The Cowboy

The hunky cowboy roars into my life and turns things upside down but I won’t go down without a fight.

Is he smoking hot? Heck yes.

Does staring at his muscular body make my girly parts sing? Oh, yes.

Does the arrogant jerk make my blood boil? You know it.

Did he step into my floral shop and steal my heart? I’m trying to ignore that little tidbit.

So why am I making him work for it? Because I refuse to roll over and let the big jerk have his way without a little fight. He’s going to have to put in the effort to win me.

If the hot, wealthy biker is going to catch me, he’s going to have to learn a few lessons along the way.

The little sassy-pants florist is going to run me insane.

Do I have time to chase after her? No way. Between my club and my busy ranch, I’m catching myself coming and going.

Does that matter to my heart? Not in the least. The first time I laid eyes on the curvy little doll, she owned me. Lock, stock and barrel.

Am I going to let a rival club hurt the only woman I’ll ever love? Not in this lifetime.

Kyra might want to fight what’s happening between us but there’s no way I’ll let my soulmate slip through my fingers. After I prove to her how good things can be between us, I’ll tie my curvy little sassy-pants to me for life.

These wealthy Texans have it all—Money, looks, power, their MC and brothers. The only thing missing is someone to share it all with. There’s a shortage of eligible ladies in town but these determined men won’t let that slow them down. These MC brothers are going to turn the town of Silver Spoon Falls, Texas, on its ear looking for their curvy, soulmates.

Nichole Rose and Loni Ree are bringing you the Silver Spoon MC Series and these aren’t your typical MC romance stories. Nichole and Loni like to keep things light. Come along with us on this wild instalove ride.

I’m headed to town a while later when my phone rings. I hit the Bluetooth button and roll my eyes when Cash growls, “Are you helping Kyra with the flowers?”
“God, you sound like a pussy-whipped fucker.” I can’t resist needling him. When I talked to Hands yesterday, he complained about Cash driving everyone nuts over the wedding. I’ve been in Houston most of the week and avoided the shit show.
“Fuck off,” he grumbles. “I can’t wait to see you go through this.”
“Oh no.” Slamming my hand on the steering wheel, I blast the asshole, “You aren’t jinxing me with the whole finding a soulmate and acting like a moron thing you have happening right now.”
“We’ll see. Back to my original question. Are you planning to help Kyra with the arrangements?” My friend sounds so frazzled that I don’t have the heart to screw with him.
“I’m on my way there now.” I see the Silver Spoon Falls Pop. 10,354 up ahead and turn right onto Main Street.
“Can you make sure the set-up is running smoothly tonight?” The exhaustion is evident in his voice.
“Is everything okay?” I might make fun of the pussy-whipped fucker, but I’m also envious of how happy he’s been and I don’t want to see his sweet lady suffer, either.
“Hadley is having a bad night.” He sighs. “She’s dealing with morning, noon, and night sickness right now.” That sounds horrible to me. Seeing the woman you love in that agony must be awful. “Zane and London will meet you at the clubhouse to set everything up.” Rulie picked his two siblings up at the airport today. “Call me if you have any questions.”
“Don’t worry, mother hen,” I tease. “We have everything under control,” I assure him then hang up before he has time to ask any more questions.
Last weekend, we had a meeting at the clubhouse to decide who would be available to help, and everyone volunteered to do something. Our MC consists of a hodgepodge of wealthy men who share a love of the road and have forged a brotherhood. Most of us know what it’s like to be in the public eye and have a hard time trusting outsiders since our wealth makes us targets. Damien “Angel” De Angelis, a real prince, has been in his home country of Belldonia for the elections. He plans to fly in tomorrow morning. Cormac “Giant” Carmichael owns a security firm that contracts for big-time celebrities. He’s stuck in Europe on a job, but he’s supplying all the security personnel for the event. Rafe “Lynch” Soracco, our architect MC brother, helped design the wedding set-up. Andreas “Playboy” Romano, the CEO of Romano Shipping, rushed the shipment of special flowers Hadley wanted. Jude “Fifth” Despora, the club’s attorney, tried his usual “I plead the fifth,” but we ignored the fucker and assigned him to catering duty. Actually, the fucker found an available caterer and arranged everything. Since Cash’s parents are big-time celebrity movie stars, they decided to attend the ceremony via video to keep the reporters from circling like vultures. Our genius computer hacker, Finn “Hacker” Taylor, is in charge of ensuring all the video equipment is “hacker” proof. My mind is blown. Our brother Declan “Bender” Valentine, a popular rockstar, snuck into town two days ago.
After parking in front of the small shop, I glance through the large picture window and shudder at all the pink fluff everywhere. It’s enough girly shit to make me break out in hives. The old fashioned bell dings when I step in the glass door. Overly sweet fragrance hits me between the eyes, and I barely resist gagging. “Hi. You must be Cowboy.” I turn to the sound of her smoky voice. My mouth opens and closes like a fish as I watch the goddess walk toward me. Kyra is Hadley’s identical twin, but my body reacts to her nearness in a crazy way. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve always thought Cash’s old lady is beautiful, but she’s never made my heart beat in a funny rhythm. When she takes a deep breath, I notice the little rose tattoo peeking from her flowy white top and promise myself I’ll get the chance to see the entire thing soon.
Swallowing, I attempt to ignore my cock’s hungry thumping while begging my brain to form a coherent sentence. “Hi,” is all I can fucking manage to mutter. After clearing my useless throat, I try again. “Please, call me Landon.” For some reason, I want to hear my given name rolling off the beauty’s tongue.
“Landon.” She smiles and holds out her hand. “My sister has told me all about you guys.” Our palms meet, and I nearly stagger as hunger blasts into my soul. Visions of pressing her curves against the glass counter and pounding my frustration into her tight hole flash through my mind. Her delicate fragrance teases my nose, sending a tidal wave of blood crashing into my cock. Can you sustain permanent damage from a hard on? It only took this curvy little angel two minutes to turn me into a horny moron.
Pulling my head out of my ass, I force the dirty fantasies from my thoughts. “Good things, I hope.” Great job, idiot. I sound like a pussy-whipped imbecile. Exactly like Cash. Fuck my life. Karma is biting me on the ass and I have nowhere to hide.
“Not really, but maybe you can prove her wrong.” She winks, tempting me to kiss the tiny smirk from her juicy lips. “Can you pull your SUV around to the back parking lot?” Huh? My sluggish brain is overwhelmed with her. “So we can load up the flowers.” As the curvy little angel stares at me with a raised eyebrow, I give myself a mental shake and pull it together.
“Sure thing, baby.”