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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“You’re not wearing a bra.” I growled against her lips.

“No. That suckers gone as soon as I get home,” She laughed. “And besides, it’s not like I need one anyway. All it does is stop my nipples from being seen.”

“That it does. But seeing your nipples drives me crazy.” I informed her all the while grinding my cock into her mound.

Lightening rent the now dark sky, and then thunder followed in its wake. I slipped my hand up Ember’s waist and then grabbed hold of her waistband and yanked them down her legs, forcing her legs to let go of my waist. I divested her of her panties a second later.

“We can’t do this out here, Gabe.” Ember said while licking a path up my neck to the line of my jaw.

That didn’t stop her from winding her legs around my waist again though. Reaching between us, I freed my cock from my jeans and positioned myself at her entrance. With one thrust, I was inside of her tight wet heat.

Ember threw her head back and cried out.

“No one can see us. It’s too dark out here, and with the rain it makes it nearly impossible to see.” I said gruffly.

What are you an exhibitionist or something?” She asked.

I pulled out of her nearly all the way and then thrust back in to the hilt. My cock head bumped her cervix, and I immediately pulled back out and thrust forward again. I wasn’t going to last very long. There was just something so right when I was with her.

Snaking my hands in between our bodies I found her clit with my thumb and started massaging it in slow circles. Ember’s hips bucked at the contact. Her fingernails dug into my shoulders so hard I knew I’d have marks in the morning. Her head was still thrown back and the long column of her throat was exposed. I sucked on her neck, and then trailed my lips downward until I got to her pebbled nipple. Sucking her shirt and all into my mouth, I gave a strong pull and she shot off like a rocket.

Her walls started constricting around me and that was all it took for me. I detonated and started shooting deep inside her. A long deep moan escaped from my mouth that was now hovering above her nipple.

Once we were both spent, I gave her an easy kiss on the mouth.

“I’m not an exhibitionist, or at least I wasn’t until I met you. Now I can’t seem to get enough of you. I don’t think it was physically possible for me to take those three steps into the house.” I said to her.

Her eyes twinkled and then went round as saucers when thunder boomed overhead.

“Will you tell me now what that meant, what you said to Sam?” She asked.

Laughing, I pulled out of her and dropped her legs to the ground. Making sure she was steady, I let go of her completely and then shucked my jeans completely. My boxers were dry, so I left them on until I could get inside and change. I bent down and scooped up our clothes, and then opened the front door.

“Come on.” I said to her.

“You aren’t going to tell me, are you?”

“Not yet.”

“Soon?”

“Maybe”

Never. That is until I accomplished it.

Chapter 11

If a woman is upset, hold her and tell her how much you love her. If she starts to growl, retreat and throw chocolate at her.

-Bumper Sticker

Ember

“Where are you, hoe?” I yelled as I entered Cheyenne’s house.

“In here.” She called back from somewhere in the back of the house.

I went to the kitchen first to grab a Dr. Pepper, and then decided to grab the box of iced oatmeal cookies while I was at it. Cheyenne always had the good stuff. She went to the store once a week compared to my once every time I realized I didn’t have any more cheese. Which normally was during the process of making a baked potato I’d already cooked, or when I got three quarters of the way through a recipe and needed the cheese.

I did that a lot, too. Gabe always said I should check to make sure I had all the ingredients. Which normally I did, when in reality I had it a while ago and used it, but forgot that I’d used it.

Shoving a cookie into my mouth, I walked towards the back of the house, checking first into the girl’s room, then the spare room, and finally going to the master. I found her laying on the bed looking quite exhausted.

Plopping down beside her I asked, “What’s wrong with you?”

“I have an ultrasound appointment today. Want to go with me?” She asked avoiding my question.

“Sure. Your mom have the hellions?”

“Yea, Sam dropped them off on the way to Dallas today. He has to go pick some parts up at Dunnam’s.”

“They should really start delivering. It’s ridiculous that they have to drive three hours.”

“They also charge about twenty percent less for an engine than their competitors. Give me one of those cookies.” She demanded.

I reached into the bag but came back empty handed.

“Um, that’s not going to happen. It’s empty.” I said shaking the empty box at her so she could hear the crumbs rattling inside.

She gave me a look of disgust and then her gaze zeroed in on my left hand that was holding the box up for inspection. Her eyes went wide and then she gasped.

“Hey, I’m sorry. We’ll go buy you some more before your appointment. I just need to go put on some tennis shoes.” I said complacently.

I didn’t wear tennis shoes, or any shoes for that matter, when I was at home. That’s why the bottom of my feet resembled alligator skin.

“What the fuck is that?” She yelled.

“What the fuck is what? I told you I was sorry! Jesus, I’ll by you more!”

“Not the box, you dumbass. I don’t care if you ate my cookies. What the fuck is that rock on your finger?”

Glancing down my heart nearly stopped. On my finger was my grandmother’s diamond engagement ring. It was a very simple design. White gold band with a large princess cut diamond centered in the middle. I used to try it on when I was younger. I even made my mom promise that she would give it to my future husband. Max and I had a knockdown, testicle kicking, hair pulling, hurt each other until we booth cried fight over it. Neither one of us won, and then mom had died, and I never thought about it again.



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