Page 47 of Silver Spoon MC Collection: Loni's Crew

The brothers all 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, Rulie and Gloria, with the property. They keep the clubhouse running smoothly and the brothers in line. Rulie is also our President’s PA. Like I said, not your typical anything.

Between our MC duties and busy careers, none of us ever had much of a dating history until recently, when my brothers started dropping like flies. Jason “Cash” Montoya, the club President and CEO of his family’s investment bank, was Cupid’s first victim. After he met and fell for Hadley, the dominos began to fall at an alarming rate. Our club VP, Tate “Hands” Grimes, a busy pediatric surgeon, snagged a beautiful wife and her infant niece. He saved the baby’s life, married his woman, and adopted her orphaned niece. All in a matter of months.

Before long, Cowboy, Playboy, Bender, and Fifth were also shackled for life. The love explosion in Silver Spoon falls hit my own family when Seth Hartley, a former Navy SEAL moved to town and started romancing my sister. It didn’t take long for the members to realize that there’s something up with the water in Silver Spoon Falls.

Love is blooming for everyone around me, and I feel like the odd man out. Don’t get me wrong, I couldn’t ask for more out of life, but I still feel like something is missing. Something important. I’m insanely jealous of my MC brothers and my new brother-in-law. And terrified that I’m broken and unable to find the perfect “one.”

“Don’t even start your I’m so happy and sexually satisfied shit.” Cormac “Giant” Carmichael walks into the room and drops into the leather chair at the end of the table. “Keep all that gushy bullshit to yourself.” He rolls his eyes at me before giving Cowboy his most intense “don’t fuck with me” glare.

“If you’re jealous.” Cowboy shrugs, daring our brother, the massive six-foot-eight security expert, to kick his ass. “Then drink some of the water.” The townsfolks believe there’s something in the water causing all the love connections, but I don’t believe in superstition.

“The Silver Spoon Falls special water has already claimed its next victim.” Cash strolls in and sits at the head of the table. “Hacker won’t be here tonight.” That’s odd. Finn “Hacker” Taylor, our level-headed computer expert, never misses church. “He’s been spending a whole lot of time at Gatsby Books, and the fucker doesn’t ever seem to buy a single book. I’m betting there’s a beautiful woman causing his new interest in reading material.”

Fuck me. All the signs are there. Another brother is on his way to biting the dust.

“Speaking of beauties… If you’re looking for spank bank material,” Declan “Bender” Valentine, our Rockstar brother, chimes in, “I heard through the grapevine that there’s a new hot as hades English teacher at the high school.”

“Aren’t you a happily married man?” I grumble. I’m fucking done with this conversation. “Why are you keeping tabs on the hot, eligible women in town?”

“For you losers who need help.” He shrugs. “My wife met her at the bookstore last week,” Bender adds. “London thought she would be perfect for one of you lonely, surly assholes.”

“Just because we’re still free,” I point between Giant and myself, “doesn’t mean we need help with our love lives.”

“You don’t have love lives to help,” Cash reminds us before changing the subject to real club business.

After church ends, I’m still feeling out of sorts, and something urges me to take a ride to town. Before I’m able to talk myself out of the crazy idea, I hop on my bike and head for Gatsby Books. Who gives a shit if I’m sticking my nose in Hacker’s business? I want to see for myself what’s distracting him.

A round wooden sign with “Gatsby Books” carved in bright red letters hangs over the brick building that houses the bookstore and a new coffee shop.

After parking in front of the businesses, I hop off and run my hand down the back of my neck.It’s not too late to turn around and runflashes through my mind, but I shake off the warning and stroll over to the heavy glass door. I step into the bookstore and realize it’s much bigger on the inside than it appears. There are floor-to-ceiling bookshelves lining the first floor and a loft that overlooks everything. Glancing down the first aisle, I see Hacker sitting at a round table staring intently at the clerk behind the front counter.

I’m about to walk over and give him shit about it when the front door opens behind me. I turn to see who’s walking in and almost fall to my goddamn knees. Fucking crap on a cracker. She’s spectacular. My eyes devour the curvy blonde as she walks straight to the front counter and begins talking animatedly to the clerk. She’s tall and rounded in all the right places. The tight leggings hugging her perfect ass do little to conceal all her luscious curves, and my cock begins to harden in my dress pants. My fingers itch to wrap around her curvy hips and hold on tight while I’m fucking her into next week.

There’s no ignoring the intense hunger roaring through my soul. Everything around us disappears as I stare at my soulmate.What a fucking relief. I’m not broken.Rubbing my hand down my face, I realize I might’ve cracked under the stress of working eighteen-hour days on the new Silver Spoon Falls Library.

Hacker’s hand falls on my shoulder, and I turn to face him. “What the fuck are you doing here?” His whispered growl echoes around the rows of books.

“The same goddamn thing you’re doing,” I tell my brother and feel the big fucker stiffen next to me.

When Mrs. Jackson leans out of an aisle and shushes us, Hacker points at the door. “Follow me.”

We step out into the warm Texas evening, and my brother turns to me. “Fucking explain what you’re doing here.”

“I wanted to see what or who has you so occupied you can’t be bothered with club business.” It’s bullshit and I know it. Right now, things are running fairly smoothly, and Hacker always puts the Silver Spoon MC first. Finding my soulmate has really thrown me for a loop and I’m acting like an asshole.

“Bullshit,” he calls me out. “Why did you really come here?”

I take a deep breath and shrug. “I have no fucking idea.”

He points at the Park Avenue Bar down the road. “Let’s go get a beer and discuss our women problems.”

“What makes you think I have woman problems?” I ask him.

“If you stared at the new schoolteacher any harder, the entire bookstore would have erupted into flames.” I guess that explains it. My curvy soulmate is the new beauty I’ve been hearing about all around town.

“You mean the way you were staring at the clerk?” I remind my brother.

“Touché, my friend.” He sighs. “I guess we both drank too fucking much of the Silver Spoon Falls water.”

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