Texas Tornado Read Online Lani Lynn Vale (Freebirds #5)

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: 98
Estimated words: 114647 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 573(@200wpm)___ 459(@250wpm)___ 382(@300wpm)
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The man was sex personified. He was so damn sexy that I wanted to throw myself at him. However, I’d learned better from my ex-boyfriend, Zander. The man had royally fucked me over when it came to men that I would forever hesitate to involve myself in another relationship.

I’d always think twice before making myself vulnerable again. Not to mention that James’ hands were nearly twice the size of Zander’s, which only meant that he’d hit twice as hard.

No thank you.

It didn’t matter that I knew James would never hurt me. Push a man far enough and he’d retaliate. At least that’s what I’d learned from past relationships.

I’d had two abusive boyfriends in my life that I’d managed to get out of before anything bad had happened. Then Sebastian had been hurt in his motorcycle wreck, and I’d lost my objectiveness. My head was so worried about Sebastian and his son Johnny’s well-being that I’d failed to watch over my own self.

By the time I’d figured it out, it was too late. I was already too deeply ensconced to get out, and Sebastian was too busy to be messed with. Who the hell knows where my father was, and who the hell cared.

James snapped his fingers in front of my face, and I ripped myself from my thoughts, blushing as I realized that I’d been staring at his dick for the last who the heck knows how long.

“Sorry.” I muttered.

“No problem, Speedy. Anything else?” He asked.

I held my foot up in answer, and he bent down to zip the side of my boots up. “Make sure you get the pants tucked into the boots fairly well, or it’ll look weird.”

“I’ve been dressing a little girl for five years now. I think I can handle tucking your pants into your boots. At least you’re not asking me to pull your wedgie out.”

I snickered. “That girl of yours is a hoot.”

His smile lit up the room. “Yeah, she is. I love the shit out of her. Now, I could do with a little less ‘Daddy I’ve got snot in my hair’ and a little more ‘Daddy can we go watch a movie.’ The girl sure has me wrapped around her little finger, though.”

I smiled wistfully. I’d always wanted children. In fact, I wanted a house full. However, after the disaster that was Zander, I knew I probably would never have any. At twenty-six and three quarters, I still had a lot of time to have them, yet I wasn’t so sure of my judgment at this point. I never wanted put an innocent child’s life at risk, which equaled no kids for me.

I smiled at him and patted his hair. “So, you’d rather her grow up and start dating horny boys? Because that’s what comes with the aging process.”

His scowl would’ve made some women cringe back in fear, but not me. I may have been beaten, but I never stopped fighting. I wouldn’t back down to anyone ever again, and I’d fight until my last breath.

Not to mention that his anger didn’t seem to be directed at me, but at the thought of his little girl growing up. “It’s okay. I know for a fact that daughters will always need their daddies.”

His scowl morphed into a cool professional facade, which didn’t surprise me much. My father was a taboo subject around them. Not that I could tell you why. From what little I knew of my father, he wasn’t a bad man. Only a free spirit who wouldn’t settle down.

“Whatever.” I said as I turned on my heel and exited the bathroom.

“About time. How long does it take to zip up a pair of pants?” Sam said in exasperation.

“Well, first he had to help me put on a pair of panties and hook my bra. Then he had to help me get my wide hips into the pants. Then he zipped them.” I smiled at him sweetly.

His eyes narrowed, and I could’ve sworn he looked pissed. Then I thought better of it. What did he have to be pissed about? According to him, I was nothing. An inconsequential person in his life that wasn’t worth his time.

Sam’s eyes went from my face to James’ face as he exited the bathroom behind me. His hands went up in a ‘don’t shoot me’ gesture, and he returned to his perch on my recliner.

Walking to the kitchen, I studied the clock for a few moments. It was fifteen passed ten, which meant I should leave shortly if I wanted to get there a little early.

“I have to go. Can either one of you tell me what’s the best way to go?” I asked, turning to face the two men again, edging as inconspicuously towards the door as I could.

James didn’t look like he noticed, but Sam came off the wall as soon as I made my first move in the direction of the door. “What the hell is your problem, and why are you running from us?”

I froze, and then my temper exploded. “What the fuck do you care, boyo? I don’t owe you any explanation what so ever! Now, if you’ll please see yourself out.” I said as I stomped towards the door, opened it, and stomped down the stairs.

My broken arm throbbed, but I pushed it away, and kept with my forward motion.

“Smooth, Sam. Is that how you picked my sister up? Do you use those skills on all the ladies?” James chirped.

I contained my smile, heading back towards town.

I didn’t make it far before the roar of a motorcycle growled to life, and James pulled up next to me on the street. “You know, it’s really not safe for you to be walking out here like this. Some man could snatch you off the road, and we’d never know.”

“They could try.” I muttered, stopped, and turned towards him.

He smiled as he placed his giant clodhoppers onto the ground and waited for me to jump on. Handing me his helmet, I situated it over my head awkwardly, and then climbed on. It’d been a while, but I managed to mount the bike with a fair amount of ease, and scooted close to James, but not close enough that anything good was touching.


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