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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"Go get ready for bed. I have a surprise for you tonight," he says, kissing me again.

"Your banana isn't a surprise, Tate," I say, snorting.

He swats me on the ass, shaking his head. "Go, smartass."

"Bossy." I bite my lip to hide a smile, kind of hoping my surprise is his banana.

"Be quiet before you wake the kids," Tate growls, smacking my ass as he thrusts into me from behind. His balls smack against my pussy hard enough to sting.

"I can't be quiet!" I cry, grabbing fistfuls of the sheets. My nipples drag across the bedding in the most delicious way, driving me higher. With my ass in the air and my chest pressed to the bed, all I can do is take what he gives me. Every powerful thrust sends a bolt of pleasure through me, each one rising in intensity. I feel like I'm going to crack apart.

"Bite the pillow, angel," he orders me. "Don't make me gag you."

My pussy clamps down on him, his threat making me wetter, hotter. I swear, his filthy mouth should come with a warning label. It does things to me that should be illegal. He does things to me that should be illegal. After five years, there is nothing this man hasn't done to me, no way he hasn't taken me.

He even paid Finn an ungodly amount of money to create a VR version of one of my games. Only every character looked exactly like him. Four different versions of Tate made love to me at once that night. I'm still not entirely sure which one was real. He was everywhere at once. It was incredible. I couldn't look at Finn for a month straight.

Six weeks later, we found out I was pregnant with Quade. We haven't tried the game again. I'm a little afraid I'll end up pregnant again if we do. With Scout's surgery coming next year, I want to wait before we have another baby. There's no way I can juggle two babies, Gemma, and Scout's heart surgery.

"Fuck," Tate growls, gripping my hips in his hands and yanking me back onto him. "I love the way I look disappearing into that juicy cunt, Samara."

"Tate," I whine.

"What do you want, baby?"

"More," I demand.

"Greedy girl," he chuckles. His hands tighten on my hips, yanking them up higher. The change in angle is exactly what I need, but that's not enough for Tate. Oh no. He gives me everything he has, driving his hips into me until I'm biting the pillow, trying to cover my screams of ecstasy.

My orgasm rips through me like a bomb blast, detonating again and then again. I'm locked in place, pinned exactly where Tate wants me. He pounds into me, groaning about how good I feel coming all over him. How tight I am. He says the filthiest things as he comes with me.

And then the sweetest.

"God, angel," he groans, falling forward. His head lands against my back. "Every day, I find a new reason to fall in love with you. Five years, and the list keeps growing."

"Tate," I whisper, melting into the bed beneath him.

"You're my world, you know that?" He presses his lips to my back. "I love you, Samara Grimes."

"I love you too."

He stays where he is for a moment and then reluctantly rolls to the side. We both groan when he slips out of me. I hate that part. When he's inside me, I'm complete.

He hooks his arm around my waist, rolling me onto my side. He plasters himself to my back, wrapping himself around me. His face nuzzles into the crook of my neck, his lips touching my shoulder. "You can't go to sleep yet, baby," he murmurs.

"I like you better when you're being sweet to me."

He laughs quietly. "I am being sweet to you."

"Not if you're not letting me sleep."

"You can't go to sleep because you have to pack, angel."

I frown. "For what?"

"We're leaving in the morning," he says, smiling against my shoulder.

"For what?"

"A trip."

"Tate."

His smile grows. "We're going to Angel's island for a few days," he says. "Just you and me. Mom and dad are going to stay with the kids."

I flip around to face him. His dark emerald eyes are soft, his smile wide. "Seriously?"

"Mmhmm." He taps my nose and then tucks pieces of hair behind my ear. "Everything is planned. All you have to do is throw your shit in a bag." His brows furrow. "On second thought, don't pack anything. I plan to keep you naked and on my cock for the next three days anyway. You won't need clothes for that."

"Oh, goodie," I whisper, perfectly fine with this plan.

"You like that, huh?"

"Mmhmm," I hum, snuggling into his arms again. "It means I get to go to sleep now."

He throws his head back, laughing loudly. "You really know how to stroke a man's ego, don't you, Sleeping Beauty?"


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