Kevlar To My Vest Read Online Lani Lynn Vale (Heroes of Dixie Wardens MC #3)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, MC, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: The Heroes of The Dixie Wardens MC Series by Lani Lynn Vale
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Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 82282 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
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The hard head of his cock spread my outer lips, parting them like a drill press as he coated his length in my fluids. The head of his cock nudged my pulsing clit, and suddenly sleep was replaced by the lust. Lust for my man. My old man. My law enforcement officer.

I pressed my ass back, and he chuckled and he pressed the crest of his cock to my entrance and forged forward until his balls rested against my clit.

He didn’t waste any time. Neither of us needed any warm up. I’d learned over the past four years that you took it when you could get it. With his job and the kids, I knew that we could be interrupted at a moment’s notice. So I took our lovemaking seriously and went at it with him at a 100%. There was no time to be wasted, and he knew it.

With every thrust of his cock, his balls would swing and hit my clit, giving me that barely there touch that had me soaring high before I even knew it.

Within the next three thrusts, I was bursting into flames, and burying my face into the pillow so I didn’t wake up the kids.

His soft curse let me know he was close, as well as his hastened pace.

The hands on the globes of my butt tightened hard before I heard him groan in completion.

“God, it keeps getting better and better,” he rasped.

“That’s because I’m awesome.” I teased and then hissed as he pulled out of me.

I ignored the come that followed his exit, and stood to make my way to the bathroom and clean myself up. Once I was finished, I walked back to the bed and found him fast asleep, melting my heart all over again.

I loved him like crazy.

These last four years together had been beyond perfect.

There’d been a lot of adjusting on both of our parts.

The hardest thing for me to adjust to was Trance’s schedule. He was a very busy man being the city’s only K-9 officer. There were even some instances where he’d be hired by neighboring cities to perform drug checks in their high schools.

On a good week, he’d only work sixty-five hours.

Other weeks he’d work eighty plus.

There were times we went to eat with him, and he’d be called out for a traffic incident in the middle of dinner, causing us to be stranded eating by ourselves. It got to the point where now we both drove, knowing there was a very good chance he’d be called out.

But we loved him. I loved him. I had two, soon to be three, beautiful babies by him. When he finally did get to spend time with us, he more than made up for his time away.

Trance shifted beside me, moving me so I was over his chest. Right where his tattoo lay.

The ‘home’ tattoo that he’d gotten four years ago now had two more rings added to it, and very soon there’d be a third. One for our daughter, Oakley Rose, and a second for our son, Ford Bryce.

As I fell asleep in his arms, I kissed his chest, and thanked the Lord that he was the one to rescue me the day my brother stranded me in the middle of nowhere.

Because without that one horrible instant in time, none of this would be possible.

***

Trance

“What’s your 10-20?” I asked into my phone as I watched the ‘Handcuffs’ team start to warm up.

Viddy laughed into the phone. “I’m almost there. Ford had a blowout and we had to find a change of clothes.”

I grimaced. At least he didn’t have it here. That would’ve been awkward.

“Okay, baby. We’re on field two. See you in a bit.” I said before hanging up.

Viddy was driving now.

Five years ago, she’d have never thought it possible. However, two weeks after Oakley was born, Viddy’s vision in her left eye became nearly one hundred percent and stayed. When she was tired or stressed, she’d have to slip on her glasses to relieve the strain, but overall, she had full vision out of her right eye, enabling her to get her license.

Although she still didn’t’ drive far, or much. She was deathly afraid to go over forty miles an hour, even though her vision hadn’t diminished in the four years since she’d gotten it back. She always had that feeling that things could go wrong again, which essentially controlled everything she did.

When she’d had Oakley, she’d made the decision to stay at home with her because she would’ve had to do the majority of picking up and dropping off since I worked constantly. Which was A-Okay with me. I liked the fact that she was home with our kids instead of them getting sick at daycare regularly.

Kettle and Loki rode up on their Harley’s moments after I hung up with Viddy, and I laughed at how ridiculous they both looked.

The Handcuffs shirt was lime green whereas the Halligans were neon pink.

The back of the fire departments shirt said, ‘I’m a BFD.’ The back of the PD’s shirt said, “Sometimes firefighters need heroes, too.”

The game had grown quite competitive since its creation the year Viddy and I got married, and ever since, it has been a huge crowd gatherer. We charged four dollars to watch the game, and all the proceeds went to a ‘wounded in the line of duty’ fund that the PD and the fire department shared.

“Where are the chains to your balls?” I asked Kettle, wondering where Adeline and the kids were.

He grimaced. “They were decorating my truck before I left. Fucking shoe polish. That shit’s going to be a bitch to get off. Anyway, I told them I wasn’t riding in that, and she told me to find my own way. So I did.”

I suppressed the urge to double over in laughter. Kettle would be paying for that later. Most definitely.

I was about to ask Loki the same question when I saw my wife pull into the parking lot. Abandoning my fellow club members, I walked quickly and weaved through the cars to BF Egypt. She always parked in the very back of the lot, no matter what.



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