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)
"You did that?" she whispers, awe in her voice.
"I just signed the order."
"Thank you." She places her hand on my cheek, her eyes meeting mine. Gratitude burns golden in their depths. "Thank you."
"Did it help?"
"So much," she whispers, blinking rapidly. "She's so tiny and sweet. I didn't want to leave."
"She's not the only sweet one."
"I love her so much, Tate," she says.
"She's going to love you back the same way."
"You think so?" she asks, worrying her bottom lip.
"I know so." I grin, not surprised that's her fear. She hasn't shown a single ounce of fear about stepping up for this fragile baby. She hasn't balked at caring for her or providing for her or becoming a caregiver at the age of twenty-two. Already, she loves Scout with her whole heart and soul. Her only concern is whether Scout will love her too. It's as fucking adorable as it is sad that she doesn't know how infinitely lovable she is. "I'm a doctor. I basically know everything."
"You are so full of it," she laughs, shaking her head at me.
"Maybe, but in this case, I'm right." Scout will adore her. I know this for a fact because I already adore her. She's too goddamn sweet not to love on sight. Shit. Is that what's happening here? Of course it is. I'm falling for her. Hard. I gave Cash so much shit for falling for Hadley at the speed of light, but I think I may be beating his record over here. Samara's already burrowing her way into my soul, claiming parts of it I didn't even know existed.
Every time she smiles at me, another piece of it falls to her light. Every time she laughs, another section hoists her colors. Soon enough, every square inch will belong to her. My MC brothers think I've been running from love my whole life but that's not true. I've been waiting for the right kind of love to find me. This kind. The kind that knocked my dad on his ass the day he met my mom. The kind that took my Uncle Gray out when he met my Aunt Camilla. The men in my family fall hard, holding nothing back.
If I was meant to have it, I figured it'd find me like it did them. I wasn't wrong. Fate brought Samara into my life. Cash would call it karma for all the bitching I did. He'd be wrong. This right here, this is divine providence. And I can't fucking wait to belong to this delicate little angel with the warrior's soul. I was never running from love. I was waiting for her.
"I've been busy while you were gone," I murmur, reaching down to scoop her phone up off the floor. I hold it out to her, smiling when she shoves it into her pocket without even finishing whatever she was doing when she walked in.
"Texting me doesn't count as busy, Tate," she sasses. "I don't see how you got anything done all day. You sent me like nine hundred messages today."
"I did not send you that many texts." I probably did send her that many texts, but that's beside the point. "What I was talking about, smartass, was this fascinating new game I've been playing while waiting for you to get home from visiting Scout."
"What game?" Suspicion furrows her brows, narrowing her golden eyes.
"Like I said when you came in, you've been naughty," I growl, running my palm across her round ass. "One curvy human and an entire pack of shifters?"
"Oh. That game." Her cheeks heat, turning the sweetest pink.
"Yeah, that game."
She practically squirms on her feet.
"Did it get you hot, thinking about being taken by five men at once like that, Samara?"
"No," she says, scrunching up her nose. "But other women like it. You shouldn't kink shame. It's not nice, Tate."
Kink shame? Hell. I'll give this dirty little angel whatever she wants so long as it doesn't involve another man. Any fantasy she has, I'll bring to life. "I haven't blushed since I was a kid, Sleeping Beauty," I say, nipping at her ear. "Your little game changed that."
"Then you definitely don't want to hear about the VR version Troian wants to develop," she says, humor in her voice. "It'll have you clutching your pearls."
"You're not playing with VR cocks, Samara," I growl. Hell no. The only cock she's touching is mine. I don't care if they're imaginary or not. It's not happening. Just playing the damn game had me ready to spank her for writing it.
"I'm not playing with any cocks," she says.
I hear the pout in her voice even though she tries to hide it. My sweet angel is horny. And curious. Fuck. Where has she been all my life?
"Put your hands in my pants, Samara," I order her. "Take my dick out."