The Rockstar (Silver Spoon MC #5) Read Online Loni Ree, Nichole Rose

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Insta-Love, MC, Romance, Virgin Tags Authors: , Series: Silver Spoon MC Series by Loni Ree
Series: Silver Spoon MC Series by Nichole Rose
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Total pages in book: 20
Estimated words: 18269 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 91(@200wpm)___ 73(@250wpm)___ 61(@300wpm)
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Jenna just about wet herself when she realized Curvy Cuties would get the first interview with Penelope Rocha after their band’s retirement. I was less thrilled, though. In my heart, I knew something big was coming.

I sneak a peek at the hottie leading me out the door and feel my insides melt. If you look up tall, dark, handsome, and rich in the dictionary, you’ll find a picture of Declan “Bender” Valentine. His sizzling brown eyes move over my body, sending tingles shooting along my nerves. His long, curly black hair calls for my touch. I wonder if he would let me run my tongue over his tan skin for a little taste.

Biting my lip, I let my eyes slide down his trim yet muscular body. The smoking hot leather pants display all his assets. I fight to control the spark of jealousy over those devilish pants rearing its ugly head. What is happening to me?

My mind spins when he waves the chauffeur off and opens a limousine door for me before whispering, “Slide in, angel.”

“Thank you,” I manage to wheeze. I wince, realizing I sound like a constipated mouse.

After sitting next to me, he slams the door, sealing us into the small area. His warm, spicy scent wraps around me, causing my lady bits to wake up. “How did you like the show?” He takes my hand and begins to rub the back of my knuckles.

I blink several times, trying to wake up my mushy mind. “It was awesome.” Shoot. I really sound like a brain-dead groupie. “I’m sorry, I only got to see you at your last show.”

“I’m happy you enjoyed it.” His warm breath brushes against my cheek as he leans close to talk to me. “Don’t worry. I’ll give you a private performance any time you want.”

Oh, my. Even a clueless virgin like me can tell the steaming hot rockstar is flirting with me. We pull up in front of a fancy hotel before I’m able to respond. I turn off my cautious side and let the hottie help me from the limousine. For tonight, I’m throwing caution to the wind and letting my inner bad girl out.

“Are you okay with eating in my suite?” I pull myself together, realizing he’s speaking to me. “I wanted privacy.” I nod my head, not having the mental capacity to speak when he smiles and I see the adorable dimple in his left cheek.

Bender ignores the stares as he leads me past the lobby to a back set of elevators. He presses his finger against a shiny black box, and the doors open. Once inside, he turns and smiles down at me. “I’m going to miss all this technology when I head back to my little cabin in Silver Spoon Falls.”

“I would, too,” I agree. He calls his home a “tiny cabin,” but I’ve seen it. I wouldn’t call the large white and green plantation-style home tiny at all. In fact, it’s a freaking mansion.

The elevator moves so smoothly, I’m shocked when the doors open, and I find us stepping into a large sitting room. My nose perks up at the smell of something delicious filling the air around us. “Dinner smells wonderful,” I tell him, and watch hunger flash across his heated gaze.

“Then let’s eat and get to know each other.” He lays his palm against the back of my shirt, and heat infuses my entire body.

Bender pulls out a chair for me and helps me sit. “I’ll serve you.” I smile as the circuits in my muddled mind fight to fire.

“I hope you like steak and shrimp.” He glances over his shoulder, and I nod.

“They’re some of my favorites,” I manage to mutter.

He sits across from me, and my mind shuts down. I feel my nipples hardening behind my silky top, and I regret my decision to wear the figure-hugging jumpsuit. Jenna bought me the light blue outfit and made me promise to wear it tonight.

“Thank you for having dinner with me.” He smiles at me and pours me a glass of champagne. I recognize the label and realize that bottle is worth more than my car. Bender’s hand brushes against mine when he hands me the bubbly liquid. My stomach knots as electricity buzzes all around us.

“Thank you for helping me get the interview with Pen,” is all my blown mind can come up with. “She’s so sweet.” That’s one thing that came out of this whole interview idea of Jenna’s; I made a brand-new friend. The first time Pen and I talked on the phone, we ended up gossiping until two a.m. I woke up the next morning exhausted but excited to have a new friend. With their busy touring schedule and all the MC drama, it took four months for us to meet in person. After the interview, she made me promise we’ll stay in touch, and I readily agreed.



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