Page 46 of Silver Spoon MC Collection: Loni's Crew

“I love you, too. Now freaking move.” I dig my nails into his muscular shoulders when he begins to pound into my needy pussy. I breathe a sigh of relief, realizing my hungry lover is back.

Bender wrings three orgasms out of me before he finally lets go and comes with me.

Wow. I fall asleep with a smile on my lips without getting the chance to lay down the law.

EPILOGUE TWO

BENDER

Four Years Later

“Do you have any fucking male sperm?” Cash growls as he stares down at our two-week-old twin daughters as they sleep together in the fancy bed thingy my wife bought for the living room. “You promised me a boy after Lacey started walking. How in the hell are we going to survive your three daughters?”

I have no idea. One tiny replica of my wife keeps all of us on our toes. I have no idea how we’ll deal with two more. “I’m already interviewing bodyguards.” My wife thinks I’m nuts, but I don’t care. After almost losing her and Lacey to the crazy woman, I refuse to take chances with my family.

“My sister will love that,” Zane tells me. “And Hadley will have your ass if she hears you giving him shit for girls.” He turns to his older brother and shakes his head.

“DADDY!” My daughter has two volumes—loud as hell and earsplitting. I watch my brothers-in-law wince as I bend down to pick up my wife’s mini-me.

“Lacey,” I kiss her adorable nose and remind her, “you can’t scream around the babies.”

“But.” Her blue eyes fill with tears while she pouts.

“Come on, sweetpea.” Zane steps in, unable to handle the crocodile tears. “I’ll take you out to play on the swing set.” I swear my daughter smirks as her uncle carries her out the back patio door.

“You are so fucked, my friend.” Grizz walks up and hands me a beer. “That little miss has all you assholes wrapped around her little finger.” He glances down at the sleeping newborns. “Wait until these two learn how to do it from her.”

“You’re a fine one to talk.” Rulie looks at Grizz and raises his eyebrow. “I seem to remember you walking around here with pink rouge, blue eyeshadow, and cherry red lipstick last week.” We all laugh remembering that sight. I have a great picture on my phone that I’ll keep in case I ever need to blackmail my wife’s bodyguard.

“She pouted.” Grizz shrugs. “I couldn’t tell her no.”

“We’re going to work on telling Lacey no.” My wife walks up and wraps her soft arms around my waist. Hunger shoots through my blood, but I tell my cock to calm the fuck down. We still have twenty-nine days until the doctor gives London the all-clear. Once we get the go-ahead, I plan on reminding my wife just how much I love her curvy little body.

“I love you.” I pull London close and run my nose against her neck.

“I love you, too.” She lays her head back against my shoulder and smiles. “But it’s still your turn to change the next poopy diapers.”

I throw my head back and laugh. “I’ll do whatever it takes to make you happy.”

Holding her close, I glance around the room and feel my heart expand in my chest. All my MC brothers and their spouses are spread around the room. They all came out to celebrate the twins’ baptism with us, but I’m ready to throw them out and have a little alone time with my wife and family.

I had no idea how I’d survive retirement, but fate or Karma or whatever you want to call it stepped in and brought my angel into my life. Going from one of the biggest rockstars around to plain old Bender Valentine—husband, father, and Silver Spoon Falls High School music teacher—was the best move I ever made.

I spend my days teaching music and my nights making music with my gorgeous wife. Life couldn’t get any better than this. Well, a little boy would be nice.

CHAPTERFORTY-FOUR

LYNCH

Cowboy walks in the door rubbing his tired red eyes. “Fuck, I need sleep. Pregnancy hormones have turned my wife into a wild woman.” I flip off the smug asshole. As one of the “happily snagged” brothers, he loves to rub in the fact that he’s got a wife and family at home.

“Suck my cock,” I growl without much heat.

“Don’t you wish.” Cowboy sits at the table across from me and argues with Giant while we wait for Cash, our President, to show up.

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. When we formed this MC, the little city of Silver Spoon Falls called to every one of us, and that’s how the Silver Spoon MC was born.

Landon “Cowboy” Rickman’s family has owned the Silver Spoon Ranch for generations. All the brothers chipped in and bought the land surrounding the gorgeous, isolated spread to build our clubhouse. As one of the most sought-after architects in the US, I stepped in to design the MC’s clubhouse. The large two-story building complements the structures on the Silver Spoon Ranch.

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