Series: Silver Spoon MC Series by Nichole Rose
Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 21217 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 106(@200wpm)___ 85(@250wpm)___ 71(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21217 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 106(@200wpm)___ 85(@250wpm)___ 71(@300wpm)
While she showers, I load the sheets in the washer and listen to her screech when the hot water runs out. Our building’s elderly hot water heater can’t handle more than one job at a time. Oops. My bad.
eight
CASH
Over the next few weeks, I woo my kitten, and we spend nearly every evening together. Sexual frustration is eating me alive, and my cock is tired of my own hand and cold showers, but I refuse to rush Hadley. Thoughts of her luscious, curvy body keep me awake most nights, but I ignore the pain while reminding myself that all the suffering will be worth it once I make her mine forever.
On Wednesdays, I have my club meeting, but for the last few weeks, I’ve been cutting out early to spend time with my girl. “How’s Brady working out at the ranch?” I turn to Cowboy.
“The little fucker is hardheaded, but he’ll learn.” My brother shrugs.
After the whole warrant fiasco, we made sure the dumbass paid off his debt to the bar in Georgia. Then Fifth, the lawyer in our club, arranged for him to perform his community service in Silver Spoon Falls. This is the last chance the little shit will get from us. Brady has his brother to thank for our generosity. I wanted to kick him out and let the law have him. After straightening out the whole mess, I asked Cowboy to put him to work on the ranch. Hopefully, he’ll take this last shot to stay in the club.
I glance at the time and see it’s getting late. We’ve finished the important business, so I pack up to head out.
My brothers aren’t dummies. They know why I’m leaving. “This chick really has you tied in knots.”
Hands coughs violently before holding his stomach and groaning. His normally tan face is pale and lined, and his clothes look like he’s slept in them. “You look like shit,” I tell him.
He flips me off, then grumbles under his breath about my rudeness. They’re a little put out that I haven’t brought her around to meet them, but I haven’t found the time. Between my work, her job, and club business, I’m catching myself in both directions and spend all my free time wooing my kitten.
“She’s not some chick; she’s my soulmate. My future,” I tell him and wince when he goes into another coughing fit.
“We’d like to meet her,” Playboy tells me as he moves far away from Hands.
“I’ll bring her around,” I promise. The clubhouse has been mostly empty. Bender is in Europe on tour, Giant is out of town on a security assignment, and Angel is in Belldonnia for his country’s elections. We’ve been going in so many different directions, I haven’t had time to introduce Hadley to my brothers. “I love her,” I admit out loud for the first time. The moment we met, I knew she was my soulmate, but I haven’t shared that with anyone yet. “She has me tied in so many knots, I know I’ll never be free,” I confess and a shocked look passes between my brothers. “For the first time in my life, I know what jealousy feels like, and I’m still getting used to the sensation.”
“Is someone coming after your girl?” Fifth frowns.
“No.” I shake my head. “That’s the problem. I can’t stand the thought of other men being near her.” I wonder if I’m losing my mind. “My little kitten turned me into a territorial beast.”
“Damn. If I ever turn into him, please shoot me,” Hands groans, and I flip him off. Over the past few weeks, I’ve learned to keep it under control, but it was touch and go at first.
“Congrats, man.” Playboy stands and walks all the way around the room to avoid Hands. He slaps my back. “When can we meet her?”
“Soon.” I point to my sick brother. “As soon as he gets over whatever bug he’s got.”
“I’m fine,” Hands argues, then starts coughing again.
“You look like hammered shit,” I tell him while Playboy and Fifth both nod their heads in agreement. This is the first meeting Playboy has attended in several weeks. The latest shit show happening at Romano Shipping has him up to his eyeballs in alligators.
“Man, you better not be coming down with the flu,” Fifth cuts in. As the club lawyer and one of the best attorneys in Texas, he has a full plate, too.
“I never get sick,” Hands insists.
“Famous last words,” I tease my friend. “I seem to remember the great illness of 2019.” I remind him of the time he brought the flu home, and it made rounds through everyone except Rulie and Gloria.
nine
CASH
A few days later, Karma, the bitch, punches me right between the eyes for making fun of Hands the other evening. In the middle of my afternoon meeting, sweat breaks out on my forehead as my stomach grumbles and rolls. By the time I escape the monotony and drag my ass back to the executive floor, I’m freezing, and my guts are trying to burst from my body.