Page 65 of Silver Spoon MC Collection: Loni's Crew

Rose’s eyes narrow. “That big jerk said what?” Her screech echoes around the small galley-style kitchen. “Right to your face? How dare he.”

“Well, not really right to my face.” I sigh. “He has no idea it’s me.”

“Woah, woah, woah.” Rose waves her hand around. “Hold up right there. What do you mean he has no idea it’s you? Damien didn’t recognize you?”

I shake my head. “You know it’s been a long time since I last saw him.” I shrug, realizing the prince probably doesn’t remember the one and only time we met in person. “Obviously, he didn’t bother looking me up after his brother arranged our wedding. I guess he wasn’t as curious about me as I was about him.” That only stings a little.

Another understatement. I’ve been following his life forever. My heart was crushed when Damien moved to Texas for college and never came back. He left Belldonnia in the rearview mirror and headed to greener pastures, leaving my soul weeping.

The prince was gorgeous at twenty-five, but now he’s out-of-this-world hot. The instant I ran into the grown-up, mature thirty-three-year-old version of Damien, I realized my schoolgirl crush had turned into the real thing. Too bad, he made it clear that my feelings are totally one-sided. Brutally clear.

How will I wipe his masculine, square jaw and honey-brown eyes from my thoughts? I need to find a way to purge the jerk from my heart.

“Maybe you misunderstood him.” Rose wraps her arm around my shoulders and squeezes.

“I’m not sure how you misunderstand, ‘I’m fucked and not in a pleasurable way.’” I mimic his slight accent.

“I bet he was shocked when King Lorenzo ordered him to get married,” Rose insists. “He was probably just expressing his frustration at the situation.”

“I bet,” I grumble. “And his displeasure at getting stuck with me.”

Rose spends the rest of the night trying to soothe my ruffled feathers, but there’s no fixing this mess. At least I don’t have to go back to the café and face the consequences of my impulsive actions. Now, I only hope we can escape before I have to face Damien again.

CHAPTERSIXTY

DAMIEN

Ispend the entire night dreaming about my girl. Her abundant curves and adorable face are burned into my memory, and I know my heart will never be the same again. It beats for the stunning little peach.

Way the fuck too early the next morning, I drag my ass down to my kitchen, hoping I left coffee pods here before I left six months ago. After my much-needed caffeine infusion, I plan to wake up Giant and get to work looking for my soulmate.

My cock has been hard since she dumped the icy water in my lap, and I’m starting to wonder if the perpetual erection is dangerous.

After finding a box of coffee pods, I plug in the coffee maker and pray I don’t die from some hideous food poisoning since I’m sure these are well out of date. What can I say? I’m fucking desperate. While my coffee brews, I head up to my bathroom to shower. I turn it to colder than a witch’s tit and hop in, hoping it helps my hard on from hell.

When the icy water doesn’t make a dent in my erection, I take matters into my own hands. Literally. Visions of her luscious pale thighs wearing my red palm print run through my mind as I relieve some of the pressure below. I drop my head back against the cool tiles and groan as my cum mixes with the cold water and runs down the drain.

My cock is temporarily sated, but my heart is full. Goddamn. I’m turning into a fucking sap, just like most of my MC brothers. Those fuckers have been dropping like flies lately, and there’s a rumor going around that the water in Silver Spoon Falls is responsible for the large number of instant connections. Not one to listen to fairy tales, I scoffed at the idea of love at first sight. Karma is biting me in my ass right now. I never should’ve given my MC brothers hell for letting their old ladies lead them around by their balls.

The Silver Spoon MC isn’t your typical motorcycle club. We’re a group of well-educated, wealthy friends who decided to combine our love of motorcycles with our desire to use our wealth to help others. We formed this MC after the little city of Silver Spoon Falls called to every one of us.

Cowboy’s family has owned the Silver Spoon Ranch for generations, and all the brothers chipped in and bought the land surrounding the large ranch to build our clubhouse. Lynch, an architect, designed the spacious, two-story building to complement the structures on the nearby ranch.

All the brothers have private residences in Silver Spoon Falls, but we each maintain a living area in the clubhouse, too. The club inherited a middle-aged biker and his old lady with the property. Rulie and Gloria keep the clubhouse running smoothly and us brothers in line. Rulie is also our President’s PA. We embrace our uniqueness.

Between our MC duties and busy careers, none of us ever had much of a dating history until recently, when my brothers started drinking the fucking Silver Spoon Falls water. Jason “Cash” Montoya, the club President and CEO of his family’s investment bank, was the first to fall. He met his soulmate, Hadley, and then the rest of my brothers began to fall at an alarming rate. Our club VP, Tate “Hands” Grimes, a busy pediatric surgeon, got a package deal. His new wife came with her infant niece. He saved the baby’s life before marrying his woman and adopting the sweet baby.

Within the blink of an eye, Cowboy, Playboy, Bender, Fifth, Lynch, and Hacker were also shackled for life. Giant and I are the only two left standing, and that fucker is drinking the water in town like it’s going out of style.

After my shower, I dress in my regular old jeans and black shirt. It feels fucking great not to put on a suit. If I never put on another tie, I’ll be perfectly happy. When the sun starts peeking over the horizon, I decide Giant has slept long enough. I grab my phone and type out a quick text to him.

Any news?

Giant asshole

Meet me at the clubhouse in thirty.

His immediate reply tells me the fucker has been up for a while. I send him a thumbs up and head out to the clubhouse.

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