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)
"Thanks, brother," I say, appreciative as hell. If the Savages think they're coming after her, they better think again. We don't have to break the law to be a problem. Every man in this MC can bury them without spilling a drop of blood. We have the type of connections they lose sleep thinking about at night…federal agents, the secret service, Supreme Court Justices, royalty.
I don't think they'll be a problem though. At least not for Samara. If they were hanging on to Siobhan because she was pregnant, they were doing it for Scout's father. With him dead, Scout means nothing to any of them. There's no reason for them to come after her or Samara.
I'll still be keeping them close though.
"Fill Cash in, will you?" I ask Fifth, climbing to my feet.
"Will do," he agrees.
I pause, turning back to him. "Did you look up any of her games?"
He jerks his chin in a nod.
"Text me the names of them, will you?"
A wolfish grin crosses his face.
I pretend not to see it. Nosy bastard.
"You've been naughty."
"Ahh!" Samara shouts, flinging her phone into the air.
I chuckle, watching as her hand flies to her heart and she ducks, dodging her phone as it drops back down, landing at her feet with a thunk.
"Stop doing that!" she yells, slamming her hands down on her hips to glare at me. She looks angelic with her dark hair up in a messy bun, wispy pieces floating freely around her heart-shaped face. "Jesus, Tate!" And then she seems to realize that I'm actually here instead of in Silver Spoon Falls where I'm supposed to be. Her eyes light up as they prowl across my bare chest, her irritated expression softening. "You're here."
"I am," I say, tossing my phone on the bedside table and then jack-knifing up from the bed. I prowl across the room toward her, my cock turning to steel the closer I get. "Did you miss me?"
"What are you doing here?" She cranes her head back to look at me.
"I decided I like this bed more than my other bed," I mutter, reaching out to tap her nose. Truth is, I intended to go to my place in Silver Spoon Falls when I left the clubhouse…but I didn't. I drove straight here instead, breaking every speed limit along the way. The thought of letting her sleep alone tonight didn't appeal to me. I'll wake up early in the morning and make the drive back. Seeing the softness in her eyes right now is more than worth the lack of sleep.
"I think you like the girl sharing this bed," she says, her mouth curving into a sweet smile.
"Oh, I definitely like the girl sharing this bed," I growl, pulling her into my arms. "Especially when she's moaning my name in her sleep. Tate. Tate. Oh, Tate."
"I do not sound like that."
"You do," I whisper, pressing my mouth to hers.
"Do not."
"Less arguing, more kissing."
"Bossy."
She kisses me when I growl, her soft lips melting against mine. Fuck, she tastes like those hard candies my mom used to keep in her purse for her models. She said it made them less irritable when a shoot ran long. Xavier and I stole them constantly. They were sweet and tangy. Samara's mouth is more addictive than they were.
I stroke her tongue with mine until we're both panting and then reluctantly break away. She sways in my arms, her cheeks flushed pink. Her lashes flutter, her gold eyes opening. They're soft and warm, full of liquid desire.
"You were at the hospital late," I murmur, thrusting my hand into her hair. I gently grab a handful, pulling slightly. Her eyes gloss over, her lips parting. "Is everything okay?"
"F-fine," she says. "I was just visiting with Scout."
"Yeah?" I smile, leaning down to kiss her hot little mouth again. "Did you have a good visit, angel?"
"They let me hold her," she whispers.
"Yeah?"
She nods. "They haven't let me do that before."
"I know." I run my nose along the side of hers, placing a trail of kisses along her cheek. Dr. Shapiro is old school when it comes to medicine. If it were up to him, kids in PICU would heal in glass bubbles with their families firmly on the outside, watching from a safe distance. There is no convincing him of the power of human touch, regardless of how many studies you wave in his face. I disagree with him entirely.
Kids, especially babies, thrive on comfort and care. They need to be held and loved. Samara should have been allowed to hold Scout long before now, so I remedied the situation. Until the surgery, she'll be allowed to hold her for an hour or two at a time every day. After surgery, it'll be a while before she's able to hold her again. I want her to have this time to bond with her now, while she's able. She deserves that much.