Page 28 of Silver Spoon MC Collection: Loni's Crew

I’m sorry.

The son-of-a-bitch better pray the Hell’s Vipers find him before me. If I get my hands on the little fucker, I’m going to tear him limb from limb for daring to endanger my woman and my club.

The women take the news better than we did. Cash decides to keep everyone at the clubhouse for the next few days while we all update our security. I have Giant’s company add a key-coded entry gate with security cameras around the ranch periphery. Next, they install the highest tech alarm system on the market with panic buttons spread throughout the clubhouse. I also arrange for round-the-clock bodyguards on the ranch. I refuse to take any chances with my woman. Carmichael Security is also running extensive background checks on all my current employees. Before this started, I had them investigated, but I want to be sure the light pulls didn’t miss something.

Information begins trickling in over the next several weeks. We discover that the Hell’s Vipers have a connection to Satan’s Savages, the MC that murdered Scout’s mother and left the infant an orphan. Roach, the President of the Savages, has a younger brother in the Vipers. So far, it doesn’t look like the Savages are gunning for us. They have more shit on their plate than they can handle with a RICO case hanging over their heads. The feds put someone deep in a rival club. They used the undercover operative to dig up more than enough dirt to bury the Satan’s Savages fuckers.

Evidently, the two outlaw clubs have been in bed with each other on many shady deals. Giant gets a heads up that there is going to be a big bust, and they’re taking down both the Satan’s Savages and the Hell’s Vipers.

We all buckle down to ride out the storm in case the other MCs get desperate and make a play for us. Luckily, the bust goes fairly smoothly. Several members of each club die fighting, and most of the rest are rounded up. The fuckers are too busy with their own shit show to worry about us anymore.

Brady disappeared after leaving the note at the ranch. Giant’s intel says the little asshole is no longer breathing. We don’t know and don’t really give a shit. He’s no longer our problem. Let the devil deal with the dumb fuck from now on.

A couple of weeks after the dust clears, I decide I’ve waited long enough to give Kyra my name. Knowing I need help with this, I stop by Cash’s apartment and talk to Hadley. My woman’s twin advises me on how to handle the situation.

That afternoon, I hide out in my office and book two suites in Las Vegas. Once everything is planned, I head over to the main house. It’s time to let my girl in on my plans.

“Baby.” I slam the back door and call. “I’m home.”

Kyra strolls into the kitchen and wraps her soft arms around my waist. “Why are you home so early?”

“I missed you,” I whisper against her soft neck before sucking the delicate skin between my teeth. She squirms in my arms, and her luscious curves rubbing against my body sends hunger shooting straight to my cock. Lifting her up in my arms, I race up the stairs. “I need you,” I hiss as she pulls my shirt over my head. We end up ripping our clothes off and leaving a trail of discarded clothes along the way.

After laying her on the bed, I stand back and stare at her gorgeous body draped across my dark comforter. Her bare pink cunt calls to me, and I drop to my knees next to the bed. When I pull her to the edge, my girl squeaks. The sound turns into a moan as I devour her wet pussy. Kyra throws her knees over my shoulders and digs her heels into my back.

“I’m addicted to this pussy,” I growl against her warm skin. “I’ll never get enough of it.” Pulling back, I blow a stream of air across her sensitive clit and watch a shiver run through her body.

“Please. Don’t stop,” she begs, and I reach into my pocket for the ring.

I grab her hand and glance up into her bright blue eyes as I slip the large diamond on her finger. “Marry me and I’ll never stop.”

Her mouth drops open before she lifts her hand to her face. “What?” she squeaks, and I decide to give her a preview of what she can look forward to if she says yes.

I suck her juicy clit into my mouth and run my tongue around the sensitive bud while pressing two fingers deep into her tight cunt. Her silky inner walls clamp down on my fingers as she comes, screaming my name.

Crawling up her limp body, I leave little kisses and nips along the way. “I promise to keep this up if you marry me,” I bargain with her, not at all ashamed I’m begging her. “I fucking love you.”

“I love you, too.” She sighs. “But I need you to finish so I can see what I’m getting before I make any promises.”

Pretending to glare at my soulmate, I act shocked then reach down to tickle her luscious curves. She squeals my name and lifts her hips, trying to buck me off. “I’ll show you what you’re getting.”

I slide into her wetness and feel my eyes roll back. Kyra wraps her soft thighs around my back and lifts up to meet each hard thrust. The sound of our skin slapping together fills the room while I demonstrate to her what I’m offering.

Spinning onto my back, I pull my girl on top of me and growl, “Ride me.” She plants her hands on my chest and digs her nails into my skin as she slowly slides up and down my cock.

I grab onto her luscious hips and use my grip to pull her down to meet my rapid thrusts.

My girl throws her head back and cries out my name as she comes and drags me with her. She drops onto my chest, and I run my hand through her silky hair while our breathing slows.

“I guess I’ll have to marry you since I’m addicted to you.” She places her chin on my chest and lifts her left hand up to inspect the ring. “I love you.” Kyra kisses me, and I groan as our tongues tangle. Our kiss leads to another opportunity for me to prove how motivated I am to keep her satisfied. After my curvy girl falls asleep in my arms, I reach for my phone and text Cash a thumbs up. He’s making arrangements to take his wife to Las Vegas for our wedding. The crazy fucker called Hadley’s doctor to make sure it’s safe for her to travel before getting a second opinion from Hands.

CHAPTERTHIRTY

KYRA

My twin turns green as the plane levels off. She’s not the best flier normally, but her continuous morning sickness is adding to her woes. When Landon informed me he’d planned our entire wedding, and he was taking me to Las Vegas for the ceremony, I almost jumped for joy.

After making floral arrangements for some of the biggest bridezillas, I knew I didn’t want a huge production for my own wedding. My heart melts when I think about my grumbly hunny bunny asking my sister for advice.

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