Highway Don’t Care Read Online Lani Lynn Vale (Freebirds #2)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Contemporary, Funny, MC, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Freebirds Series by Lani Lynn Vale
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Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 105398 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 527(@200wpm)___ 422(@250wpm)___ 351(@300wpm)
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I looked up into his eyes and pleaded with him. He seemed to understand, and nodded his head once. He stepped back from me and turned around. From this angle, I could see it all a lot better.

“They’re a bunch of things my mom and dad used to say to me.” He started. “From the first memory I can remember, my dad started giving me words of wisdom. When he stopped, my mom picked up the slack. The week of her funeral, I started on this.”

I got up on my knees and started tracing the curves and lines.

“What language are they in?”

“Portuguese.” He said. “My dad was from Brazil. He felt we should know both languages, so I grew up listening to him tell stories in his native tongue. When he died, my mother tried to pick up the slack; she would tell me stories of my father in Portuguese. She really sucked, but it was the thought that counted. Some of these quotes are inked exactly the way she said them. Whether they were right or wrong.”

“That’s the sweetest thing I think I’ve ever heard.” I whispered.

That was the only other tattoo he had, other than the Ranger emblem he had on his right forearm. Although, the pure massiveness of it should count as more than one. Maybe like eight. I started tracing the tattoo again, but this time with kisses. His back started to break out in goose bumps, and he turned rapidly and pinned me to the bed with his body. My breathing turned harsh when I felt his erection press into my core. Neediness swamped me, and I came to the sudden realization that if I didn’t have him right then, then I just might die.

I broke contact with his body to shimmy my shirt up and over my head. I wasn’t wearing a bra, so that was to my advantage. My nipples puckered, and poked into Gabe’s chest. His dog tags rested in the middle of my breasts, and were a cool weight against my chest. My hands smoothed down his chest and found their way to his jeans. He sucked in his stomach to allow me access to his cock without unbuttoning his jeans. I slipped my hand in, and then went straight for the prize.

His cock was a solid weight in my hand. He was hard as stone. The vein that ran up the underside of his cock absolutely fascinated me, and I ran the tip of my finger along the underside, following it all the way down to the base and up again. Smoothing my thumb over the mushroom shaped head, he jerked in reaction. He must have been closer to the edge than I realized, because in the blink of an eye I found myself divested of my jeans and panties. He made short work of his jeans and underwear, and then was back on top of me. However, he didn’t stay that way for long.

Ever so slowly, he made his way down to my core. His tongue snaked out and gave a long lick from my opening all the way up to my clit. My body bowed up off the bed as zings shot through my clit. He worked my clit with the ultimate precision, and I was just about to peak when he thrust two fingers inside me. I shot into orbit.

“Gabriel!” I whimpered.

He continued to work his fingers in and out of me until my climax slowed. Pulling his fingers free slowly, he stuck them into his mouth and licked my orgasm off his fingers. Moaning, I grabbed him by the hair and pulled him down on top of me. He wasted no time before slamming himself home. This was how it was with us. Hot, hard and furious. We always tried to go slow, but never did we finish slow. Something made it where we couldn’t control ourselves. Repeatedly he slammed inside of me. It shouldn’t be possible, but I was already working up to my second orgasm. He pounded relentlessly into me. Over and over again, he hit so deep that a little jolt of pain shot through me. But I loved it.

Gabe changed positions slightly and that was it for me. I was gone again. Distantly I heard him grunt out his own climax, but I was too focused on mine. Waves of delight were traveling through my vagina, and he kept hitting the perfect spot with each thrust of his cock. Finally, the waves subsided and I opened my eyes only to be caught by the blue fire that was present lately in Gabe’s eyes. He leaned down and gave me a chaste kiss on the lips before pulling back.

“I love you.” I whispered to him.

A brilliant smile broke out over his face.

“I’ve loved you for over a year now. I’ve just been waiting for you to realize you love me back.” He said gruffly.

Something heavy seemed to lift off my chest. Knowing that he returned my feelings went a long way in making me feel more secure in our relationship.

Chapter 7

Alcohol, Tobacco, and Firearms. Who’s bringing the chips?

-T-shirt

Ember

“That woman who wants Gabe works here now!” I whisper yelled into the receiver.

I watched the woman out of the corner of my eye as she went from trashcan to trash can, emptying each one into her larger trash can that was part of a big yellow cart.

“The brunette or the one that has the hots for Gabe?” Cheyenne asked.

“I already said the one who has the hot’s for Gabe, dummy!” I answered.

I watched her a little more and noticed that she kept glancing in my direction, but then would turn away hoping that she wasn’t caught staring. She finished up with the trash, and then made her way out of the training room. I got up and walked to the door, and looked both ways. She was gone. Good.

“What the fuck!” I said. “This is fucking nuts!”

“Dude, call Gabe and tell him. Better yet, just send him a text. He is in the middle of painting Dougie’s bike, but I’ve seen him check his phone five times in the last hour. I’m guessing it’s because of you.” Cheyenne said.



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