Page 14 of Silver Spoon Falls, Vol. I

ELEVEN

RAZOR

“Do you need to sit down, pretty baby?” I reach across the bar and wrap my hand around her precious face.

My cock hardens painfully as I get a good look at her outfit up close.

Goddamn, I hate the thought of any other men getting a look at my goddess.

Adalynn’s tiny black skirt hugs her luscious body, giving a peek at the curves below, and that fucking tight ass shirt shows off way too fucking much of her bountiful tits for my sanity.

Visions of the black high-heeled boots wrapped around my back, digging into my skin while I eat her juicy cunt run through my mind.

“Uh.” She bites her bottom lip, shaking her head.

“I can’t.” Adalynn signals over her shoulder.

“My boss is a douche canoe.” My curvy goddess’s eyes widen as she slaps a hand across her mouth again, and I can’t control the laugh that rumbles from my throat.

“Don’t laugh,” she growls adorably. “My freaking filter doesn’t work around you. ”

“Good.” I run my finger down her button nose. “I don’t ever want you to filter your thoughts from me. You can tell me absolutely anything.” She needs to know how deep my devotion runs. “I’d die, kill, or hide a body for you.”

“Let’s hope none of that is necessary.” She smirks.

A little weaselly fuck with sandy blond hair, watery blue eyes, and wire-rimmed glasses perched haphazardly on his nose comes up and interrupts.

“Adalynn, I don’t know if you noticed the line, but it’s growing by the second.

” My girl jumps away from me, and I barely resist the urge to deck the asshole.

“I’m not paying you to flirt with the entertainment.

” This must be the bar manager. My girl is right. He’s a douche canoe.

“The entertainment was flirting with her.” It’s time to put this moron in his place.

“And since my friend is part owner in this bar, I know you aren’t paying any salaries.

” As his face turns the color of a ripe eggplant, I dig in a little more.

“Another thing, I’m sure Bender won’t have a problem with my girl flirting with her man.

” Bender is a silent partner in several of the businesses in town.

I’m going to make sure he knows it’s time to find a new bar manager.

“I have to get back to work.” Adalynn steps back, and I hate the distance between us. “But I get off at midnight. Will you still be around?”

“I’m not going anywhere.” I turn and point at the empty barstool at the end of the bar. “I’ll sit right over here and wait for you.”

“But.” There’s that adorable little crease on her forehead. “Don’t you have to stay with your band?”

“My gig is over,” I tell her. “Now, my real job starts.” Making sure she’s safe and happy just became my only goal in life. First, I plan to find the asshole stalking her and plant my foot permanently in his ass. Then, I’ll tie Adalynn to me for life.

I’m sitting at the end of the bar nursing the beer Adalynn set in front of me a few moments ago.

Ignoring everyone else in the bar, I watch my girl’s every move.

When I feel a hand fall on my shoulder, I spin around, ready to deck the motherfucker, and find Bender smirking at me.

“I only have one question.” He glances over at Adalynn and shakes his head.

“Have you been drinking the Silver Spoon Falls water?”

I set my bottle on the bar. “What?”

“The water in town. Have you been drinking it?” He shrugs like this is a normal conversation.

“I grabbed a bottle of water at the convenience store on the way out of Houston,” I answer, remembering Pen telling me about a rumor flying around the small town. At the time, I thought she was fucking with me, but I guess the residents really do believe the town’s water causes love at first sight.

“Oh.” He rubs his bottom lip. “Then this is a completely random phenomenon.”

“Random or not, it’s for life,” I tell him.

“I’m happy for you.” Bender smirks. “But I’ve heard that she’s a firecracker.” He points his bottle at Adalynn. “Good luck keeping up with her.”

“I’m up to the job.” Glancing over, I see her watching me intently as the little weaselly manager walks by. “I take care of what’s mine,” I inform Bender loud enough for the asshole to hear. I don’t want there to be any misunderstandings.

The rest of the evening passes by at a snail’s pace.

I’m about ready to kick some fucking ass every time some dickhead tries to flirt with my girl.

I’m facing long nights sitting on this very barstool until I convince her to quit this job.

At least the little dipshit manager stopped hovering around the bar an hour or so ago.

Hopefully, he found someone else to bug.

“I’m done.” Adalynn walks around the bar, and I reach for her. Her eyes widen as I cover her soft lips with mine. She melts against me, and everything around us disappears. Our tongues tangle while my cock turns to stone behind the brand-new, stiff-as-fuck denim. Ouch.

