Page 17 of Silver Spoon Falls, Vol. I

FOURTEEN

ADALYNN

“You said you were adopted,” Razor says, glancing over at me, his expression soft, as we make the drive back to his hotel

“Yeah,” I murmur, angling my head against the window to look at him. “Um, when I was ten. I grew up in foster care before that.”

“Damn, pretty baby. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.”

He turns from the road to look at me, a question in his ocean eyes.

“I mean, growing up in foster care isn’t great.

It was kind of awful, honestly. But I landed on my adopted parents’ doorstep when I was nine.

They decided right then and there that they were keeping me.

” I smile at the memory. My mom is fierce, with a heart bigger than the ocean.

As soon as she found out that I had younger sisters, she fought for them, too.

Within a week, we were all living under the same roof for the first time in months.

“They always wanted a big family but were only able to have my older brother. They ended up adopting me and my four sisters.”

“There are five of you?”

“Yeah.” My smile grows. “I’m the oldest. Then there’s Leia, Heidi, Charlie, and Gemma.”

“There are three of us,” Razor murmurs. “Me and my twin, Ryker, and our baby sister, Jules. Jules lives here in town. She’s married to Dillon. Ryker works for the CIA. He gets in touch when he can.”

I blink at him. “You have a twin who works for the CIA?”

“Yep. Identical.”

“Whoa.”

His low chuckle washes over me before he cuts his eyes in my direction again. “Just so we’re clear, you aren’t allowed to think he’s fucking hot, Adalynn,” he growls. “I’m the only man you look at.”

Oh, he’s so bossy! Why is that so sexy to me?

“Yeah?” I say, narrowing my eyes at him, trying not to let him see how much I love when he goes all caveman on me. “Then do I get to be the only woman you look at, Razor? Because you’re the one who has the whole world screaming his name.”

“Pretty baby, you’ve been the only woman I’ve seen since I saw you in those fuck me boots at the mall,” he says, rolling to a stop at a traffic light.

He turns in his seat, reaching across the console to tip my chin up.

“I haven’t taken my eyes off you since. I don’t give a fuck who else is screaming my name.

It’s your voice I want to hear breaking on it. ”

Oh, jeez. This man should seriously come with a warning label. He’s far too dangerous to every part of me. Especially my heart.

“You left the bar with Razor Montgomery last night,” Leia says as soon as I answer the phone.

I pull it away from my ear, blinking to make sure I didn’t misread the name when I answered the call. Usually, Charlie is the first to know everything.

“I don’t even want to know how you know that already,” I mumble, flopping backward on the bed to stare up at the ceiling. It’s scary how fast my sisters work. Even though I’m hours away, I still have no secrets from them.

“Charlie told Gemma, who told Heidi, who told me,” Leia says. “Why did you leave the bar with Razor Montgomery last night?”

Because I think I’m in love with him.

My head spins. I think my heart does, too.

It’s way too soon to feel this way, isn’t it?

I barely even know him! And yet… and yet, the more time I spend with him, the more certain I am that I wasn’t entirely honest with him or with myself today.

I told him I was falling for him. But I think I’ve already fallen.

I don’t even know when or how, but somewhere between the bar and waking up in his arms after our nap, I stopped falling and landed.

I’m in love with Razor Montgomery.

“Holy crap,” Leia breathes into the phone. “You’re in love with him.”

“How can you possibly know that?” I cry, sitting up. “I didn’t even say anything!”

“That’s how I knew. You get quiet when you’re overthinking, and you overthink everything.” My sister snorts indelicately. “It’s what you do.”

“Is not,” I lie. It totally is, but I’m not admitting that to her. She’ll use it against me for the rest of my life.

“Is he good to you?”

“Yes,” I whisper.

“Is he nice to you?” she growls.

“So nice.” No one has ever treated me the way he does.

Even when he’s all growly and possessive and being a caveman, he makes sure I’m taken care of and that I have what I need.

He gives me exactly what I need without me even asking, as if he knows me better than I know myself.

It’s a little disconcerting how easily he reads me.

