Page 63 of Silver Spoon Falls, Vol. I

FORTY-FIVE

GRIZZ

"Fuck, Temptation," I growl, digging my hands into her hips as I lift her up and then drop her back down on my cock. Her nails skate down my shoulder blades and my name leaves her lips in a soft whimper.

"Harder, Grizz."

"You want more, little bookworm?"

“Please," she pleads sweetly, those big eyes locked on me.

How can I resist? I can't. I don't even try. I pound into her, fucking her hard and deep as my mouth moves against hers. I'm already on the edge, fighting like hell not to fall before she does. But who am I kidding? I fell days ago. I've been falling since.

I'm not ready for this weekend to end. I like waking up with her in my arms. I like eating her for breakfast and making love to her. I like fucking her in the shower. I'm wild about this woman.

She’s the sweetest little treat, with a sassy streak a mile wide.

I fucking love how feisty she can be. The more comfortable she gets with me, the more that feisty side comes out.

I never cared much about hockey, but I find myself intensely grateful that the Falcons now call Silver Spoon Falls home. Because it means she does, too.

I thought the best years of my life were over when Bent retired. She proved me wrong. They started the minute I walked into that bachelorette party and saw her sitting on the stairs. Everything is new and exciting again.

This entire weekend has been the best of my life, hands down.

She's exactly what I didn't know was missing… the heart, the fire, the passion .

She gasps my name, coming apart around me. Her perfect cunt locks down on my shaft, her inner muscles clenching hard enough to hurt. She soaks me as she comes, burying her face in my throat as if that's going to hide the way she cries my name into the shower.

I drop her down on me and hold her there, roaring the truth, "I love you."

She hears me. Her head flies up, her wide, startled eyes locking on mine. She doesn’t have to say anything for me to read the question there.

"Meant it," I growl, writhing in ecstasy. Fucking hell. Maybe I'll just keep her here for the rest of my life instead of taking her back to Silver Spoon Falls. At least I don't have to share her here. She's all mine.

"Grizz," she whispers, her expression soft. "I love you, too."

My heart swells… and so does my cock.

Nope. I'm definitely taking her home today. I need to let her brother know I'm marrying her. Pronto.

But I drag her closer and lift her up my cock again, planning to use up every ounce of hot water in this damn hotel first.

I regret my decision to bring her home precisely five minutes after our plane lands. We're barely off the damn thing when Giant's big ass appears like a grinning specter in the distance.

"Fuck my life," I groan, drawing to a stop on the tarmac with Morgan at my side.

"What's wrong?"

"Giant is here."

"Giant?" She scans the tarmac, her eyes growing wide when they land on my pain-in-the-ass friend and boss striding toward us. "Whoa," she whispers. "He's bigger than you are."

"Stop looking at him, Temptation."

"What?" She blinks at me in confusion, reads my disgruntled expression, and then rolls her eyes. "I didn't mean it like that, caveman. I just meant he's huge."

My scowl deepens, which makes her smile.

"You're such a caveman," she mumbles.

"What's up, fucker?" Giant shouts, his deep voice booming toward us. "You forget how to answer a phone?"

"No. I had the week off. That means I get to ignore your big ass without repercussions," I remind him.

He smirks, his gaze flicking from me to Morgan. His grin widens and I groan internally. Here we fucking go. "Hey, Morgan. 'Sup?"

"Um, hi," she whispers, being her usual shy, sweet self. Meeting new people makes her anxious. But as soon as she feels comfortable, she comes out of her shell.

"I'm Giant." He stops in front of us, thrusting out a hand toward her.

She darts a glance in my direction and then reaches out to shake his hand. When he tries to pull her in for a hug, I growl, which makes him laugh his ass off.

"So, it's like that, huh?"

"It's always like that," I growl. "Stop pissing me off before I tell Bella you're the one who lets the air out of her tires before Girl's Night every week."

"You wouldn't."

"Try to hug my woman again and I will."

"Possessive bastard," he says. The hint of approval in his tone makes it clear he isn't complaining. Giant is… fucking Giant. He's feral, but he believes in love with his whole big ass heart and wants everyone else to believe in it, too.

I'll never admit it, but he's part of the reason I know how to take care of my little bookworm. My dad ran out on my mom when my youngest sister was still in diapers. He just split, leaving her to raise us alone. She gave up on love after that.

