Page 25 of Silver Spoon MC Collection: Loni's Crew

“What do you like on your pizza, baby?” I’m standing under the hot spray washing chlorine out of my hair when he sticks his head around the corner to ask.

“Pepperoni and pineapple.” It’s the only kind of pizza I eat.

Landon scrunches up his nose but doesn’t refuse me. I’m reaching down to turn off the water when Landon walks up behind me and wraps his strong arms around me. “Shower with me,” he growls against the back of my neck, and I melt into his muscular body. I slip my hand between us and wrap it around his rapidly hardening erection.

As my thumb rubs the soft, velvety skin on the tip, he slides both hands down the front of my body. He holds my pussy lips open with his thumb and forefinger while pressing two big fingers into my wetness. My head falls back onto his shoulder as my knees buckle. Landon gently bites down on the muscle that connects my neck and shoulder, and I nearly explode.

Spinning in his arms, I drop to my knees and smile up at him. “I want to try something.”

He throws up his hands. “Try away. I’m all yours.” Wrapping both hands around his shaft, I slide them up and down before leaning forward to close my lips over the tip. I stare into his eyes as I suck harder. There’s no way I can fit all this in my mouth, so I slowly stroke the rest of his huge cock. Landon slips his fingers through my wet hair and grips the back of my head tightly, pulling me closer to his shallow thrusts.

When I caress his balls, his knees shake, and he pulls back. I squeak when Landon lifts me up and impales me on his erection in one move. He spins around and presses my back against the cold marble wall. I’ll probably have bruises where his hips are pounding into my inner thighs. It’s totally worth it.

After our shared shower, we find the pizza sitting on the front porch with a note that reads.

No one answered. You paid so I left it here.

“At least they didn’t take our pizza back with them.” I’m sitting on the sofa next to Landon while we eat our pepperoni and pineapple pizza. He rolls his eyes and takes another bite. “When did I move in?” It just occurred to me that all of my stuff is here.

He glances over at me and raises an eyebrow. “Does it matter?” He shrugs. “According to Fifth, possession is nine-tenths of the law.” He grabs another piece of pizza. “Now, that I’ve got you, I don’t plan on letting you go.”

That actually sounds pretty good to me. I can’t argue with his logic.

Over the next few weeks, I learn to deal with my grouchy, burly babysitters. Joshua, Lenny, and Todd are ranch hands while Zeke and Raymond are bodyguards with Carmichael Security. Each man takes a day to spend at Petal Pushers.

Playboy stepped in to help Landon find a new ranch foreman. Edgar Demario started a few weeks ago and he’s already taking a huge load off my man’s shoulders. Landon is still insanely busy between the ranch and his club, but he’s not so stressed all the time.

I close the shop and stay at the clubhouse with Gloria when the brothers head to Houston to escort Hands, Samara, and baby Scout home. The baby is steadily healing from her surgery, and the brothers are excited to have their VP and his family back in Silver Spoon Falls.

Hadley spends quite a bit of time with Samara, but the overprotective surgeon doesn’t let many people come by while the baby is still susceptible to infection. Hopefully, I’ll get a chance to hang out with them soon. I’m dying to get my hands on the adorable little munchkin.

By the second week of having babysitters, I’m ready to pull my hair out. The big, strong alpha males are bored and running me up a wall. Putting them to work saves my sanity. I mean, there’s no reason for them to sit in the corner and twiddle their thumbs.

“I rearranged the arrangements in the cooler.” Joshua leans against the counter and smiles. “They needed to be color-coded.” I mentally roll my eyes. The young ranch hand has a tiny amount of OCD, but I love having his help. So far today, he’s done the cooler, reorganized the balloon rack, and cleaned the storage room.

The entry bell rings, and I glance over to see my handsome hunk strolling through the door. “Stop sucking up to my woman,” he growls at Joshua before pulling me into his arms and kissing me within an inch of my life. “How’s your day been?” Landon leans his forehead against mine and smiles down at me.

“Great.” I lay my head against his muscular chest. “But I’m ready for the weekend.” This week, we’ve been ships passing in the night. I had all the corsages and boutonnieres for the Silver Spoon Falls prom to finish, and Landon has been working overtime at the ranch. There’s also something going down with the MC, but he’s trying to shield me. Silly boy. I’ll have to prove that I’m able to handle every part of his life, even the not-so-nice parts.

“Are you able to spend the weekend with me?” I bat my eyelashes up at him. “I miss you.”

“I plan to keep you tied up until Monday morning.” He winks and I throw my head back to laugh.

Over the weekend, we video call his parents in Florida. I’m a little shocked to see his parents are so much older than I expected. Evidently, Landon was a mid-forties oops baby. After hanging up, he hugs me close. “I want at least five kids.”

I blink up at him, sure I misheard him. “Five?” I squeak.

“At least. We’ll start at five and see what happens.” Holy hell. I glance down at my already curvy body and try to imagine giving birth to his kids. If they’re the size of their dad, we’ll both need second jobs to afford to feed them.

CHAPTERTWENTY-SEVEN

COWBOY

My phone vibrates in my pocket, and I count to three before glancing down to see who’s calling. Cash’s name flashes across the screen, and a sudden sense of foreboding hits me. “What happened now?” I growl.

“Giant’s crew spotted a couple of the Hell’s Vipers dickheads snooping around in Silver Spoon Falls.”

I knew it was too good to be true. Things have been quiet for a few weeks, and I’d begun to hope the assholes had moved on to torturing someone else. Goddamn. Fuck. Son-of-bitch. My blood pressure spikes at the memory of the bruises those dickheads left on my girl.

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