Most men would have pushed in the bedroom.

They would have tried to take more. Men like Razor don’t give up control easily.

They were born to take charge. But he didn’t push.

He handed the reins to me and let me lead.

And then he stopped us before we went too far.

He put my needs above his own without a second thought or a single complaint.

Despite everything going on, I feel safe with him.

As if the stalker situation is some nightmare happening to someone else.

It doesn’t feel real because he’s a buffer standing between it and me.

It’s hard to be afraid when I know deep down that he won’t let anything bad happen to me. He’s my safe place.

That’s exactly what I was looking for when I came to Silver Spoon Falls…

but I didn’t know it was a person. I thought it would be a place.

Somewhere quiet and peaceful where I could focus on my studies without my neighbors throwing parties at all hours of the day and night. Somewhere I could settle and call home.

I think Razor might be my home.

“He doesn’t live here,” I blurt to Leia, clenching the phone tightly. “What happens when he leaves?”

“Is he leaving?”

“Why would he stay?” He’s a freaking retired rockstar with an entire life in Los Angeles. But everything I love is here in Texas. My heart is here. My sisters are scattered around the state attending college, but they’re here. Garrett is right here in Silver Spoon Falls. My parents are in Houston.

“If you love him, why would you let him go alone?” Leia challenges quietly.

“I…” It’s a good question. No, it’s an excellent question. He’s in love with me. Why wouldn’t I chase him to the ends of the world if that’s what his career demanded? “I can’t leave you guys.”

“We’re not little girls in foster care anymore, Adalynn,” Leia says gently.

“You’re allowed to live your life and follow your heart without feeling like you’re leaving us.

When Mom and Dad gave us new names, they gave us a fresh start, remember?

We left the past behind. We’re okay now.

You can stop worrying about us now, okay? ”

She’s right. We left foster care behind a long time ago.

But sometimes, the scars linger a little while longer.

I hated being separated from my sisters in foster care.

They tried to keep us together when they could, but it didn’t always work out that way.

Every separation was traumatic. I think I’m a little afraid to let myself fall for Razor because I don’t want to leave them behind again.

But Leia is right. We aren’t little girls anymore.

We aren’t in foster care anymore. And if I don’t take a chance now and give myself permission to fall headfirst into this thing with Razor, I’ll regret it for the rest of my life.

He’s important. I think he may be the most important thing that’s ever happened to me.

That means something. I’m pretty darn certain it means everything.

“Razor, we need to… Whoa,” I say, coming to a dead stop when I step out of the bedroom to find the living room of the suite transformed by candlelight.

The curtains over the floor-to-ceiling windows are thrown wide open.

The candles reflect in the glass like starlight, giving the room an ethereal glow.

“There you are,” Razor says, prowling across the room toward me. “I was just coming to get you.” He steps up in front of me, pulling me into his arms. “I ordered room service.”

“You did all of this for me?” I tip my head back to look up at him in awe. This man is going to ruin me. “You didn’t have to do that, Razor.”

“Are you mine, pretty baby?”

“Yes,” I whisper.

“Then I get to decide how I spoil you,” he growls, pressing his lips to mine in a hard kiss. “You’ve had a rough twenty-four hours. You deserve a little spoiling. Let me do it.”

Only a crazy woman would argue with that.

I allow him to lead me to the small table set up in front of the windows. He pulls my chair out for me and then circles around to his seat. He glances between it and me and then scowls.

I watch in amusement as he drags his chair around to the side of the table, situating it as close to mine as he can possibly get it.

“You laughing at me, Adalynn?” He cocks a brow as he moves his plate and silverware over.

“Nope,” I lie.

“Liar.” He grins, sliding into his chair. “Go ahead and laugh. I’m not ashamed to admit that I want you as close as fucking possible.”

“Me too.”

“Yeah?” His eyes heat as his gaze travels across my face, his expression lighting up. “Fuck. I like knowing that.”

My stomach clenches, heat pooling low in my belly. I love the way he looks at me like he wants to eat me instead of whatever’s on his plate. He exudes sex without even trying. It’s not hard to see why the whole world went crazy for him and his bandmates. He’s way too damn hot for words.

