How About No Read Online Lani Lynn Vale (Bear Bottom Guardians MC #3)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Funny, MC, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Bear Bottom Guardians MC Series by Lani Lynn Vale
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Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 76046 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 380(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
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I lifted my hand and let it rest against his neck. “How do you possibly get my pubes into your mouth when you’re only shaving your neck?”

He shrugged, hitting me with that grin that never ceased in making my heart race.

“It’s kind of like asking how the fuck your hair finds its way into my ass crack.” He paused. “I can guarantee your hair wasn’t anywhere near there.”

I felt a grin start to overtake my face. “I was there the day before yesterday,” I pointed out. “Remember, I was massaging your back?”

He rolled his eyes. “I had underwear on when you were doing that.”

True.

“I also found it after I took a shower.”

I shrugged.

“That’s just one of life’s unexplainable phenomena, then,” I teased.

He pushed my leg up and out to the side, making my lower half become almost completely open to his gaze.

The cool air on my overheated pussy felt damn near unbearable.

His eyes lifted to mine. “Unzip me.”

I went a step further and unbuttoned him, as well as pushed his pants down his hips while I was at it.

He didn’t object to my attentions until I reached out to wrap my hand around his distended cock.

“Don’t,” he said when my fingertips brushed his cock head. “I want you to put your hands above your head.”

I blinked, staring at him in stunned silence. “Why?”

He’d never denied me before, and his refusal to allow me to touch him honestly shocked the hell out of me.

“Because I want to do things to your body, and to do that, I need to hold on to at least a little bit of my control,” he explained. “I can’t do that when your hand is touching me.”

Slightly mollified, I reached my hands up above my head and grabbed the bottom of the wooden headboard.

His eyes drank me in while I did what he asked. “Why does that give you such a sense of satisfaction?” I questioned.

“You’re doing exactly what I asked you to do,” he stated, pushing up so that his cock now lay against the exposed center of me. “Now why would that be a turn on?”

I rolled my eyes. “You’re terrible.”

He ground himself down onto me. “Maybe. Maybe not. Whatever the reason for it, I don’t care. Pull your other leg up and out like this one.”

He gave the one he still had in his grasp a squeeze, and I felt things inside of me clench.

I loved it when he was in charge and acting like this.

I shifted my weight and actually bumped against his hurt leg, causing him to flinch. “God, Wade. I’m sorry.”

He leaned down and pressed a kiss against my downturned mouth. “Didn’t hurt that bad. Honestly, just a surprise.”

I scowled, causing him to laugh. “Really. I swear it didn’t hurt that bad.”

I instinctively started to reach for him with the hand that wasn’t holding up my leg where he wanted it, and he shook his head. “Nuh-uh. Put that one back up on the headboard.”

I did as he asked, putting it up on the top rail while also digging my nails into the back of my thigh where my hand rested, holding my leg in place.

I felt exposed and raw, and I wasn’t sure where he was going with this whole thing.

“On second thought,” he said, gesturing to my leg with his head. “You take this leg, too.”

I did, hooking both arms around the backs of my knees and pulling them even farther up and out.

The moment that I was where he wanted me, he started to rock his hips.

The tail end of his shirt tickled my belly, and I wanted nothing more than to fist it and yank it off of his body.

“What do you want?”

He’d always been able to read me so easily, sometimes I was surprised by how well he was able to tell when something was bothering me.

“I want you to take your shirt off,” I growled.

In fact, I wanted nothing more than to feel the hair covering his groin drag against my clit.

Which he easily interpreted with only a small grimace on my part.

He ripped the shirt off and over his head by hooking his thumb into the collar at the base of his neck and yanking it up and off of his head.

I wasn’t sure why it was always so sexy to see a man—my man—take off his shirt, but goddamn was it a sight to see.

Wade had never been what you’d call a tidy man. He was a very hairy guy, and his chest was one of the places that I loved to drag my fingers along while absently reading a book. He had a chest full of hair, and his lower happy trail connected up the center of his abs to the chest hair that grew in copiously.

It was dark brown, matching the color of his beard, and made his chest appear even bigger than it actually was.


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