Page 4 of Silver Spoon Falls, Vol. I

FOUR

DILLON

By the time we leave the Broadway Steakhouse, she’s giving me the frigid treatment.

I sigh, foreseeing a long life of apologizing to my little love.

I help her into my SUV, then reach for the seatbelt.

“I only threatened him a little bit.” Holding my forefinger and thumb close together to express my point, I defend myself.

After several minutes of dead silence, I growl, “Are you still mad at me?” Glancing to the side, I check to see if my firecracker is still holding a grudge.

The rigid set of her shoulders tells me I have work to do.

“The fucker was staring at your luscious tits.” At the luscious tits that turn me into a brain-dead moron, I add silently, figuring my girl isn’t in the mood to hear all the intricacies of my feelings.

After the son-of-a-bitch made a nuisance of himself, I let my mouth run away and pissed her the fuck off again.

She’s still staring out the car window, doing her best to ignore me when I make an executive decision and turn toward my house. We need to hash out a few details before I take her home. I refuse to lose all the ground I’ve made with her.

“Where are we going?” Nothing gets past my girl.

“My place.” I shrug and drive down the deserted country road. “I thought we could talk some.”

“And you didn’t think to ask?” She switches off the radio and huffs, “Or did you decide being sheriff gives you the right to kidnap me?”

“I’ve been debating kidnapping you since the first time we met. It has nothing to do with being sheriff and everything to do with being your man.” There goes my damn mouth again. “Kidnapping you is still an option if necessary.”

We turn onto my long driveway, and Jules gasps when she sees the magnolia trees lining each side of the paved road.

“I planted them when I built the house.” This is a safe subject.

“I had a picture in my mind of the home I envisioned for my future family.” It’s the truth.

Even as a young man, I knew exactly what I wanted.

I couldn’t put a face on the woman in my dreams until the day I walked into Dr. Tate Grime’s office and saw my girl.

At that moment, all the puzzle pieces fell into place and my future became clear.

Now, I need to find a way to make my soulmate understand.

“Your home is beautiful.” She glances over and smiles, causing sparks to light through my blood.

“Not as beautiful as you.” It’s fucking true.

I almost swallowed my tongue when she opened her front door earlier this evening.

The summery dress hugs her stunning figure and gives me a peek at the curves those blasted cartoon character scrubs hide so well.

She did some fancy twist thingy with her thick copper hair that bares her elegant neck.

The sight of her pale skin causes my lips to tingle with the desire to leave a big bruise above the vein pounding at the base of her throat.

My mark. So every fucking male knows this one is taken.

I pull into the garage and hit the button, closing the door.

Darkness descends around us as the only light is coming from the vehicle’s headlights.

After hopping out, I rush to her door and pull it open.

I stop her hand from reaching for the seatbelt.

“Let me.” My inner caveman refuses to stay under my skin.

Taking her soft, delicate hand in mine, I lead her to the door. Fuck. I’m acting like a teenager.

If she hates the house, I’ll just buy another one. I’ll do whatever it takes to make my curvy little firecracker happy. She walks through the door and turns to gasp. “It’s so beautiful.”

I breathe a sigh of relief when her expressive eyes light up as she glances at my large, open kitchen. I’m suddenly glad I splurged on the professional stainless-steel appliances and marble countertop. “I can’t believe how clean your house is.”

“My grandfather’s housekeeper comes by once a week to do the deep cleaning,” I admit, “but I’m house-trained.” I wink, giving her the hard sell. “I even put the toilet seat down.”

“Oh.” She bites that bottom lip, and I lose my ability to hold back. I pull her curvy body into my arms and groan when she melts against me. A shiver runs through her much shorter frame as my iron-hard cock presses into her softness.

“Yes,” I tell her. “Oh.” I attempt to pull back before I scare her, but she shocks the hell out of me by wrapping her silky arms around my waist. I nearly fall to my knees when she leans up to place her juicy lips against mine.

I open my lips and draw her tongue into my mouth, causing us both to moan.

Her soft tits press into my chest, and all the blood in my body heads below my waist.