“I’m done too,” I whisper against her juicy lips. “Let’s blow this popsicle stand.”

I hold her curvy body close as we walk through the dark parking lot. “My car is over there.” She points at a little compact at the back of the lot.

“I’ll drive you home.” I pull her toward my rental.

“Wait.” She digs her heels in and argues, “I need my car.”

“I’ll bring you here to get it tomorrow.” I shrug and keep moving with her sputtering next to me.

“Wait.” Adalynn halts and slams her hands down on her curvy hips. “Now, listen to me carefully. I’m not one of your groupies.” Like I didn’t already know that. “I’m not going to sleep with you tonight.”

Wrapping my hand around my girl’s head, I run my thumb over her silky cheek and assure her, “I don’t expect you to sleep with me, pretty baby.

Tonight.” She opens her mouth to interrupt, but I place my finger across her sweet lips.

“But I’m going to make sure you get home safely.

” She blinks up at me several times, and I realize I sound like a certifiable moron.

“Someone is stalking you,” I growl and watch as her beautiful face pales at my reminder.

“I’m not taking any chances with your well-being. Ever.”

I need some time to come up with a plan to make sure she’s safe. If it means sleeping in my rental car, so be it. I’m not letting her out of my sight.

After helping her into the passenger seat, I reach for the seatbelt and hook it across her luscious body. “What’s your address?” I ask Adalynn. When she reels it off, I type it into the map bitch.

Within four minutes, I’m pulling up in front of her small duplex. “Park in the apartment A visitor spot.” She points up to the small brick building. “My apartment is the one on the left.”

After parking, I halt her when she reaches for the door handle. “I’ll come around for you, pretty baby.”

I help Adalynn from the car and reach for her soft hand. “Where are your keys?”

She digs through her purse as we walk up the short sidewalk. A few feet from her door, I notice something laying on her tiny front porch. I pull her behind me and pull out my phone to use the flashlight.

“Motherfucker,” erupts from my throat when I see the dead rose in a crystal vase next to her door.

There’s a sticky red substance sprayed around it, and I really fucking hope that it isn’t blood.

“Don’t touch it,” I tell Adalynn. “There might be fingerprints on it.” When I find the asshole threatening my girl, I’m going to have a field day teaching him a lesson.

She swallows and steps around the mess to unlock her door while I dial my sister’s husband, the Silver Spoon Falls Sheriff. I pull her behind me and open the door. When I’m sure the apartment is empty, I let her follow me into the small foyer.

“Do you fucking realize what time it is?” Dillon growls.

“I need your help finding the asshole who’s stalking my girl,” I growl.

Dead silence rings through the line for a moment, and I wonder if the connection dropped. “Son-of-a-bitch,” Dillon roars, answering my question. “Give me a quick rundown of what the fuck is happening.”

“He left some shit on her front porch,” I tell him. “A dead rose in a vase with fake blood all around.” At least, I think it’s fake. Then I reel off her address to my brother-in-law.

“I’ll send someone by to collect it.” I hear Dillon talking to someone in the background. “Don’t touch anything.”

“I’m going to take Adalynn to my hotel suite to keep her safe.”

“Okay. I’ll get someone to investigate,” he agrees. “We saw you make a move on the bartender after the show. Your sister wants to know if you’ve been drinking the water in town.”

I can’t believe how obsessed everyone is with the fucking water. “Tell Jules I’ll call her tomorrow,” I growl and hang up.

After slipping my phone into my pocket, I turn to Adalynn. “Pack a bag, pretty baby. You’re coming with me.”

“Okay.” She sighs before seeming to remember her argument from the bar about sleeping with me tonight. She narrows suspicious eyes on me. "But I'm not sleeping with you tonight, Razor. I'm only agreeing because I'm terrified.”

“Whatever you say,” I readily agree. I would promise just about anything to get her to agree to come with me. There’s no way I’d leave my girl alone now.

We drive across town, lost in silence. Different scenarios of how to handle the situation course through my mind. The one thing that I know for sure—my girl won’t be returning to her apartment alone. Ever.

By the time we check in and head up to my hotel suite, Adalynn is drooping big time. I lead her into the large suite and drop our two measly bags on the counter. “Why don’t you pick a bedroom and get settled while I check my messages.”

