Maybe Don’t Wanna Read Online Lani Lynn Vale (Simple Man #2)

Categories Genre: Action, Alpha Male, Bad Boy, Biker, Funny, MC, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Simple Man Series by Lani Lynn Vale
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Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 72154 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
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And felt my dick get stiff within milliseconds of my eyes landing on her.

Why?

Because she was in leather.

Her hair was wild and free, her shirt was tight underneath my old leather jacket, which was huge on her.

Though I hadn’t been big like I was now back before I left for boot camp, I’d still been fairly tall yet lanky.

But with the boots that Kayla had on her feet, paired with the tight jeans that I could just barely see as she walked toward me with my chaps on—goddamn, I was a goner.

I got out, slammed the truck door shut, and then hit the keyless locking button on the door handle.

The moment the locks clicked, I strode toward her with purpose written in my walk, as well as on my face.

She was busy digging through her purse, so she didn’t see me coming until I was already there.

By the time she smiled, I was in her face.

“Are you okay?”

I nodded. “Need to go inside for a second. Come with me?”

I would’ve carried her at this point, but I was honestly worried that if I touched her, I’d damn well take her in the middle of the parking lot—or against her car.

Needless to say, I needed her to walk inside of her own volition, which she did.

“Did you forget something?” she asked as she hurried up the steps in front of me.

I swallowed hard at seeing her heart-shaped ass framed perfectly with the black leather of my old chaps.

They were way loose on her—but my God.

Oh, good goddamn.

I squeezed both hands into fists and hastened my step.

I literally had one more flight and a hallway.

I can do this. I can do this. I can do this, I chanted to myself.

We made it to the top of the stairs when her purse slipped free from her shoulder and clattered to the ground. Everything inside of it spilled out, and she hissed out a breath before bending over.

In my face.

I groaned.

I was not that strong of a man—at least not when it came to her.

After driving in Christmas traffic, pairing that with the way it got my adrenaline pumping…yeah, my control was just shot.

My hands moved to her hips, and I pulled her back so her ass met the cradle of my hips.

My erection pressed against her backside, and she drew in a sharp breath at the feel of me against her.

“Parker…”

“Gonna fuck you now,” I said, then reached around her and unzipped and unbuttoned her jeans.

She started to protest, but the words stalled in her throat as I started to unbuckle her belt.

They were the kind that had an individual belt that held them up instead of attaching to a belt like some did.

Once I had her jeans unfastened, I pushed them down over her hips, leaving the chaps still in place.

Thank God they were so loose, otherwise this would never have worked.

With the way the chaps were designed, I was only able to get her jeans down to about mid-thigh—but it was enough.

Enough that I could see the slit of her pussy—see her entrance—see the fucking promise land.

It was the single most erotic thing I’d ever seen in my life. Hands down

Seeing her bent over at the top of the stairs, my chaps the only thing keeping her partially concealed, with her jeans around mid-thigh? It’d be my go-to material from now on until I died.

I just knew it.

I knew that I couldn’t wait any longer.

It took about five seconds to pull my cock out of my jeans and another three to line up to her entrance and start sliding inside.

I was immensely grateful when I put my cock to her entrance and found that she was already wet.

Then again, it seemed like all I had to do was touch her in a certain way, and she was ready for me.

Thank God for that.

Because I was so ready for her that I might’ve literally come against her fucking leg if I had to do any touching.

“Parker!” she cried out as I breached her entrance.

I groaned loudly as my cock was fully engulfed by her wet heat. My eyes nearly crossed when she started to pulse around me.

“Sweet baby Jesus,” she breathed, wiggling her hips. “Move, God!”

I moved.

I moved roughly, holding onto her hips as I fucked her on the stairs.

In fact, I became so engrossed in what I was doing that I almost missed the sound of someone on the stairs below me.

Almost.

Hearing the steps—thank God they were coming slow, I pulled out quickly, helped her to her feet, and then bent over for her phone, lip gloss, and purse.

The change I left where it was because we didn’t have time to get out of the way before whomever it was climbing the stairs rounded to the second tier.

But, I couldn’t get us into either of our apartments quickly enough.



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