Page 19 of Silver Spoon MC Collection: Loni's Crew

I sit back in my well-worn office chair and glance out the large picture window. My ranch office is situated on the left side of the barn, giving me the perfect view of the main corral and the back pasture. I watch the prospect fighting to control the tamest horse on the ranch and rub the back of my neck. Brady is about to get his foolish neck broken. Dumb fucking moron. Blinking, I refocus my attention on the angel chattering away in my ear.

“This is Kyra Eaton, Hadley’s sister.” Oh. I’ve heard all about the Pres’ soon-to-be sassy pants sister-in-law. The brothers that have met Kyra describe her as beautiful and terrifying—my two favorite things in the world. “Cash gave me your number.” Fuck me with a wooden spoon. I knew I was forgetting something. I agreed to help her transport the wedding flowers to the ranch. “I wanted to see when you’ll be coming by to help me load the flowers.”

I blow out my breath, realizing my foreman hunt will have to wait for another day. Cash’s wedding is this weekend, and I’m on tap to help with the whole shindig. “What time do you need me?” My words wobble from the pressure of my cock begging to hear her voice again.

“Can you be here at five-thirty tonight? I’ll need help most of the evening.” I mentally cringe at the thought of unloading fucking flowers for the rest of my Friday night. Hadley and her twin sister, Kyra, own the only floral shop in Silver Spoon Falls. The twins moved here to run Petal Pushers several months ago when their great-aunt died. Since the ranch keeps me occupied and I don’t send flowers to anyone, I haven’t ever visited the shop. “Thank God, Cash and Hadley decided against having a rehearsal dinner,” Kyra groans, bringing me back to the conversation. “I’ve been busting my ass all week and I barely got these arrangements ready. I never would’ve finished if I had to go to a dinner tonight.” As she chatters away, her voice flows through my body. “Uh. Are you still there?”

Realizing I’ve let my mind wander again, I mutter, “I’ll be at Petal Pushers at five-thirty.” I hang up before making more of an ass of myself. I glance over at the clock and groan. Another three damn hours until quitting time.

At four-fifteen, I rush over to the main house to grab a quick shower before heading to town. “Yuck.” Gloria makes gagging noises as I storm in the back door. “You smell like the barn.”

“I’ve been working in the barn all day long.” I glance over at her and smirk. “You should be used to stinky men,” I joke. Gloria’s husband, Rulie, is a neat freak fucker. Our graybeard works as Cash’s PA while Gloria is the mother hen-housekeeper at the clubhouse. She also stops by the main ranch house several times a week to check in on me.

“I’ll tell Rulie you think he stinks.” She rolls her eyes.

“Fuck, no.” Changing my tune, I grab a banana from the fruit bowl and peel it. “My eyes already water from all the frou-frou shit he wears.” Rulie smothers himself in fucking cologne. Much more, and they’ll smell him on the space station. I glance at my watch and groan. “I have to rush through a shower,” I tell Gloria. “I have to help Hadley’s sister with the flowers.”

“That’s why I’m here.” She points at the stairs. “I picked your suit up at the cleaners and put it in your closet.” I wouldn’t survive without her. After my housekeeper quit, I decided to try things on my own. I lasted all of two weeks before admitting to myself that I can’t do it all. I need to hire someone else, but I just don’t have the time. I guess I’ll add it to my ever-growing list of shit to get done.

“Thank you.” I throw the peel away and head for the stairs. “I’d kiss you, but I like my head attached to my shoulders.” Rulie might be middle-aged, but he still packs a punch. He loves us like sons but won’t tolerate anyone touching his old lady.

“Don’t be late tomorrow or Cash will have your ass,” Gloria calls after me, and I give her a thumbs up.

CHAPTEREIGHTEEN

COWBOY

I’m headed to town a while later when my phone rings. I hit the Bluetooth button and roll my eyes when Cash growls, “Are you helping Kyra with the flowers?”

“God, you sound like a pussy-whipped fucker.” I can’t resist needling him. When I talked to Hands yesterday, he complained about Cash driving everyone nuts over the wedding. I’ve been in Houston most of the week and avoided the shit show.

“Fuck off,” he grumbles. “I can’t wait to see you go through this.”

“Oh no.” Slamming my hand on the steering wheel, I blast the asshole, “You aren’t jinxing me with the wholefinding a soulmate and acting like a moron thingyou have happening right now.”