My fucking phone has been buzzing away in my pocket, and I need to see what the fuck is going on. I watch my girl disappear into the first bedroom before glancing at the screen. There are two messages from Dillon.

Dillon: This asshole is dangerous. He left a note tucked in the flower.

Motherfucker. I’ll do whatever it takes to protect my pretty baby. I type out a quick reply.

Me: What did the note say?

I watch the three dots dance across the screen a few moments before his message pops up.

Dillon: I’ll show you tomorrow. Will be at your hotel room at 8. Bender is coming too.

I glance down at my watch and see it’s already two a.m. Groaning, I send another quick text to the early-rising fucker.

Me: Goddamn. That’s like six hours from now.

I laugh to myself at Dillon’s reply.

Dillon: Some of us go to bed at normal people hours. Fucking vampire.

I’m dying to know what message the note contained, but I’m more concerned with making sure my girl is safe.

“Is everything okay?” Adalynn walks up behind me.

After pulling myself together, I turn to my girl. “It’s good.” Once I figure out what’s going on, I’ll tell her everything.

Her eyes narrow as she stares at me. “I want you to tell me the truth.”

I pull her curvy body into my arms and lean down to kiss her soft lips.

She melts against me, and I lay my forehead against hers.

“I promise to tell you everything once I figure it out. Then we’ll make sure this asshole never gets anywhere near you.

” All is right in the world as I hold my little love close, and I’ll do whatever it takes to keep her.

“Okay.” Adalynn nibbles on her juicy bottom lip, causing hunger to shoot through my soul. “But I don’t want you to hide anything from me.” My cock thumps behind the zipper, but I ignore the impatient fucker.

“Don’t worry, pretty baby.” The long day and late night take their toll on Adalynn, and she’s drooping right before my eyes.

“Why don’t you take a shower and get some sleep.

” It kills me to let her go to the other room, but we’ll have our whole lives together.

Once I get her into my bed, I don’t ever plan to let her go.

“I need it,” she agrees.

I sit on the sofa, staring out the large window, listening to her move around in the bedroom. After a while, I realize it’s been quiet in her room for several minutes and figure she’s sound asleep. I drag my ass to the other bathroom for a quick shower.

Fuck. In my rush to get to the concert, I only bought one outfit. Oh well, commando it is. I turn the water to colder than a well digger's ass and hop in, hoping to cool my jets some.

Well, that was an epic failure. I lie in the king-size bed with my body cold and my cock hard as a rock, staring at the ceiling.

Looks like I have to take things into my own hand.

Literally. I reach down and wrap my hand around my impatient erection.

Visions of my girl’s luscious curves fill my mind as I slide my hand up and down.

Mother thumb and her four daughters do the job, but coming hard doesn’t satisfy the hunger overtaking my soul. Only my pretty baby can do that.

I stare at the ceiling until the sun peeks through the slit in the drapes, then drag my sorry ass out of bed. As I pull on my traveling outfit, I make a mental list of the things I need to pick up later. Clean clothes top the fucking list.

At eight on the dot, my ever-punctual brother-in-law bangs on the door. “Good morning, sunshine.” Dillon and Bender step through the door. “Here, I figured you’d need an extra-large dose of caffeine today.” Dillon hands me a steaming cup of coffee while Bender drops down on the sofa.

“You just became my second favorite brother-in-law,” I tease and take a sip of the liquid gold.

“I’m your only brother-in-law.” He shakes his head.

“Then it shouldn’t be too hard for you to move up.”

The bedroom door opens, interrupting us, and I turn to find my curvy little goddess standing in the doorway, wearing just a fucking minuscule pair of shorts and a tiny ass t-shirt. A red haze descends over my vision as I bark out, “Close your fucking eyes.”

I storm over to her and lean over to whisper, “If you don’t want me to spank your gorgeous ass in front of our visitors, head back in that room and put on some fucking clothes.”

A light red blush starts on the tops of her bountiful tits and moves up her neck. She gives an adorable squeak and turns to slam the door in my face.

I groan as my cock bursts to life in the loose fucking sweatpants. Without underwear to corral the bastard, I take several deep breaths trying to contain the show before turning back to my friends.

“By the way,” Bender sits back and grabs the television remote, making himself at home, “the coffee was made with Silver Spoon Falls water.”

Like I need another goddamn reminder the town has special water. I silently thank the town’s water or karma or whatever it is that brought Adalynn into my life.