Burn in Hail Read Online Lani Lynn Vale (Hail Raisers #3)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Bad Boy, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Hail Raisers Series by Lani Lynn Vale
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Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 74875 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
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Each one I wanted to ask its meaning, but I couldn’t make my mouth work.

My body was focused on other things—like the throbbing between my legs.

I wanted nothing more than to drop my hand between my legs, and swirl my fingers around that unfamiliar bundle of nerves.

Yes, you’re reading that correctly. Unfamiliar.

I’d never had an orgasm.

Never.

I’d never once touched myself down there.

I’d had sex one time, and one time only.

It was the night I got really, really drunk.

I’d been at a party, had started drinking, and it’d lowered my inhibitions enough for me to do something I’d never been able to do before. Have sex.

It’d been a boy from my physics class. He’d been what you would call a nerd, and had been exceptionally terrible at sex.

I’d come onto him, and he’d taken me up on the offer almost immediately.

He’d taken me up to his room, shut the door, and followed me down onto the bed.

There I’d let him touch me.

I knew I hadn’t gotten off. I was fairly sure I hadn’t even been all that turned on.

But I’d always been curious.

However, when I was sober, I wasn’t able to lower my walls enough to ask for what I wanted.

There was a time that I thought something was wrong with me, but right now, standing next to this man, I realized that there wasn’t anything wrong with me.

I just hadn’t been near the right man long enough to realize what I wanted.

And I wanted Tate Casey, almost more than I wanted my next breath.

His eyes watched my face, studied every single expression that crossed it.

“Are you a virgin, Hennessy Hanes?”

I shook my head.

That was one thing I wouldn’t be able to lie about, and didn’t have to.

I wasn’t a virgin.

I hadn’t come. I never got myself off. And I hadn’t had sex in over ten years.

But I wasn’t a virgin.

Practically, yes. But technically, no.

My drunken night of sex with my first and only sexual partner had ended with him getting off the moment he’d sank his penis inside of me. I guess I should be lucky that I at least got that. Krisney hadn’t had sex with any man but her ex-boyfriend, Reed. Reed, who had shown her what she was missing, and then had taken it away from her. Mine, at least, hadn’t done that.

“Good,” he growled.

Then I was in his lap.

This was going to be bad. I knew it. He knew it. We all freakin’ knew it.

My notepad hit the floor, and the next thing I knew, my mouth was on his.

I was straddling his thick thighs.

They felt like rocks underneath my ass, as well as the long, thick column of his cock.

I told myself this was a bad idea.

I was breaching all kinds of patient/doctor boundaries.

Did I care?

Hell no.

Should I care?

Hell yes.

I felt his hands on my outer thighs, and it took me a long minute to realize that he’d gotten my skirt up to my hips, exposing everything from the waist down.

I pulled away from him, my chest heaving, and stared worriedly into his eyes.

He looked down, not realizing my rising panic.

Why was I panicking?

Because I don’t shave my vagina.

It likely looked like a wooly mammoth was covering my vagina.

Oh, God.

I started to pull away, but then I felt his thumb sweep over my panty-clad lips, and froze.

“Like that you got hair.”

My breath stalled in my lungs.

“I-I don’t shave,” I told him.

He grinned at me, then slipped his finger into the top of my panties, exposing my lower region to his gaze.

“I see that,” he said. “Don’t like looking at bare vaginas, to be honest. Makes me feel like a pedophile who’s into little girls.”

I definitely wasn’t that.

“Trimmed, like yours, is how I want it.” He growled.

Then one finger dipped inside.

The tip of his finger slid between my pussy lips and grazed my clit, causing my entire body to jolt.

Oh, God.

I wasn’t going to make it.

Another touch like that, and I was going to orgasm.

That I knew for a certainty.

Somehow, he knew it, too.

So when he did it again, this time watching my face the entire time, I bit my lip…and came.

It was the best feeling I’d ever experienced in my entire life.

I now knew what the big deal was, and it was everything.

Stars burst over my vision, and my head went back.

My bun that was situated nicely on the lower portion of my skull was knocked askew when my head went back, and a gasping scream left my throat.

But the icing on the cake? That was Tate’s reaction to me coming.

One second I was on his lap, still fully clothed.

And the next, I was naked except for my garter belt and stockings.

My bra was the last thing to go, hitting the floor beside the skirt, shirt, and ripped panties.

By the time I came back from having my mind blown, his mouth was descending toward my nipple.



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