Bad Apple Read Online Lani Lynn Vale (Uncertain Saints MC, #4)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Contemporary, Funny, MC, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Uncertain Saint's MC Series by Lani Lynn Vale
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Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 71289 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 356(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
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“Dammit,” I gasped, my orgasm waning.

Apple felt it and rolled us, yanking my hips up so I was on my hands and knees, my shoulders still flat against the bed.

And he started fucking me.

Not short strokes, either. Long. Hard. Rough.

My eyes squeezed shut as that waning orgasm was brought back to life with a vengeance.

“Don’t know why I would think long and slow would work with us,” Apple grumbled, his hands convulsing on my hips when my pussy started to ripple.

My orgasm shattered through me, my breath bursting out of my lungs like a punch to the stomach.

Emily’s cry sounded again, more pissed off this time, and Apple stiffened behind me.

He grunted as his release rushed through him, causing his breath to leave his lungs.

“Fuck me,” I whispered, coming down moments later.

“Already did, darlin’,” Apple teased, pulling out of me quickly.

I giggled and rolled, scooting off the bed and grabbing my panties from the floor.

I bent over to slip my feet into the holes, and Apple took advantage of the position and slapped my ass on the way to the bathroom to dispose of the condom.

“She’s yours,” I yelled at him.

“No she’s not,” he disagreed. “I don’t have the tits. You do.”

I snorted and walked out of the room, rolling my eyes as I got to Emily’s door and saw her staring at me like I’d betrayed her.

“Don’t look at me like that!” I ordered her, reaching down into her crib for her. “Your daddy’s the one who put you in here!”

She latched onto my hair as Apple spoke from the doorway.

“Had we not put her in here, she would’ve woken up, and you would’ve demanded I stop fucking you,” he drawled.

I tossed him a venomous look over my shoulder and got that heart-stopping grin of his in return.

“Sit down and feed her again so we can go to bed,” he ordered, pointing to the chair.

I sighed, then took a seat and started feeding Emily.

Emily, my sweet baby girl who liked to vomit just for the hell of it, was a grazer.

She suckled on and off for a bit, like the true snacker that she was. Which meant what it always did, I’d be feeding her again. Often.

Another reason why she had yet to sleep through the night.

And was also why Apple had demanded we put her into her own room just a few short days ago.

She needs to learn that you’re not going to come at the drop of a hat, he’d instructed.

So that’s what we did. And now I had to wake the hell up completely instead of pulling her from her bed into ours and then putting her back in hers once I was done.

Granted, it was a little worrisome trying to make love to Apple when she was there, but we’d made it work.

We’d gotten hella creative, that was for sure.

“She’s asleep,” Apple mumbled. “Put her up and let’s go to bed.”

My eyes went from Emily’s cheek to Apple, who’d watched me feed her for the short time that she actually ate before she fell asleep like usual.

This was a nightly ritual. We’d put her down for the night, and she’d wake up within the hour, demand a fill up and then go right back to sleep for another four hours.

Hopefully longer tonight, I thought morosely as I laid her down into the crib, then fixed my shirt to cover my breast once again.

“Hate that part,” Apple came up behind me and caged me in with his arms along the top rail of Emily’s crib.

I turned to look up at him, placing my hands on top of his.

“When you cover that pretty titty up,” he teased, rubbing his beard along the side of my face.

I cupped his chin, letting my fingers trail along the beard that was trimmed down once again.

I loved his beard. I loved it short. I loved it long. I loved it trimmed. I just loved it, period.

The way he was wearing it now, a bit on the shorter side, though, was my ultimate favorite. It let me see his face while still enjoying all the benefits of having a beard.

Like the way he trailed his beard along the inside of my thigh just before he put his mouth on me.

Or the way he’d rub it against my neck in the morning to wake me up.

Or the way Emily pulled on it when she was in his arms and wanted his attention.

Now, with his beard pressed against my neck, our eyes on Emily, I couldn’t think of a better feeling I’d ever experienced.

This was what I’d been searching for my entire life.

Something I’d always wanted but had never had, not even with my parents.

No, this was something not everyone got. Something so special that you remembered it, thought back on it, for years to come. This one special moment in time would be forever ingrained in my memory.



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