Look at Her and Die (Content Advisory #2) Read Online Lani Lynn Vale

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Contemporary, MC, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Content Advisory Series by Lani Lynn Vale
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Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 69534 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
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Twenty-Six

One day, I’m gonna wake up and be productive. That’s probably not today.

—Searcy to Posy

SEARCY

What did one wear to a dinner party that not only were they not invited to, but also they weren’t wanted at?

Posy was no help.

Neither was Scottie, who was home for the weekend.

“Y’all are going to have to guess or something,” I said to the two girls with me. “I’m supposed to be there in four hours, and I still have to get home, do my hair, and be ready to go before six.”

Scottie and Calliope exchanged a look before Calliope said, “Simple and black would be my suggestion.”

“You have a banging body. I’d go with a short black dress. It’ll piss off the ’rents, and then you can drive my brother mad all night.” Scottie winked before searching through a rack of black dresses.

Scottie and Calliope had formed quite a pair.

I didn’t know when it happened, but at some point they’d started talking in text, and they’d continued to be friendly even when she was home.

It was the weirdest thing, seeing as I’d had to break their fight up months ago.

“This one,” Calliope declared.

I looked over to see her holding up a black dress.

“That’ll barely cover my vagina,” I retorted.

“It’ll cover everything,” she affirmed. “Try it out.”

I reluctantly grabbed the dress and hustled to the dressing room.

I shimmied my clothes off, then wiggled the dress on.

I stared at myself in the mirror for so long that the two girls knocked on the door.

“I can’t wear this,” I said when I opened the door.

Both girls stared at me, then immediately replied, “Oh, you’re wearing this one.”

By the time that I was coming out of the bathroom four hours later, my hair curled and my makeup just right, Posy was in the bedroom stripping naked to shower himself.

He saw me while standing with his hands on his belt and froze.

“Look okay?” I asked hesitantly.

He swallowed, his eyes taking me in from my hair to my toes, which were again encased with the new heels I’d purchased for the banquet, and said, “Fuck.”

My belly started to swim with butterflies as I said, “Is that a good or a bad fuck?”

“Good,” he replied gruffly. “Definitely good.”

I watched as he loosened his belt, then his pants.

He shoved both his pants and his underwear down his legs, and my mouth watered.

Fuck, the man was built.

Abs. Tan. Muscles on top of muscles. Even the mustache thing he had going on today was doing it for me.

“What’s with the mustache?” I asked as he got closer.

“Mustaches piss my mom off.” He grinned. “So I figured I’d do all the things that would anger her.”

“Is there something that I can do to piss her off?” I teased.

He stopped, his mouth coming close, and closed his mouth over the skin of my neck.

Then he sucked, and I swear to all that’s holy, my knees went weak.

He pulled away and licked his full bottom lip before saying, “That’ll piss her off.”

He pulled back, his hard cock leading the way into the bathroom.

I watched as his ass flexed as he walked into the bathroom, leaving me wanting and ready behind.

Like a string tied me to him, I followed him into the bathroom once I thought I could move without spontaneously orgasming.

He was in the shower already, which never ceased to surprise me.

Posy’s house was nice, but since he was on well water, and the water heater was ancient, it took a solid three minutes for the water to heat up completely.

Meaning, he’d gotten in before the water had been hot. Lukewarm at best.

“I don’t know how you do that,” I said as I watched him through the clear glass doors.

“Do what?” he asked, turning so that I could get a clear, full-frontal view of him.

Likely, it was only because he wanted to see me when he was talking to me. But I liked to think he knew what he did to me, and was teasing me, showing me what I had. Could have if I wanted it.

He started talking, saying something, but my mind wasn’t comprehending the words coming out of his mouth.

No, I was watching as he slowly worked the bar of soap along the length of one muscled arm. Continued to watch as he raised his arm above his head and ran that bar along his armpit, causing soapy bubbles to slowly trail down the length of his arm, over his perfect pec, around one nipple, then farther down the length of his torso. All down the ridges of his abs, to his…

He grabbed his cock and wrapped his hand around it, soap covering his hand.

I whimpered, squeezing my thighs together in response.

He slowly worked his hand up the length of his cock, the tip of him going to a ruddy red as he fisted himself tightly. The veins along his cock were angry and pulsing.



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