiful, but she’s never made my heart beat in a funny rhythm. When she takes a deep breath, I notice the little rose tattoo peeking from her flowy white top and promise myself I’ll get the chance to see the entire thing soon.
Swallowing, I attempt to ignore my cock’s hungry thumping while begging my brain to form a coherent sentence. “Hi,” is all I can fucking manage to mutter. After clearing my useless throat, I try again. “Please, call me Landon.” For some reason, I want to hear my given name rolling off the beauty’s tongue.
“Landon.” She smiles and holds out her hand. “My sister has told me all about you guys.” Our palms meet, and I nearly stagger as hunger blasts into my soul. Visions of pressing her curves against the glass counter and pounding my frustration into her tight hole flash through my mind. Her delicate fragrance teases my nose, sending a tidal wave of blood crashing into my cock. Can you sustain permanent damage from a hard on? It only took this curvy little angel two minutes to turn me into a horny moron.
Pulling my head out of my ass, I force the dirty fantasies from my thoughts. “Good things, I hope.” Great job, idiot. I sound like a pussy-whipped imbecile. Exactly like Cash. Fuck my life. Karma is biting me on the ass and I have nowhere to hide.
“Not really, but maybe you can prove her wrong.” She winks, tempting me to kiss the tiny smirk from her juicy lips. “Can you pull your SUV around to the back parking lot?” Huh? My sluggish brain is overwhelmed with her. “So we can load up the flowers.” As the curvy little angel stares at me with a raised eyebrow, I give myself a mental shake and pull it together.
“Sure thing, baby.”
kyra
My eyes follow his firm backside as he heads out the door, and I lean against the cool glass to fan myself. Wow! That is one smoking hot biker. Pull yourself together, Kyra. I’m not going to lie, I felt wetness soak my panties when the big lug called me “baby.”
With fifty thousand things to do before my twin sister’s wedding, I don’t have time to let my hormones trip me up. After propping the back door open, I start grabbing the flowers from the cooler while forcing myself to ignore the hottie who’s taking every available opportunity to rub against me. Asshole.
By the time we load the last arrangement into the back of his vehicle, I’m a slobbering mess of nerves and I blame the big jerk. I’m ready to kick his hot booty for my suffering. “I’m going to close up the shop, then I’ll meet you at the clubhouse.” And I need a long, cold shower to cool my overheated body, but I don’t let him in on that little tidbit.
“I’ll wait for you, baby. Go do what you need to do.” When he leans over to push a stray strand of hair behind my ear, I almost self-combust at his feet. Glancing down, I notice the size of his scuffed, brown boots and wonder if what they say about big feet is true. What in the world is my brain doing? Without my consent, my gaze slowly moves up his very long, jeans-covered legs. My eyes widen when they hit the massive bulge pressing against the front of the denim. I bet I look like one of those squeaky toys right now. You know the ones that the eyes bug out when you squeeze it?
I rub my warm forehead, realizing where my mind has been vacationing, and attempt to pull myself together. Protecting my heart might be darn near impossible with this cowboy. I take a few extra minutes to close up Petal Pushers. By the time I grab my purse and head out the back door, I’m convinced I have my unruly fantasies under control. Then I see Landon standing against the side of the brick building, and my brain short-circuits as lust nails me right between the eyes.
The entire drive to the Silver Spoon MC clubhouse, I give myself a pep talk. By the time we arrive, I’ve shored up my defenses and am ready to deal with the hot cowboy.