I know what a healthy, loving relationship looks like partly because of this big jackass and the rest of his MC.

I spend so much fucking time around them, thanks to him and Bender, that I see the way they are with their wives.

I guess I've learned a thing or two about what it means to love a woman by watching them love theirs.

They do it without shame or reservation, holding nothing back. That’s exactly how I plan to be with Morgan. She’ll have every piece of me, no matter who is watching, no matter what.

It’s the only way I know how to be with her. She stole my heart and claimed it as her own. Property of Morgan Tempest.

"Why are you bugging me? It's Sunday."

"You missed the performance." He tsks like he's disappointed, but I read the humor in his eyes. "After threatening my life to get tickets."

"Something came up."

He smirks. "Yeah, I bet it did."

Morgan blushes bright red, looking everywhere except directly at Giant.

"We saw it on Saturday." Even though we missed the performance on Friday, I managed to score tickets to the Saturday show. It took a small miracle, but it was worth it. My little bookworm loved every second of the show. I spent the whole thing watching her.

"I know." Giant grins at me. "But I had to give you shit about missing Friday."

"You came all the way out here to give me shit?"

"Nope. I'm actually here on official business." He nods at Morgan. "Her brother hired me."

She blanches, her mouth falling open. "He didn't."

"He did. Said you were missing. He's convinced this big idiot murdered you and hid your body because you stopped answering your phone."

"Oh, I'm going to kill him," she hisses.

"Jesus Christ." I shake my head, not entirely surprised by this turn of events. Miles Tempest was not thrilled that his baby sister ran off to Memphis with me. He was even less thrilled when she told him to mind his own business.

He and I need to have that discussion sooner rather than later. He can't be stressing her out. It's not good for her. She could be carrying my kid.

God, I hope she's carrying my kid.

"You want me to tell him that she's alive and well or what?" Giant asks me.

"Nah. I'll handle it."

He jerks his chin in a nod before glancing down at Morgan. "You may want to call your friend, too. The chick who's marrying George Graydon. The whole bridal party has been calling all weekend, looking for you. They're also convinced this big idiot kidnapped you."

"Oh my God!" Morgan cries. "Why is everyone in my life suddenly crazy?"

"I mean, you did run off with a stripper," Giant says, and then he smirks at me. "Crissy, one of the bridesmaids, wanted to know if you do private parties, by the way. I'm guessing the answer is no?"

"Tell Crissy that his stripping days are over," Morgan growls, jealousy flashing in her eyes. "He's retired. Actually, I'll tell her myself."

"What she said," I agree, fighting a smile.

Fuck, I think I like her wearing that jealous look over me.

It's sexy as hell… and completely unnecessary.

No one gets to see any part of me except for her, which I remind her when I tuck her up against my side, pressing my lips to her temple. "I only strip for my future wife."

"Goddamn, I love the water in this town," Giant says, clapping me on the shoulder. "Congratulations."

I lift my chin in acknowledgment, my eyes locked on Morgan, who is staring at me in complete shock.

Yeah, little bookworm. You heard me right. You're marrying me.

"Future wife?" she mouths.

I wink at her and then hold out my fist for Giant to bump. "I'll see you tomorrow, fucker. I've got shit to do."

"Yeah. Good luck with that." He laughs quietly. "Miles Tempest is not thrilled with you."

Not thrilled with me is an understatement, I quickly learn. Miles is waiting on Morgan's front porch when we pull up out front, and judging by the glare on his face, he's been there for a while, growing madder by the minute.

"Let me handle him, Temptation," I murmur, placing a hand on Morgan's arm when she spots him and starts muttering to herself about strangling him.

"He tried to report me as missing, Grizz!"

"He worries about you."

"I'm a big girl."

"Yeah, you are." I smile, tucking strands of hair behind her ear.

"But to him, you'll always be his baby sister.

He'll always worry his ass off about you.

He wouldn't be worth a damn as a brother if he didn't worry.

" As far as I'm concerned, the fact that he worries about her says a lot about the kind of man he is.

It says a lot about the kind of woman she is, too. She engenders loyalty from the people in her life. They want to protect her because they love her. Because it's impossible to know her and not love her. She's shy and sweet and sassy when she wants to be. She's fucking perfect.

