The Surgeon (Silver Spoon MC #2) 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: 43
Estimated words: 38632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 193(@200wpm)___ 155(@250wpm)___ 129(@300wpm)
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"That's right," I croon, kissing a trail down her throat. "In this bed, I'm your god. You ride my cock to heaven." I pull her nipple into my mouth, raking it through my teeth. "It's yours anyway. Every part of me is yours."

"Tate," she cries, writhing beneath me.

I make love to her slowly, pumping my hips like we have all night. I feel her walls dragging against my cock with every thrust, feel the way they clench and flutter and grip me tight. She's heaven around me, the most incredible thing I've ever experienced. And still, I want to go deeper, until I'm imprinted inside her, a permanent piece of her.

I flip her to her stomach, coming down over her. My thighs spread hers wide, my body caging hers in on the bed. She melts into the mattress, her wet hair tangled in my fist. I kiss all over her neck and shoulders, grinding my hips against her round ass. I'm deeper this way, the head of my cock nudging against her cervix with every thrust.

My name leaves her lips in an endless chant as she undulates beneath me, arching and bowing, giving herself over to me and the sheer pleasure of it. Her sweet cries of ecstasy spur me on. I fuck her harder, my lips never leaving her skin as my balls tap against her ass in steady smacks.

"I love you, Samara," I whisper. "My Sleeping Beauty. My warrior angel."

"Tate," she cries. "I…I…"

Whatever she was going to say gets lost as her body bows…and breaks. Her pussy clamps down on my cock in a stranglehold, my name echoing from the rafters as she shatters apart beneath me.

I roar her name, my own orgasm ripped from me by the force of hers. I don't stand a chance of holding it off. Cum shoots up my shaft, my balls emptying into her in pulses that leave me trembling above her.

For one perfect moment, we find eternity together.

It's better than I ever imagined it could be.

When it's over, I fall beside her, dragging her into my arms.

"I'm keeping you," I whisper, holding her close to my heart. "You and Scout are mine to love now, mine to protect."

"Okay," she breathes, already sinking into sleep. "Whatever you say, bossy."

Chapter Eight

Samara

"Angel," Tate says, squatting in front of me.

I glance up from Scout, my heart skipping two beats at the serious look in his eyes.

"It's time to go," he says, his voice soft.

For a split second, my grip on Scout tightens as fear and anxiety short circuit my mind. I have to physically force myself to relax my grip on her and nod, letting him know I understand. I press my face to Scout's little head and take a deep breath, fighting not to cry.

"Tate's going to take good care of you now, baby girl," I whisper. "Don't be afraid." I press my lips to her head and linger for a long moment, sending up a silent prayer. When I was a kid, I used to pray for my mom to stop drinking. It never worked, so I figured either God didn't answer prayers from girls like me, or he just didn't care.

I'm not even sure if there is a God at this point, but I started praying again when I found out about Scout. If someone is up there, I think they're listening now. I feel it in my soul. Whether it's God or Siobhan or something else, I don't know. But I pray anyway. Harder than I ever have before.

My hands shake when I hand her over to Jules, Tate's surgery nurse.

"We'll take good care of her," Jules promises, laying her gently in the small bed they'll wheel her into the OR room in. She gives me a confident smile. "I'll call you with updates as often as possible."

"Thank you." My voice trembles.

"Give us a minute," Tate says, glancing at Jules and the anesthesiologist over his shoulder.

"We'll wait in the hall with Scout," Jules says.

I watch with my heart in my throat as they wheel her out of the room.

Tate waits until they're gone and then rises to his feet, pulling me up to mine. His strong arms surround me, cradling me against his chest. "I have a private waiting room set up for you, angel," he murmurs. "One of the nurses will escort you out to it."

"Thank you."

"Gage and Troian are waiting for you out there."

"Okay."

He hesitates.

"So are my brothers from the MC."

I pull back to look at him.

"Don't be afraid," he says, his expression somber. "They wanted to be here to support you."

"I… Really?" I ask, shellshocked that they're here.

He nods, bumping his forehead against mine. "You're family now, angel. What happens to one of us happens to all of us. I'd like you to meet them. If you'd rather them wait in the main waiting room after that, they're willing to do that. They'll give you as much space as you need, but they wanted to be here anyway."


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