Series: Silver Spoon MC Series by Nichole Rose
Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 39033 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 195(@200wpm)___ 156(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 39033 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 195(@200wpm)___ 156(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)
Please don't let me regret this, I pray.
Chapter Three
Andreas
I shouldn't have kissed her.
I should have put her on the back of my bike and gotten her the hell out of there.
Fuck. Why didn't I demand her number?
I pace around the living room, those three thoughts playing on an endless loop in my mind just like they have every other damn day for the last week. I'm slowly losing my fucking mind over Catriona Grady. Actually, scratch that. There's nothing slow about my descent into madness. I'm not sinking one level at a time like Dante traversing hell. I stepped off the ledge the second I set eyes on her and have been in a freefall ever since.
She's a beautiful little blonde with the greenest eyes I've ever seen. She had my dick hard as soon as I heard her voice. And then I got my hands on her. Every inch of her is soft and curvy, just right for a man like me to sink into. Feeling her up against me had me ready to come unglued.
And then I looked into her eyes. She was made for night, but she isn't moonlight, ephemeral and constantly changing. She's the sun, vast and unyielding. The kind of light that burns bright and hot, eclipsing everything else. My entire universe reordered itself in that moment, stationing her right at the center of it.
I can't even explain it. I'm thirty-one years old, and I've never felt anything like that before. Ever. Realizing she isn't mine and I have no claim on her…my heart actually fucking hurts. Knowing she's tangled up with the Hell's Vipers has every protective instinct I have screaming in fury. I want her here with me, where I know she's safe.
But short of kidnapping her, there's not a whole lot I can do besides wait her out. Like with Autumn, she's skittish, nervous. God only knows what lies her brother and the Vipers have filled her head with about me and my brothers. If I push too hard, all I'm going to do is make her bolt. Or tip my hand to her brother and drag my brothers into a conflict we're trying like hell to avoid.
If patience is a virtue, I better be a motherfucking saint soon.
Staying out of Copper Creek is taking every ounce of restraint I possess. I know Catriona will come to me though. I've never been more certain of anything. She looked at me like she felt the same thing I did—the stirring of something deep and powerful, a desire to be closer to me that she couldn't explain. It spooked her, but she felt it.
I just have to wait for her to get curious enough to want to feel it again.
She's stubborn, but I didn't expect it to take quite this long. I may have to shackle myself in the basement if she resists much longer. Otherwise, I'll be showing up in Copper Creek again.
Cash is already pissed at me and Giant both for poking around over there in the first place. Not that I blame him. We let a teenager get the drop on us. Had she been one of the Vipers, our night would have ended a hell of a lot differently than it did.
One of these days, I'm going to stop letting my best friend talk me into doing stupid shit with him. Preferably before it gets us both killed.
"Fuck," I groan, grabbing the remote and clicking on the television.
"Please tell me you aren't about to watch Skinemax," Autumn says from behind me.
I turn to see her grinning at me from the bottom of the stairs, her hair in a messy bun on top of her head. Her pajamas have little ducks all over them. She always did love the damn things. I think they're part of the reason she fell in love with saving the world. She used to cry at the Dawn commercials.
"Skinemax?" I arch a brow, not entirely sure I even want to know.
"You've been cranky all week," she says with a shrug. "Porn is basically a happy pill. You should take like six of them and wake up less crabby tomorrow."
I stare at her for a long, silent moment. "There's so much wrong with that," I finally mutter. "But we aren't fucking talking about porn or sex or any of that bullshit. They don't even exist to you." I narrow my eyes on her. "They better not exist to you."
"I'm not talking about my sex life to you," she says, wrinkling her nose at me like she's not the one who brought up this conversation.
"You better not have a sex life, Autumn," I growl, my blood pressure rising. Jesus Christ. I know my sister is an adult, but she's still my baby sister. I don't want to think about some bastard taking advantage of her, let alone hear about it.