Page 7 of Silver Spoon MC Collection: Loni's Crew

He groans and leans back, pulling me over on top of him. My legs automatically separate and hug his hard hips while his tongue explores my mouth. I run my hands over his muscular shoulders and tangle them in his dark hair. Cash lightly bites my bottom lip then places soft kisses down the side of my neck.

I forget all about my lack of experience and jump in with both feet. When he rubs his hardness against my pelvis, fear flashes through my sluggish mind. I pull back and stare into his hungry eyes. “I’m sorry.” Biting my bottom lip, I explain, “I’m not very experienced with this.”

Cash stares silently into my eyes for a few moments before he finally asks, “What do you mean?”

Great, now I get to explain that I’m a twenty-four-year-old virgin. How humiliating. “I’ve never done any of this before.”

“Thank God.” He kisses me again, and I forget my embarrassment as his tongue touches mine. Cash weaves a spell around me, and I lose myself in his kiss.

He sets me back on the cover and groans. “We have to stop before I lose control.” I nod my head, not sure what I’m agreeing to. I mean, my brain turned to mush when he first started touching me. “Why don’t we go for a walk to help clear our minds?” He reads minds, too.

“That sounds good,” I agree, and he stands before reaching for my hand.

As we walk on the path that runs around the lake, he tells me about his brothers. “Oh, my goodness.” I can’t believe Bender Valentine, the rock star, is one of his MC brothers. “I love his music.” Cash glances down at me, and I wonder what caused the angry look to move over his handsome face. I stop walking and lay a hand on his arm. “Is everything okay?” I ask.

“I’m a fucking jealous moron. I can’t stand the thought of another man getting your attention.” He smirks as my mouth falls open. “Bender will be happy to hear you’re a fan.” He continues telling me about his MC brothers, and I don’t recognize anyone else. One of his brothers is a prince. A real prince. Damien “Angel” De Angelis is from a small country in Europe that I’ve never heard of. Another brother, Cormac “Giant” Carmichael, owns a security firm that contracts for big-time celebrities. Rafe “Lynch” Soracco is the architect who designed the Silver Spoon Falls Opera House. There’s also Tate “Hands” Grimes, a local pediatric surgeon. Landon “Cowboy” Rickman is a local ranch owner. Andreas “Playboy” Romano is the CEO of Romano Shipping. Jude “Fifth” Despora is the club’s attorney, which is how he got his name. Always on the defense, his favorite quote, apparently, is, “I plead the fifth.” They even have a genius computer hacker, Finn “Hacker” Taylor. My mind is blown. How will I keep all these men straight? Hopefully, meeting them and putting a face to the names will help. The wealthy bachelors are hiding in plain sight right here in Silver Spoon Falls.

When he tells me his parents are Lucy Delta and Thomas Martin, I’m blown away. The beautiful star made her mark on Hollywood by playing a funny dumb blonde in several popular movies. Her handsome husband is a well-known producer.

“How do you keep your life out of the media?” I ask him. I visited Silver Spoon Falls many times over the years before moving here months ago, and I’ve never heard a whisper about the famous men living just a few miles down the road.

“We go to great lengths to guard our privacy.” After telling me about the hoops his brothers jump through to stay out of the public eye, he explains how his parents have made an art out of keeping their family private.

“Thank you for telling me.” I squeeze his hand.

“Kitten, I won’t keep anything from you,” he vows. “You’re too fucking important to me.”

“Can I tell my sister?” My twin instinctively knows when I’m keeping something from her, and this is too big to try.

“Of course.” He kisses my nose.

By the time we head back, my mind is whirling with everything. I have a lot to process. As we walk to the bike, I finally ask, “What about women?” One thought has been bothering me since I learned he is in a motorcycle club. Bikers are notorious womanizers.

“Kitten, that’s one thing you don’t ever have to worry about.” Cash leans down and stares into my eyes. “You’re the only woman in the world that means anything to me.” That definitely reassures me. Cash explains that the MC members are either way too busy to worry about dating or are already married.

The ride home is much easier now that I know what to expect. When we get to my apartment, he again insists on walking me to the door. “I had fun,” I tell him. I wrap my arms around his waist and hold tight.

He leans down to kiss me. “Me too. When can I see you again?” Wow. This wealthy, handsome CEO really wants to spend time with me.

“Would you like to have dinner with Kyra and me tomorrow night? It’s my night to cook.”

“Sure.” He smiles widely. “What time do you want me to come over?”

We make arrangements, then he kisses me one more time before leaving. I lean against the closed door, trying to calm my racing mind. Now, I have to explain to my twin that I made plans for both of us.

CHAPTERSEVEN

HADLEY

Istir the pot of spaghetti sauce while the noodles boil. I wanted to try out a new recipe tonight, but my level-headed twin convinced me to cook a tried-and-true meal for ease. Now, nerves are eating me alive, and I’m glad I listened to her advice.

“Are you almost ready?” I call to my sister. Cash should be here in fifteen minutes, and she was still sitting on the sofa watching television a little while ago. I nearly had to stand on my head to convince her to shower and get dressed.

“I’m coming.” She strolls into the kitchen and rolls her eyes. “Stop stressing. I saw the way Cash looked at you. That man is head over heels in love with you. You could wear a freaking trash bag, and he’d be happy.” I know I’ve fallen hard and fast for him, and I hope he feels the same way. “Now, we need to see if he will introduce me to Bender Valentine,” she teases. My twin has been a Bender fan since high school.

“I’ll get right on it.” I roll my eyes. Kyra runs Luv Bug out for a quick potty walk while I finish up.

He knocks on the door a few minutes later, and I take a deep breath before answering. “Hi, kitten.” He wraps his strong arms around me and leans over to kiss me, then hands me a box of chocolates. “I thought about bringing flowers, but I figured I’d never find an arrangement as beautiful as yours.”

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