“We’ll see. Back to my original question. Are you planning to help Kyra with the arrangements?” My friend sounds so frazzled that I don’t have the heart to screw with him.

“I’m on my way there now.” I see the Silver Spoon Falls Pop. 10,354 up ahead and turn right onto Main Street.

“Can you make sure the set-up is running smoothly tonight?” The exhaustion is evident in his voice.

“Is everything okay?” I might make fun of the pussy-whipped fucker, but I’m also envious of how happy he’s been and I don’t want to see his sweet lady suffer, either.

“Hadley is having a bad night.” He sighs. “She’s dealing with morning, noon, and night sickness right now.” That sounds horrible to me. Seeing the woman you love in that agony must be awful. “Zane and London will meet you at the clubhouse to set everything up.” Rulie picked his two siblings up at the airport today. “Call me if you have any questions.”

“Don’t worry, mother hen,” I tease. “We have everything under control,” I assure him then hang up before he has time to ask any more questions.

Last weekend, we had a meeting at the clubhouse to decide who would be available to help, and everyone volunteered to do something. Our MC consists of a hodgepodge of wealthy men who share a love of the road and have forged a brotherhood. Most of us know what it’s like to be in the public eye and have a hard time trusting outsiders since our wealth makes us targets. Damien “Angel” De Angelis, a real prince, has been in his home country of Belldonia for the elections. He plans to fly in tomorrow morning. Cormac “Giant” Carmichael owns a security firm that contracts for big-time celebrities. He’s stuck in Europe on a job, but he’s supplying all the security personnel for the event. Rafe “Lynch” Soracco, our architect MC brother, helped design the wedding set-up. Andreas “Playboy” Romano, the CEO of Romano Shipping, rushed the shipment of special flowers Hadley wanted. Jude “Fifth” Despora, the club’s attorney, tried his usual “I plead the fifth,” but we ignored the fucker and assigned him to catering duty. Actually, the fucker found an available caterer and arranged everything. Since Cash’s parents are big-time celebrity movie stars, they decided to attend the ceremony via video to keep the reporters from circling like vultures. Our genius computer hacker, Finn “Hacker” Taylor, is in charge of ensuring all the video equipment is “hacker” proof. My mind is blown. Our brother Declan “Bender” Valentine, a popular rockstar, snuck into town two days ago.

After parking in front of the small shop, I glance through the large picture window and shudder at all the pink fluff everywhere. It’s enough girly shit to make me break out in hives. The old fashioned bell dings when I step in the glass door. Overly sweet fragrance hits me between the eyes, and I barely resist gagging. “Hi. You must be Cowboy.” I turn to the sound of her smoky voice. My mouth opens and closes like a fish as I watch the goddess walk toward me. Kyra is Hadley’s identical twin, but my body reacts to her nearness in a crazy way. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve always thought Cash’s old lady is beautiful, but she’s never made my heart beat in a funny rhythm. When she takes a deep breath, I notice the little rose tattoo peeking from her flowy white top and promise myself I’ll get the chance to see the entire thing soon.

Swallowing, I attempt to ignore my cock’s hungry thumping while begging my brain to form a coherent sentence. “Hi,” is all I can fucking manage to mutter. After clearing my useless throat, I try again. “Please, call me Landon.” For some reason, I want to hear my given name rolling off the beauty’s tongue.

“Landon.” She smiles and holds out her hand. “My sister has told me all about you guys.” Our palms meet, and I nearly stagger as hunger blasts into my soul. Visions of pressing her curves against the glass counter and pounding my frustration into her tight hole flash through my mind. Her delicate fragrance teases my nose, sending a tidal wave of blood crashing into my cock. Can you sustain permanent damage from a hard on? It only took this curvy little angel two minutes to turn me into a horny moron.

Pulling my head out of my ass, I force the dirty fantasies from my thoughts. “Good things, I hope.” Great job, idiot. I sound like a pussy-whipped imbecile. Exactly like Cash. Fuck my life. Karma is biting me on the ass and I have nowhere to hide.

“Not really, but maybe you can prove her wrong.” She winks, tempting me to kiss the tiny smirk from her juicy lips. “Can you pull your SUV around to the back parking lot?” Huh? My sluggish brain is overwhelmed with her. “So we can load up the flowers.” As the curvy little angel stares at me with a raised eyebrow, I give myself a mental shake and pull it together.

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