The Surgeon (Silver Spoon MC #2) 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: 43
Estimated words: 38632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 193(@200wpm)___ 155(@250wpm)___ 129(@300wpm)
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She's growing before our eyes. Already, she's a whole new baby, rosy-cheeked and filling out. Her tiny legs have rolls now that she's feeding from a bottle instead of the NG tube that ran down her nose. She got rid of it for good two weeks ago.

"Are you hungry?"

"I fed her, angel," I murmur, stepping up behind Samara and wrapping my arm around her waist. I press a kiss to her shoulder and then her temple, loving the way she melts against me, allowing me to hold them. "We wanted to let you sleep for a little while."

She hasn't gotten much of that lately. No one ever does in a hospital.

Jules came and stayed with Scout twice to give us a break. The first night, neither of us slept a wink. Samara cried most of the night. It broke my heart. I know she needed it though, so I held her through it and let her cry herself out. When she finished, we just held each other until the sun came up. The second night, we made love most of the night. I took her again and again, until she was too exhausted to move.

Jules knew exactly what we'd been up to the next morning when Samara walked around Scout's room like she'd been horseback riding. Her adorable blush every time she looked at me kept me from feeling like a complete asshole. So long as she's happy, I'm happy.

"Do you want breakfast?" I ask Samara.

"Mm, maybe just coffee," she says with a sweet sigh of contentment. "Oh, and a muffin." She laughs quietly. "And a banana."

"I'll give you my banana tonight."

"Tate," she groans. "Not in front of Scout!"

"Are you saying you don't want it?"

"Well, no," she says, looking at me over her shoulder like I'm crazy.

I shake my head, chuckling. "Didn't think so." I press my lips to her forehead. "Why don't you get dressed and start packing up? I'll go get your breakfast, and then work on getting Scout released from this joint."

"Okay," she agrees, her eyes bright with happiness. Her gaze drifts from me to Scout. "What do you think, little one? Are you ready to go home?"

Scout coos again.

"Jesus Christ," Cash mutters, glaring at the loaded wagon I wheel toward him. He rakes a hand down his jaw, looking mildly sick. "Do babies really need all this shit?"

"Yep," I lie. "And you're having two."

Fifth snorts behind him but doesn't call me on my bullshit. Samara doesn't know they're here yet. It's a surprise. They all came to give Scout a proper escort home.

"It's a good thing you're rich, brother," Giant says, slapping my pale best friend on the back before taking the wagon from me. "You want this shit in your cage, Hands?" He jerks his chin toward my SUV, indicating what he means.

"Yeah, thanks." Though where he intends to fit it, I don't know. Between my mom and sister, Troian, Gloria, Jules, and the nurses here, the cargo hold of my SUV overflows with everything Scout amassed during her stay here. And that's after we donated everything we couldn't use.

I'm pretty sure my brothers are responsible for their fair share of the stuff we're taking home with us...like the baby sized cut and pint-sized helmet. I'm not even sure where they found one small enough to fit Scout's tiny head. They'll never admit it, but I think they're all wrapped around Scout's fingers. They're warriors at their core. Nothing riles their protective instincts more than an injured woman or child.

God knows, Scout and Samara riled mine. Falling for them was inevitable. Now, I get to spend the rest of my life loving them.

"I'm going to get my girls," I tell Cash.

"We'll be ready, brother," he promises before sticking two fingers in his mouth and blasting a sharp whistle across the parking lot. "Giant, get that shit loaded. Everyone else, get ready to roll out!"

I leave them scrambling and jog back inside to get Scout and Samara. It takes five minutes to get back to Scout's room.

I find Samara standing at the window, staring out at the city. Scout's asleep in her carseat, a blanket tucked around her.

"Are you ready to go, baby?"

Samara turns to face me, a sweet smile lighting her up. "So ready," she whispers.

I hook my arm under Scout's seat, lifting it gently from the floor, and hold my other hand out to Samara. "Then let's get out of here."

She crosses the room to me, her wide hips swaying. Instead of taking my hand, she rises up to her tiptoes, placing her lips against my jaw. "Thank you," she whispers sweetly.

"For what?"

"For being the best thing that ever happened to me," she says. "For being permanent." She tips her head down toward Scout, tears shimmering in her lashes. "For keeping your promise."

"Fuck," I breathe, my chest pulsing with emotion. "I love you, angel."


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