Series: Silver Spoon MC Series by Nichole Rose
Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 24334 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24334 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
Anxiety churns through me, a parade of conflicting emotions swirling through me. Gratitude, humility, worry, fear. Love. I appreciate them so much for being willing to stand up for me like this, but I don't want anything to happen to them. I don't want anything to happen to Dimitri or Uncle Dante. What if Jude changes his mind and decides I'm too much trouble? Will he really fight for me if Dimitri and Uncle Dante put up a fight?
A thousand different fears run through me at the same time, each vying for attention. Half of them make me feel horribly guilty for doubting Jude when he's given me no reason to doubt him. Those fears aren't the least logical or rooted in reality but they crop up anyway. The other half leave me worried about Jude, the MC, and my family.
I never meant to cause all this trouble.
"Everything is going to be okay," Jude promises, unlatching my seatbelt and pulling me across the backseat into his lap. He wraps his arms around me, holding me tight. "I'm not going to let anything happen to you or to anyone else." He nuzzles his face against my temple. "Trust your daddy, baby doll."
He whispers it in my ear, making sure Cash, who is in the driver's seat, doesn't overhear. I'm pretty sure he and Hands both heard me calling him daddy yesterday. They got back into town while we were still…well, they probably heard a lot of things they shouldn't have heard. I couldn't even look them in the eyes when Jude finally dragged me out of the bedroom last night to talk to them. But they didn't bring it up. They didn't treat me any different.
Jude promised me that they never will. He said that what happens between us is our business and that his brothers will never judge me, shame me, or look at me differently because of it. And then he said that I can call him daddy any damn time I please, and if anyone has a problem with it, they can come to find him.
It was a long time before we said anything else after that. I basically tackled him to the bed. He taught me how to ride his face and suck his cock at the same time. At least he tried to teach me. He didn't last five minutes before he had me facedown beneath him, grunting in my ear about breeding daddy's good little princess again. It was awesome!
I think I want to keep the daddy thing just to myself though. I like having a piece of him that I don't have to share with anyone else. It's meant just for us. In private, he can be my unruly, wicked daddy and I'll be his perfect princess. But to the rest of the world, we can still be Jude and Devin. Or a version of ourselves anyway. I don't think I can pretend that I'm not wildly obsessed with him anymore. I did that for eight months and it was so exhausting! I don't want to try anymore. I want to be madly in love, and I want the whole world to know it.
I want to choose him, and I want him to choose me. I want him to hold me and take care of me and not be able to keep his hands off me like he is right now. If we have to hide that, it's going to break my heart. I need this, so damn badly. He anchors me.
"Promise everything is going to be okay?" I demand, holding my pinky up.
"I'll make it okay," he vows, hooking his through mine. He doesn't let it go, though. He brings it to his lips, brushing a kiss across my knuckle. "You aren't leaving with them, baby doll."
"Okay," I whisper.
He holds me for several minutes.
Cash meets my gaze in the rearview mirror, giving me a small smile. I like him. He's so in love with Hadley, my former boss. He said I could have my job back if I want it, and that Hadley and Kyra miss me. He's always been so nice to me. He reminds me a lot of my brother. He's incredibly protective of the people he loves.
"Thank you," I whisper to him.
He gives me a chin lift and then shifts his gaze back to the road.
I rest my head against Jude's shoulder, staring out the window. His brothers ride in tight lines on either side of the SUV, not deviating an inch. They all look so somber and serious. Even Giant, who always looks like he's up to no good, is subdued.
"Are they afraid?" I ask, worried.
Cash and Jude both chuckle.
"Sweetheart, the only thing these motherfuckers are afraid of is walking on Gloria's freshly mopped floor," Cash says, a smile in his voice.