The Prodigy (Silver Spoon MC #8) Read Online Loni Ree, Nichole Rose

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Insta-Love, MC, Romance, Virgin Tags Authors: , Series: Silver Spoon MC Series by Loni Ree
Series: Silver Spoon MC Series by Nichole Rose
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Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 33590 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
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"He needs to hurry the fuck up and have kids of his own," Hands says, scowling at me from where he's squatted beside my bike, examining the underside of the tank. "My own damn daughter would shiv me in the back for this motherfucker, and I'm supposed to be her favorite person."

I take another drink of my water, not rising to the bait. Until yesterday, I would have shut that shit down quick, fast, and in a hurry. I'm the quiet brother, the resident genius who keeps my head down and gets shit done. I prefer my bike and my computers to most people. With the road stretched out before me, my bike bends to my will. Computer systems reveal their secrets at my whim. I'm in control of both.

I've been the whiz kid my whole life, paraded around like a pet dog on a leash. I can't fucking stand it. People always want something from me…my bank account, my last name, to be a notch on my bedpost, buddy privileges, something. I don't remember a time in my life when it wasn't like that. As a result, I don't let many people get close. With the exception of my MC brothers, I keep them all at a distance. So marriage wasn't in the cards for me.

And then Scarlett Crawford shot my plans all to hell.

She's the sweetest little bookworm I've ever met. Copper waves frame her round face and the most expressive hazel eyes I've ever seen. If they're truly a window to the soul like superstition would have us believe, her soul is the purest I've ever come across. She drips sugar and sex in a way that makes me want to glut myself on both. She's the perfect pear shape, with full breasts, a round belly, thick thighs, and a plump ass I want to sink my teeth into. Watching it twitch in her skirt had my dick thumping against my zipper like he was trying to Hulk out of my jeans.

Listening to her try to explain away the tentacle porn had me ready to howl with laughter. She's fucking adorable without even trying and gives as good as she gets. I was hooked well before she told me no. The fact that she knows who I am and still told me no only made me that much more determined to win her over. She actually looked horrified at the prospect of going on a date with me. I fucking love it.

Don't get me wrong, I'm not thrilled that she doesn't want to date me, and I intend to find out why post haste. I plan to marry her as soon as humanly possible, after all. And I can't do that if she won't even give me a chance. But the fact that she had no qualms about telling me no?

I'm officially obsessed with Scarlett Crawford from Gatsby Books.

"Your tank looks fine to me," Hands says, rising to his feet in one fluid move.

"Why are we even fucking with your bike in the first place?" Giant bitches, cocking a brow at me. "Actually, scratch that. Why are we fucking with your bike while you're drinking water like you just spent eight years in the goddamn desert?"

"The throttle is sticking. I think the cable is getting bound up under the tank."

Giant mutters beneath his breath and bends his head to look at the cable.

"You're drinking tap water," Cash growls, eyes narrowed in suspicion on my cup. "You never drink tap water."

"Can't a motherfucker be thirsty?" I ask.

"For what? Pussy?" Hands retorts, making Giant snicker.

Even Cash laughs.

Assholes.

I flip them all off and take another drink. There's not a chance in hell I'm telling any of them that I switched to tap water just in case there is some truth to all their nonsense about the water in this town. They all swear it's the reason our brothers are getting hitched in record numbers. I tried to tell them it's a simple illusory correlation and nothing more, but shit, I'm beginning to think maybe they're right. Because it's not just the MC. Single men all over town are falling like dominoes.

Either way, I'm hedging my bets. I've got a bookworm to win. I'll drink from every damn faucet in town if it helps me win her over any faster. But I'm not telling these assholes that. They'll never let me live it down. Besides, I have a feeling winning her over will be difficult enough without my brothers all up in my business while I do it.

"You need a new cable," Giant says. "Yours is shot."

"Fuck," I groan.

"You want me to pick one up for you? I've got to swing by the shop and talk to Romero about a custom build anyway," Hands says.

"Another one?" Cash shakes his head. "Samara is going to kick your ass."


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