Page 23 of Silver Spoon MC Collection: Loni's Crew

Exhausted, I nod my head. He waves to the two burly guys in the other SUV then helps me out of the vehicle. After grabbing my suitcase, he leads me into the huge house. “My housekeeper quit, and I haven’t had a chance to hire another one,” he tells me. “Gloria has been helping out until I find a replacement.”

There’s a knock at the door, and Landon turns to me and points to the first doorway. “Wait for me in the living room. I’ll see what’s going on.”

I hear Landon giving someone instructions and realize it was one of the bodyguards knocking on the door. He growls something unintelligible while I walk away.

Wow. I blink and look around the stunning room. Dark wood walls lead to high ceilings. There’s a large burgundy leather sofa and matching love seat facing the floor-to-ceiling fireplace. I walk to the French doors and look out at the pool area.

“Would you like something to drink?” I didn’t even hear Landon return.

Looking over my shoulder, I shake my head. “No, thank you.”

He points at the sofa. “Have a seat and let me explain something to you.” After I sit down, he paces the room and blurts out, “Look, I’m a moron.” I didn’t expect that. My mouth falls open as I listen to him. “I know I’ve made a mess out of this whole relationship, but I’ve never done this before. And Uncle Sylvester picked a really shitty time to die and leave a mess, and then our new prospect is a fucking idiot.”

My mind is back onI’ve never done this before. Surely, he’s exaggerating. “When you say never done this?” I ask him, ignoring everything else.

Landon looks up at the ceiling and inhales deeply, then blows it out slowly. “I’ve never been in a relationship before,” he admits. “Between the ranch and the club, I haven’t had the time nor desire to pursue women.” After sitting next to me, he takes my hand and gives it a squeeze. “You knocked me on my ass, and I can’t resist what is happening between us, but the rest of my life has been falling apart.” He explains the situation with his uncle and the ranch ownership. “I had to file motion after motion to get his affairs in order before I could leave Florida. Once that was under control, I came home to a disaster with the club.” I feel a tremor run through his massive frame. “It kills me that the shit show ended up hurting you.” He runs his finger down my nose before kissing the spot. “I’m going to find the fuckers and shove my foot up their asses for daring to touch my woman.” With those words, he reaches into my chest and steals my heart.

CHAPTERTWENTY-FOUR

COWBOY

At least she isn’t outright rejecting me. Laying my heart and soul on the line was my last-ditch effort to win her over. “So, where do we go from here?” she asks, and I’m able to take my first full breath in hours. Since hearing she was attacked, I’ve been in a constant state of panic.

“To bed,” I tell her and watch her beautiful blue eyes widen. “In separate rooms,” I spell out. “We’ll get a good night of sleep, then tomorrow, we can face everything.” Having her under my roof, safe and sound, soothes my soul. I wonder when I should mention that I don’t ever plan to let her leave. Oh well, my woman is smart; she’ll figure it out on her own.

Knowing she’s right down the hall keeps my fucking cock hard as a rock. Around three am, I give up trying to sleep and drag my exhausted ass into the bathroom. A cold shower might not do much to help my sleeping situation, but jacking off will temporarily satisfy my hungry dick.

I turn the water to frigid and step around the half-wall into the marble enclosure. A shiver runs through my body as the icy spray hits me in the face. With my girl this close, my cock refuses to accept a quick release. The fucker is holding out for Kyra’s touch.

After my failed shower, I head down and get some coffee. There’s always bookkeeping to do until my girl wakes up. I sense her before I make it to the kitchen. When I walk around the corner, I nearly swallow my tongue. Kyra sits at the breakfast bar sipping from a mug. Her long, blonde hair is pulled up into some messy twist on the top of her head. Free of makeup, her healthy skin glows, and I notice a sprinkling of freckles across her nose. “Couldn’t sleep either?” she asks as I continue staring at her.

I pull myself together and walk over to pour a cup of coffee. “I gave up about an hour ago.” Watching her take a sip and swallow causes my cock to steadily grow harder.

“I stopped trying about midnight.” When she spins around on the bar stool, I get a flash of a curvy tan leg before she pulls her robe closed.

“It looks like we have the same problem.” Sitting next to her, I stare into my cup, attempting to find the right thing to say. “How do you suggest we fix our mutual issue?” During the last few sleepless hours, I realized my girl needs me to let her have some control. If I want to win her, I’ll have to loosen the reins a little and let her run the show for now. I don’t plan to turn into a total pushover.

“Well, if you’re feeling the same frustration as I am, we could...” She pauses and bites her juicy bottom lip. “We could go upstairs and do something about it.” Hell fucking yes.

She doesn’t need to ask me twice. I’m running up the stairs with her thrown over my shoulder before she’s able to blink. Her delicate floral fragrance teases my nose while her soft belly rubs against my shoulder. I’m ready to self-combust by the time we make it to the top of the stairs.

I kick open my bedroom door and set Kyra on her feet. Taking a deep breath, I force my nerves to chill the fuck out as I stare at my luscious girl. “Are you sure?” I ask, and my overheated body calls me a fool. If she puts on the brakes now, my dick will never forgive me.

“Shut up and get a move on.” She loosens the belt on her robe and lets it fall to the floor, causing me to nearly cum in my pants as I stare at her lush, naked curves. Fuck, she’s perfect. I step close to Kyra and run a finger down the center of her chest. A shiver runs through her luscious frame when I slowly knead her plump tit. I lean down to wrap my lips around her rose-tipped nipple, causing her to moan my name.

“I like hearing you cry out my name.” I kiss my way over to the other side and give it the same attention.

“Keep doing that.” Kyra wraps her fingers in my hair and tugs, causing a slight tingle to shoot through my scalp. I back her up to the side of my bed and give her a little push. She squeaks and bounces a couple of times.

I stare into her gorgeous blue eyes and rip my clothes away. Kyra blinks several times, and her mouth drops open when I shove my jeans and underwear down and kick them away.

“Wow.” She mouths the word, and my cock and ego both expand. “That might be a big problem.” Kyra stares unblinking at my hardening erection. “I’m not sure my brand new, never used parts can handle that. Can I start with the beginner’s model?” Her blue eyes twinkle, but I still see a small amount of fear glowing in the aqua depths. Holy fucking hell. Did she just tell me she’s a virgin? My sassy pants baby is mine and mine only.

“We’ll give you extra time to get accustomed to this model.” I crawl over her body and let my cock drag up her soft skin. “I know it’s fast, but I fucking love you.” My heart can’t hold the words back anymore. They’ve been sitting at the back of my throat since the first day I met my girl and have been waiting for the right moment to pop out.

Kyra swallows and shakes her head. “You don’t have to say that just because I’m new at this.” She places her soft palm on my cheek.

“Don’t get me wrong, I’m glad you’re all mine, but I’d love you no matter.” I kiss her and run my tongue across her lips. When she sighs, I slide it into her mouth and get my first taste of her. My brain shuts down as I devour her.

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