My cock, the only part of my body with the ability to think, reminds me how hard and fast this is moving.

I pull back and lay my forehead against hers.

“I don’t have any fucking control around you.

” As I stare into her lust-filled eyes, I manage to mutter, “I have to stop now before I lose my mind.”

“Now you decide to slow things down?” She throws up her hands, exasperated. Jules twists my light blue polo shirt in her little fists, pulling me closer. “Shut up and kiss me.” Her brave words obliterate the last of my resistance.

“You run the show.” I lift her into my arms and rush for my bedroom before my conscience wakes the fuck up. “I’ll stop if you tell me to.” The last coherent thought I have.

Somehow, we strip and leave a trail of clothes all the way up my curved staircase. By the time I lay her luscious little ass across my navy blue comforter, she’s down to her lacy white bra and matching bikini panties.

I turn on the bathroom light and open the door all the way to let the light spill into the bedroom, needing to see her.

Standing back, I wrap my hand around my cock and give it a hard squeeze while staring at her luscious curves.

Wetness coats the inside of my palm, and I use it to lubricate my strokes.

Jules blinks as her eyes move over me. “Uh.” She swallows and drags her eyes up to mine.

“Is now a good time to tell you that I’m a virgin? ”

The room goes dark around me, and I lock my knees, attempting to stay on my feet. She’s fucking perfect. A dream come true. This girl is mine and mine alone. Hopefully, my swimmers do their job and knock her up on the first try.

“Spread your legs, sweetheart,” I growl, using the one remaining brain cell she hasn’t blown, “and show me my pussy. I promise to take good care of it.”

My firecracker’s eyes widen before she slides her silky legs open.

My mouth waters as I stare at her pink, intimate lips glistening in the barely lit room.

Dropping to my knees beside the bed, I pull her curvy ass to the edge.

Leaning down, I run my tongue straight up her juicy slit and catch the drop of wetness slipping from her pussy.

“You’re very good at this.” She places one of her tiny feet on my shoulder. “Just thought you should know.”

I mumble my thanks against her tight opening, “I aim to please.” Sliding my tongue deep, I devour her while my thumb plays with her hard little nub. My cock steadily leaks onto the hardwood floor, impatiently waiting its turn.

Jules grips the back of my head and tugs me closer.

“If you please me anymore, I might explode.” It’s a goal.

I double-down on my effort, needing to get my girl off at least once before I hurt her.

Her tight inner muscles resist the intrusion when I replace my tongue with my finger.

She makes the cutest squeaking noise as her silky walls relax, letting my finger slide deeper.

Jules chants my name as her pussy begins to flutter around my digit. Her knees clasp my head tightly, and I almost black out from the lack of oxygen. What a way to fucking go.

“Wow,” she gasps when I drag her relaxed ass to the top of the bed.

“I’m not finished with you,” I warn her before covering her lips with mine.

Jules digs her fingernails into my shoulders and holds on tight when I press my hard cock against her wet center. “The main event.” She swallows and winces, pulling back slightly from the sting.

The thought of hurting her kills me, but I know it will be better if we get it over with quickly.

I thrust forward, catching her startled cry in my mouth.

“Sorry.” I kiss my way along her silky neck and leave my mark high enough for all other men to see.

I rotate my hips in small circles, giving her time to adjust to my size.

When she wraps her curvy legs around my hips and pulls me closer, I increase my pace.

Each thrust takes my cock a little deeper until I bottom out.

Pleasure tingles up my spine as her silky walls clasp my erection tightly.

I lift her leg higher on my waist, and the change in position allows my cock to slide forward an inch or two more.

We both gasp when I pull back to thrust again. I pick up my pace, hoping I can fight off my orgasm long enough to finish her, too.

“Come for me, little firecracker.” Tingling roars up my spine, telling me I’m running out of time.

Jules follows my order, screaming my name while her silky walls flutter around my cock.

I thrust hard, then shiver as my cum spills into her waiting pussy.

Fear of scaring her away causes the words of love to stick to the roof of my mouth.

I roll over and pull her satiated body against mine, promising myself we’ll have time to discuss everything in the morning.