Her brother has been watching over her for her entire life. He knows how incredible she is. He's probably been beating assholes off her with a stick. But I'm not one of them. The only thing I want from her is whatever little crumbs she's willing to give me.

Okay, that's a lie. I want every piece of her. Her brother is just going to have to accept it because I'm not going anywhere. He can do his worst. I'm a dog with a bone now.

"Fine," she mumbles. "But if you two kill each other, I'm stepping over your bodies and going to eat ice cream."

"You want ice cream?"

"You don't want ice cream?" She eyes me like I'm the crazy one here. She may have a point. Especially if I get to eat it off her perfect body.

"Wait here." I hop out, circling around to her.

"About fucking time you brought her home," Miles growls, stomping down the steps toward me. He looks just like Morgan, only bigger. He's a brawny motherfucker with eyes just as gray as his sister's. "Much longer and I was flying to Memphis to bring her home myself."

"Good to see you again too, Miles," I say dryly.

He grunts instead of responding.

"She was perfectly safe with me."

"Says you." He stops a few steps from me with his feet planted apart and his arms crossed over his broad chest. "You both could have been dead in a ditch somewhere for all I knew."

"Are you pissed she's with me specifically, or are you pissed she's with a man in general?

" I ask, keeping my voice pitched low to keep Morgan from overhearing.

This is between the two of us. "Because if it's the former, I can't do shit about that.

But if it's the latter, you know damn well that she's safe with me, man. "

"Do I?" He cocks his head to the side, staring at me like he's never seen me before.

Which is fucking funny considering we've been doing security for the Falcons off and on since they came to town.

"You've spent most of your life running around with Bender's band, living large.

She's a good girl. But the first chance you get, you've got her running off for the weekend without a word to anyone. "

Well, shit.

"It wasn't even like that," I mutter. "I took her to see Les Mis. It's her favorite book. I thought she should see it live at least once."

"You took her to see Les Mis?"

"Despite what you clearly think, I haven't spent my life living large." I shake my head, bemused at his miscalculation. "I don't fuck around. I spent half my goddamn time on the road with my nose stuck in a fucking book."

Living the rockstar life isn’t what I’ve missed since Bender retired.

I never gave a shit about any of that. It was having a purpose and something to do every day.

I’ve just been drifting since the band retired, picking up clients here and there.

I miss the fuck out of the band. I wasn’t made for boredom.

"You're serious."

"As a heart attack. I'm in love with your sister. You don't have to like it. I don't even expect you to like me. But don't break her heart," I say. "You do that, we're going to have major fucking problems."

He watches me for a long moment and then blows out a sharp breath. "Jesus Christ. You are in love with her."

"And I love him, too."

I glance over my shoulder as Morgan's voice rings out loud and clear from behind me. She's out of the truck, standing a few feet behind me with her hands on her wide hips.

"Jesus, Morgan," Miles growls.

"You hired Cormac Carmichael to find me," she growls right back at him, fire flashing in her eyes. "Are you insane?"

"I…"

" Don't answer that."

Miles, wisely, snaps his mouth closed.

"I'm a big girl, Miles. I love you for looking out for me, and I'm sorry I didn't call you before we left, but you are not the boss of me," she says quietly, stepping up beside me. "I'm allowed to have adventures instead of reading them for once. You should want that for me."

"Of course, I want that for you."

"Then stop being a jerk to Grizz because he's been pretty freaking amazing to me, even though I got him beat up by the Bride Tribe."

Miles' gaze darts from his sister to me.

My split lip has healed, and the black eye is all but gone now.

A tiny purple bruise is all that remains, but, of course, he zeroes in on it.

His lips twitch, his disgruntled expression easing.

"Fuck. I guess I can't break his jaw then," he mutters before guffawing.

"You wouldn't last a week on the ice, Delacorte. "

I politely tell him what I think of that. With my middle finger. But the tension falls from my shoulders and the knot in my stomach dissolves. If he's laughing, I think we're good. That's all I need.

I pull Morgan into my arms, pressing my lips to her temple. "Told you to let me handle it," I murmur against her skin.

"You were taking too long," she complains, making me smile. "I really want ice cream. And another private show."

Well, hell. Who am I to tell her no?