Especially when he’s got those skilled hands on my body. Had he not stopped us this morning, I don’t think I would have stopped. He touched me, and I went up in flames. I wanted to burn. I still do.

“Goddamn, pretty baby,” he growls. “You keep looking at me like that, and I’ll be eating you for dinner instead of my meal.”

“What if that’s what I want, Razor?” I ask, boldly holding his gaze.

He growls a wordless warning.

“I came out here to tell you something.”

“What?” he asks, wrapping his hands around the arms of his chair as if he’s trying to force himself to keep them off me. His chest rises and falls in a harsh rhythm, his cheeks flushing.

“That I lied to you earlier.”

His eyes fall to half-mast, glittering with a silent question. With challenge. “Oh, yeah? What’d you lie about, Adalynn?”

I take a deep breath and then exhale it and tell the truth. “I’m not falling for you,” I whisper. “I already fell.”

“Fuck.”

“I’m in love with you, too.” My teeth sink into my bottom lip. “All of me is yours if you want it.”

“You’re playing with fire, baby.”

I smile at his warning, pleased to know I affect him as easily as he does me. “Yeah? That’s good, then. I always liked the heat, Razor.”

The way he rumbles my name is the only warning I get before he’s on me, lifting me out of my chair and into his lap. His mouth slants down over mine in a hot, possessive kiss, his hand spearing into my hair to hold me steady.

I moan into his mouth, clinging to his broad shoulders.

Good grief, this man can kiss like no other. He annihilates my defenses, scorching every single last one of them to ash with his lips on mine and his hard body beneath me. His erection digs into my bottom, letting me know clearly just how desperately this caveman wants me.

I want him with the same intoxicating intensity. I think I could live off him and his kisses. They’re more vitalizing than anything I’ve ever tasted. He’s more real than anything I’ve ever felt.

“Fuck,” he groans, breaking away from my lips to press his forehead to mine. His breath comes in a ragged pant. “I need to feed you before I fuck you.”

I whine in disappointment, not thrilled with this plan at all. I want him all over me, and I don’t want to wait. Who needs food when I can have him instead?

“I know, pretty baby,” he croons, soothing me. “But I plan to work that perfect little pussy hard tonight. So, you’re just going to have to humor me and let me feed you before I fuck you. You’ll need your energy for what I have in store for you.”

“Fine,” I mutter, pouting. “But I don’t like it.”

He chuckles, brushing his lips across mine.

I expect him to put me back in my seat, but he doesn’t. He simply tucks me up against his chest and pulls the cover off his plate. My stomach growls loudly as the aromas of freshly baked bread and home-cooked pot roast waft toward me.

“Did you have a good talk with your sister?” he asks, cutting into a potato with a fork and holding the bite out to me.

I lean forward, taking it from the fork. My eyes roll back in my head as the buttery taste melts on my tongue. It’s so good. And I’m freaking starving.

“Fucking hell.” Razor’s eyes darken to a stormy blue, and they’re riveted to my face. “Feeding you is sexy as hell, Adalynn. Especially with you moaning like that.”

A blush creeps up my cheeks.

“You going to moan the same way when I feed you my cock?”

“Louder,” I whisper.

He slams his eyes shut, cursing up a blue streak.

When he opens them again, he’s barely hanging on by a thread.

Some wild, wanton part of myself I never knew existed rises to the surface.

That part wants to break him. I make a show of eating, wrapping my lips around the tines of the fork and moaning loudly with each bite.

I keep my eyes locked on his face, teasing him.

Sweat drips down his brow, his eyes growing darker and then darker still. His body is rigid beneath mine, a constant growl rumbling in his throat.

“Razor,” I moan on the sixth bite.

My caveman snaps like a bowstring pulled taut.

The fork clatters to the plate.

He growls, shoving the chair back from the table as his arms lash around me like steel bands. His wild ocean eyes meet mine, raging with need.

“Fuck dinner,” he growls. “I’ll feed you after I make you mine.”