Page 63 of Silver Spoon MC Collection: Loni's Crew

Rafe sits on the bed and pulls me into his arms. I sit back against my husband’s chest and feed my little piggy while he wraps his arms around both of us. “Do you think Sally, Molly, and Tessa are down for the night?”

“After spending the day with Grammy?” I laugh. “I bet we don’t hear from them until seven am.”

“We’ll be lucky if they make it to six forty-three.” My husband laughs.

So true. Our children love to rise at the break of dawn.

“I love you.” I turn my head to the side and smile up at Rafe.

He groans before leaning down to whisper in my ear, “Stop looking at me like that. We have three more weeks before I can take you up on that invitation.” I can’t help it. Six weeks without my husband’s touch sucks.

“You could spank me for being bad,” I suggest, and my husband groans loudly.

“You’re trying to kill me.” He kisses the side of my neck.

“Nope.” I shake my head and lift Annabelle to my shoulder to burp. “Just trying to keep you on your toes.”

“You only have to breathe to do that.” Rafe takes the sleeping baby from my arms. “Roll over and get some sleep while she’s out. I’ll check on the girls and make sure the house is locked up before I come up to bed.”

My husband places the sleeping baby in her bassinet and turns off the light before walking out of the room. My eyes drift shut as exhaustion overtakes me.

Over the last few years, our life has evolved into a constant circle of sleep deprivation, dirty diapers, and mountains of dirty laundry, but we wouldn’t change a thing. Life with my hot biker architect couldn’t get any better.

CHAPTERFIFTY-EIGHT

DAMIAN

“It sucks to be you.” Giant, my MC brother stares at me in shock. “I never thought I’d feel sorry for a real-live prince, but, damn, you are so fucked.”

Slamming my coffee cup down on the fifties-style Formica tabletop, I glare at him. “No shit, Sherlock.”

I’m sitting here in the Trust Fund Café, still reeling over this turn of events. I can’t wrap my head around what’s goddamn happening to me. There’s no escaping this unbelievable nightmare. Fuck.

“Explain it to me and we’ll try to come up with a solution.” Seriousness moves across Giant’s face. My MC brother owns his own security firm that contracts with some of the biggest celebrities in the world—including my brother, the King of Belldonnia. I trust Giant to help me with any situation, but I’m pretty sure this one is fucking hopeless.

“It all started with a coup attempt and ended with my brother arranging my wedding. My fucking wedding to a girl I’ve never met,” I growl.

Over the last few months, I’ve been helping my older brother, the newly crowned King of Belldonnia, deal with the recent upheaval in our country caused by our uncle’s attempt to steal the throne. After our father had a massive heart attack six months ago, the doctors urged him to step down. My parents discussed the situation and decided it was time for my father to abdicate the throne to Lorenzo, my older brother, then they bought a small farm in Montana and moved across the ocean.

Sensing a moment of weakness in our family, my Uncle Leon attempted to sidestep my brother and claim the throne for himself, which started a landslide of problems. I’ve been in Belldonnia for the last six months, trying to help Lorenzo put out all the fires.

In the end, the loyal residents of our small European country rejected Uncle Leon’s attempt to steal the throne. Once our uncle’s small band of rebels realized the people wouldn’t betray the royal family, they abandoned their efforts and went into hiding. But it took several months for us to stabilize our country after the coup attempt. Lorenzo sentenced Uncle Leon to exile for his crimes and created a new cabinet to help him post-turmoil. I thought that was the end of my headaches, but another crisis popped up.

Lawrence Delacour, the US Ambassador to Belldonnia, and his wife were killed in a plane crash on their way back from a meeting in New York. Lorenzo felt guilty over the situation since he’d been the one to send the ambassador on the mission. Lorenzo attended the funeral and promised the ambassador’s brother, a huge Hollywood director, that the crown would assume responsibility for the Delacour’s twenty-one-year-old daughter, Camilla.

I had thought the smoke was finally starting to clear so I could return home to Silver Spoon Falls when Lorenzo pulled a fucking fast one on me. My goddamn brother arranged for a marriage between me and the older Delacour girl. Fuck my life. It's been a week since my brother let me in on his plans, and I'm still reeling from the shock.

I returned to Silver Spoon Falls yesterday, hoping my MC brothers could help me decide how to handle this clusterfuck situation. Giant was the only one around last night when I stopped at the clubhouse. I was dead on my feet from the long flight, and we decided to have breakfast and discuss all my problems.

“My fucking brother really screwed me over this time.” I sigh and watch Giant wince. “I’m fucked and not in a pleasurable way.” Sensing someone walk up to the table and stop, I glance up and get the shock of my life.

Angry cornflower blue eyes stare into mine while the goddess lifts a glass pitcher over my lap and pours. “Jerk.”

Ice-cold water drenches me as heat infuses every molecule of my body. Everything around us disappears except for me and the goddess. This beauty is fucking spectacular.She’s mineblasts through my mind as insane emotions bombard me. I ignore the icy water dripping from me and stare up into her furious blue eyes.

Fuck me. She’s the most luscious vision I’ve ever seen. Her beautiful oval face is surrounded by light blonde, nearly white curls while a bright red blush covers her delicate peaches and cream complexion. Visions of twisting my hands in her curly blonde locks while fucking my curvy peach from behind roar through my mind. My cock turns rock hard behind the freezing cold, soaking wet denim as my mind whirls with dirty thoughts. The stunning little peach just stole my heart. Goddamn it. This will throw a monkey wrench in my brother’s plans, but who gives a fuck. Nothing will stop me from claiming my curvy little soulmate.

While I fight the urge to throw her over my shoulder and run out the door, the beauty backs away from the table. She looks horrified, and the urge to comfort her nearly brings me to my knees.

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