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)
"He's not lying," Jude says, rubbing my back. "This is living for them. We're stuck behind desks or piled up with fucking responsibility all day, every day. But this is the shit we live for…protecting the people who need it, defending what belongs to us. This is who we are, baby doll. This is what life is about."
"Oh," I whisper. "I don't want anyone to get hurt."
"No one is going to get hurt." Jude presses a reassuring kiss to my crown. "We're not going to wage war. We're going to talk and that's all we're going to do. Your uncle is a reasonable man, baby doll. We're going to make him see reason. That's it."
"I still don't like it," I mumble, just so we're clear on that point. Uncle Dante is reasonable. But he doesn't like to be threatened. And Jude the lawyer may be levelheaded…but Jude my daddy is an entirely different matter altogether. We need Jude the lawyer today, but I have a feeling he's going to take a backseat as soon as Dimitri and Uncle Dante start talking about taking me back to Houston. Jude my daddy will step into the ring to stake his claim, and who knows how that's going to go over? He won't be nice and polite and reasonable; I know that much.
"That's because you'd cut out your own heart to spare the people who matter to you even a second of pain, princess," Jude whispers in my ear. "You're selfless and gentle, and you love fiercely. Your heart is pure and so are you. You're a perfect little ball of sunshine."
"Jude," I whisper.
"You're daddy's little ball of sunshine." He slips his hand between my legs, cupping my center. "And this right here? This is how daddy rewards you for it, baby doll."
"Daddy," I moan quietly, my whole body going lax in his arms. My whole body is deliciously sore today. Jude has made me bathe twice and take Tylenol a couple of times. He's so protective. I don't mind the sore muscles though. They're a reminder of what we've done. And what I desperately want to do again.
"Daddy's claiming it again tonight, princess," he growls, his voice pitched low so Cash doesn't overhear. "He's not stopping until you're pregnant."
I bite my lip, fighting back a loud moan. My whole body bursts into flames, arousal instantly flooding my panties. I squeeze my thighs together, trapping his hand against my center, trying to ride my hips against it. He grunts and grinds his palm into me, biting my neck at the same time.
"Tonight," he says, breathing hard.
I nod frantically, already unsure how I'm supposed to make it until then when I need him so bad right here and right now. I think he broke me. He touched me and turned me into a greedy, desperate princess. All I can think about now is him and getting him inside me again. About him touching me and kissing me and eating me and fucking me. He calls me his good little princess, but I think I might be bad. Gluttony is a sin, isn't it?
"We're pulling in," Cash says from the driver's seat.
My heart stops.
Jude grinds his palm against my center one more time and then reluctantly pries his hand from between my legs. His lips touch the side of my neck in a gentle, reassuring kiss. "Breathe, baby doll," he whispers. "Everything is going to be okay."
Petal Pushers is a small, old-fashioned shop with a small parking lot and big front windows. When we pull into the lot, a black SUV is already parked near the doors. My heart catches in my throat when I see Dimitri, Uncle Dante, and Constantine standing beside the SUV.
Uncle Dante is dressed in his customary dark suit and tie, his expensive Italian leather shoes shining in the sunlight. He's big and imposing. Dimitri is the same size, though there is no getting my brother into a suit. He watches us approach like a hawk, his dark eyes narrowed, his lips compressed in a thin, disapproving line. He's not very happy with me right now.
Constantine is the only one of the three who doesn't look grumpy. He's also the one of the three I'm most worried to see here. They call him the Grim Reaper. He's the man they call when they need something especially dirty handled. He's done things that would make the angels weep. If he's here, it's not good.
"That's Uncle Dante," I whisper, pointing him out to Jude. "Dimitri is the one scowling at us." I lick my lips, trying to work moisture into my mouth, and then nod at Constantine. "That's Constantine Attias. He's, um, he works for my brother and Uncle Dante. He's like their hitman."
"Jesus Christ," Cash mutters from the front seat.
"Would he hurt you?" Jude asks, his hands tightening on me.